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Dec 21, 2025

Suite Indulgence

the one where matt and chris are on a bros trip in vegas, and they invite some company over to their hotel suite (8K words)

Contains: smut, threesome (no incest), mentions of alcohol, dry humping, dirty talk, slight degradation, finger sucking, fingering, handjob, oral (m & f receiving), breast/nipple play, ass slapping, rough sex, unprotected piv, overstim, backshots, creampie, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, dom!chris x switch!escort fem reader x sub!matt

The hallway smelled like expensive cologne and freshly shampooed carpet. The kind of scent that screamed five-star indulgence. I smoothed my dress, adjusted the strap of my heels, and checked the suite number one more time before giving the door a light, practiced knock. Confident, not desperate. Always let them feel the anticipation.

It didn’t take long. The lock clicked, the door eased open... and hello, jackpot.

Two men stood before me, practically mirror images. They were tall, sharp-jawed, and broad-shouldered with messy brown hair that looked too good to have been styled on purpose. But it was the eyes that got me. A bright, icy-blue hue… a little hypnotizing if you stared into them too long.

The one who opened the door was grinning, a little smug, and a little too casual for someone clearly buzzing with excitement. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his gaze raked over me like I was dessert delivered on a silver platter. Chris, I assumed. No doubt in my mind. He had the energy of a man who ordered room service and asked the chef to plate it sexily.

Behind him stood the other… slightly more reserved, hovering by the minibar with a drink in hand and a posture that screamed this wasn’t my idea. He wasn’t glaring or anything, just...watching. Quietly intrigued. Matt. I could see the way his fingers gripped the glass too tightly and how his gaze kept flitting from my legs to the floor.

Chris stepped aside, all charm. “Hey,” he said, voice dipped in something warm and dangerous. “You found us.”

“I always do.” I replied, stepping inside and letting the door shut behind me with a soft click.

The suite was lush. Velvet chairs, gold accents, and a king-sized bed that looked criminally untouched. My heels clicked softly against the marble entry as I took them in like art. Two nearly identical masterpieces with very different brushstrokes.

Matt’s eyes met mine for a second too long. And there it was… the hesitation, the nerves, and the faint hint of what the hell are we doing written across his face. I tilted my head and a smile slowly curved upon my glossy lips.

“This your first time?” I asked, my voice teasing but without a hint of mockery.

Matt looked like he wanted to deny it, but Chris beat him to it with a chuckle. “Is it that obvious?”

I let my coat slide off my shoulders, revealing the smooth line of my dress. It was low, black, simple, and strategic. I tossed the coat onto a nearby chair, not breaking eye contact.

“Only to someone who’s been around the block a few times.” My gaze flicked to Matt. “Don’t worry, baby. Shy ones are my favorite.”

And just like that, I felt the energy in the room shift. Chris was amused. Matt was on edge. And me? I was exactly where I liked to be. Right in the center of it all.

I sauntered a few steps further into the room, giving it a once-over like I wasn’t just assessing the bed-to-wall ratio for later. There was plush velvet furniture everywhere, cool-toned lighting, and there was this expensive, faintly masculine scent clinging the air. It was like the suite was trying to flirt with me too.

I turned back towards them, slipping onto the edge of the velvet armchair, crossing one leg over the other slowly. “So,” I said, letting the word hang for a beat. “What’s the occasion?”

Chris was already halfway to the minibar, pouring himself a drink. “Bros trip.” he answered easily. “Vegas. Booze, blackjack, and...” He glanced at me over the rim of his glass, smirking. “A little extra fun.”

I tilted my head, amused. “Ah. And here I was thinking I was the main event.”

“You are.” Chris replied smoothly.

Behind him, Matt cleared his throat like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands… or the fact that I was still looking at him closely.

“Is that right?” I asked, eyes flicking between them, but mostly settling on the quieter one. His knuckles were white around his glass.

“Chris thought it’d be... fun.” Matt muttered, barely loud enough to catch.

“Oh, I bet he did.” I grinned, and his cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink. I adored that. The flush, the tension, and the way he refused to meet my gaze for more than a second at a time. But when he did? There was heat there. Potential. The kind that simmers just under the surface until someone digs it out.

Chris handed Matt a second drink, like they were still pretending this was casual. Like this wasn’t a fantasy about to play out on 800-thread-count sheets. “We’ve never done anything like this before.” he admitted. “Just figured, you know... why not?”

I stood up and sauntered over to Matt, taking the glass from his hand. I let my fingers brush against his just a little too long, then brought it to my lips. His eyes tracked the motion like he couldn’t help it. Cute.

“Why not, indeed.” I nodded, returning him his drink. “So... which one of you’s gonna be the brave one?”

Matt froze. Chris laughed. And I just smiled wickedly.

Chris settled upon the largest couch in the room, like he owned the place, with one arm slung over the backrest, thighs parted in invitation, and a confident grin stretched across his face like he’d been waiting for this moment all night. The air around him shifted into something thick, like he’d just flipped a switch from charming host to something far dirtier.

He crooked a finger at me, beckoning me. “Come here.”

I walked over, slow and measured, the hem of my dress brushing my thighs and my heels clicking softly on the polished floor. His eyes never left me. I could feel them dragging and devouring. I barely made it between his legs before his hands found my hips and pulled me in, rough and certain, until I was straddling his lap.

“Much better.” he muttered, hands sliding up the backs of my thighs with zero hesitation. “You know how long I’ve been imagining this since I booked you?”

I tilted my head, teasing. “And what exactly did you imagine?”

Chris didn’t answer with words. Instead, his hands moved higher, fingers slipping under my dress to palm my ass hard enough to make me bite back a noise. “That pretty mouth of yours around my cock, on your knees. And your pussy dripping while you look up at us, begging.”

I let out a low laugh, breathless. “Crude.”

He grinned, eyes dark and wild. “You wouldn’t be here if you wanted polite.”

His mouth was on mine a second later, not at all soft or sweet. But, filthy. Tongue first, like he wanted to claim it before I even opened up for him. He tasted like whiskey and sin, his hands still roaming, groping, and grabbing like he didn’t want to miss a single inch. He bit my lower lip on a moan, then pulled back, watching me pant in his lap.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

I rocked against him once, as I felt his protruding bulge press against me. The friction made us both hiss.

“Take this off.” he said, tugging at the top of my dress. “Wanna see what I paid for.”

“No refunds.” I smirked, peeling the straps off my shoulders.

Chris’ hands were on me instantly. One palmed my cupped breast roughly, while the other gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“You think I’m gonna need one?” he whispered, his voice so dark it dripped. “Nah, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

I didn’t move to get off of him. Not yet. Instead, I rolled my hips slowly, dragging myself against the thick imprint of him beneath his jeans, using the steady grind to make a point, that I was in control of this pace, and he was going to feel every damn second of it.

Chris hissed through his teeth. His hands gripped tighter on my waist, like he was debating whether to thrust up or rip the dress off my body. I didn’t give him the chance to decide. I kept moving, hips slow, dragging friction from every layer of clothing between us.

“Fuck.” he groaned, his breath catching. “Keep doing that. Shit, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants like I’m eighteen.”

I smiled against the corner of his mouth. “Wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

He laughed, dark and ragged, but it melted into a low growl as he leaned in and started licking along the curve of my neck. No finesse or hesitation. His mouth was hot and wet, and his tongue left bold, open-mouthed trails up to my ear, where he bit down gently, then sucked just hard enough to bruise.

I kept grinding. The friction was maddening. His cock was thick beneath the denim, straining against it, and I could feel the size of him now. Chris was not just big, but heavy, curved just enough that every pass of my hips hit him in a way that made me gasp.

He moved one hand up, cupping my breast through the bra, squeezing hard again. His other hand slipped under the hem of my dress, palming my ass before smacking it, sharp and sudden.

“That’s it, baby.” he groaned against my chest. “You’re dripping through your panties, aren’t you? Fuckin’ riding me like you’ve got something to prove.”

“I do.” I breathed, hips stuttering as he licked over the swell of my breast. “That you can’t handle me.”

He pulled back just enough to look up at me, pupils blown. “Oh, I can handle you. But I’m not sure you’re ready for what I’ll do when I snap.”

I kept dragging myself over his bulge like I was trying to wear him down one pass at a time. His hands were everywhere. His breath was hot against my neck, ragged, but he pulled back just far enough to look me in the eye. Eyes blown wide and lips parted. He was starving.

“Fuck.” he breathed. “Get over here.” Then his mouth crashed into mine again. All tongue.

Our lips slid, teeth bumped, and spit smeared wet and sticky between us. He kissed me like he was trying to crawl inside me, his tongue thrusting deep, and his hands gripping harder the longer I rocked against him. I moaned into his mouth, making him groan desperately, like he couldn’t get close enough.

My hands slid up into his hair, tugging, pulling, and he growled against my lips, biting my bottom one before sucking it between his teeth, all slick and swollen. By the time he finally pulled back, breath shuddering, a string of spit still connected our mouths.

“Goddamn.” he husked, staring at my lips like he’d just ruined them. And maybe he had.

Chris then dipped lower and his mouth began leaving hot, hungry, and open kisses against the swells of my breasts. His stubble scratched, while his tongue soothed. He was groaning into my skin, hands still gripping my ass tight enough to bruise, and rocking me against him at a steady pace.

But I was the one in control.

Because just over Chris’ shoulder, perched stiffly in a velvet armchair, was Matt… and oh, was he watching.

Eyes wide, lips parted, and his glass forgotten on the table. His cheeks were flushed, but it wasn’t embarrassment anymore. It was heat. That quiet, nearly-aching hunger that introverted boys never quite know how to express.

I caught his gaze and smiled at him sweetly. And I saw the way his Adam’s apple bobbed from how hard he swallowed.

Chris didn’t even seem to notice, as he seemed too busy sucking a mark just beneath my collarbone, breathing harder with each grind of my hips. But Matt? Matt noticed everything. He stared like he couldn’t decide whether to stay rooted in that chair or crawl over and beg to be touched too.

I held his gaze, fingers carding through Chris’ hair as he groaned into my chest.

“You gonna just sit there and watch?” I purred, tone silken, meant for Matt alone. “Or are you gonna come over and join us?”

His jaw clenched. Like he wanted to move, but needed permission, encouragement… or maybe courage.

I tilted my head, all soft and inviting. “I don’t bite.” I added, then smirked. “Unless you ask me to.”

Chris finally pulled his mouth off me long enough to glance back, realizing the energy in the room had shifted. “She’s not gonna ask twice, bro. And you’re already hard. C’mon.”

Matt’s eyes flicked down for a second, then back up, blazing now. He stood, slowly and quietly. As if one wrong move from him, and he would mess something up. But the second he started walking towards me, something in his posture changed. Hesitant, yes… but he was drawn in, magnetized. He needed this.

I reached out a hand towards him, palm up. “Good boy.” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

His fingers slipped into mine, and I felt my body grow hotter.

Chris’ hands were still everywhere, fisting my dress up around my hips, digging into my thighs, and kneading my flesh. His cock was straining harder than ever beneath me, rubbing deliciously between my legs, sadly through too many layers, but still, I didn’t stop moving. I couldn’t. The pressure, the heat, and the sound of him moaning against my skin, it was all too good.

But even better?

Matt, standing close now, eyes flicking between my grinding hips and the way Chris’ mouth was still lapping at the length of my neck. He looked dazed, and his breaths came out shallow. Like he couldn’t believe this was happening but, he was definitely so turned on.

I leaned back just enough to catch his eye, chest heaving, and my nipples slightly peeking over the top of my bra from where Chris had tugged it halfway down. My smile turned sugary sweet.

“Mmm…” I sighed, rolling my hips again against Chris’ boner. “This bra feels so tight.”

Matt blinked, jaw clenching.

I tilted my head, voice softer now, a hint of playful pout in it. “Could you take it off for me? Please.”

He hesitated for only half a second, then his hands were reaching, trembling just a little as he brushed my straps back down over my shoulders. I shivered at the gentleness of it, from the contrast. Chris’ hands were rough and greedy. Whereas Matt’s were more careful. He unclasped it at the back, fingers fumbling once, but then he got it. The tension eased, the elastic loosened, and the bra slid away, freeing my breasts with a soft bounce.

Chris exhaled a filthy moan beneath me. “Jesus, fuck.”

Matt just stood there, frozen, staring. I arched into his gaze, still grinding against Chris. My nipples peaked under the cool air, and I let out a little breathy whimper just for him.

“Better?” I asked, giving him a sultry smile. Matt nodded, dumbly. “Good.” I whispered. “Now touch me.”

Matt’s hands were hesitant at first. He was testing the weight of my breasts in his palms like he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to touch me like this. His thumbs brushed over the pebbled peaks, featherlight, and the shiver that ripped through me was immediate.

Chris groaned beneath me, hips bucking up as I kept grinding against his cock, but it was Matt’s hands that made me moan. My head tilted back as his fingers circled my nipples again and again, brushing, teasing, and flicking.

“Just like that.” I gasped, my hips stuttering. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Matt’s mouth parted, and I could see it… that flicker of pride. That little rush of masculine fuck yes that lit up his face. He might’ve been shy at first, but he wasn’t clueless. And now that I’d moaned for him and he knew what made my voice catch like that? He was getting braver.

His fingers pinched gently, rolling my nipples between them until I was biting my lip, pressing harder down on Chris with every movement.

Chris cursed, hands gripping my hips to still me for a second. “You like when he plays with your tits?” he taunted, breath hot against my chest as he kissed up between them again. “You gonna cum just from that?”

I whimpered, not answering, because I was too focused on the way Matt was now leaning closer, lips parting like he wanted a taste. He looked up at me, hesitant again. Seeking permission.

I cupped the back of his neck and guided him in. “Go ahead. Put your mouth on me.”

And the moment his lips closed around my nipple, I melted.

Matt’s mouth was warm, so warm. He took it into his mouth with a soft suck, and his tongue flicked at it slowly, teasing like he was trying to savour me. One hand still gently palmed my breast while the other slid up my side, fingertips brushing goosebumps into my skin.

I let out a needy moan, arching into him, my body starting to tremble from the sheer contrast: Matt’s sweet, focused devotion above, and beneath me… Chris was losing his mind.

He groaned sharply, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. “Fucking hell. You’re soaking through my jeans.”

I gasped, still grinding against the thick bulge trapped beneath us. The friction was dizzying, but not enough.

“I need to feel you.” Chris snarled. “Now.”

Before I could answer, one of his hands slid down, and he shoved my thong aside like it had personally offended him. His fingers dove between my legs without warning, rough and greedy, and the second he made contact, he let out a feral sound.

“Shit…” he hissed, fingers gliding through my slick folds. “You’re fucking dripping. That for me, or my brother’s mouth?”

I whimpered as he circled my clit, messy and quick. The sudden stimulation made my whole body jolt, my hips grinding harder as pleasure sparked like lightning. Matt’s mouth never left my breast. If anything, he got more into it, licking and sucking in time with Chris’ fingers, like they were working in an unintentional perfect rhythm.

My head dropped back, a broken moan spilling out.

“Fuck.” Chris muttered, his voice a dark, gravel-dipped growl against my neck. “You’re a fucking mess down here.”

“Just for you, darling.”

He dragged the pads of his fingers up over my clit again, making me whimper and my hips jerk forward.

Chris darkly chuckled. “You feel that?” he whispered, voice dropping even deeper. “That sloppy pussy dripping all over me? I haven’t even put my fingers in you yet.”

He pressed the tips against my entrance, just barely, and then pulled back, teasing, and soaking them in my slick before rubbing my clit again.

“You’re gonna take them though, aren’t you?” he kept going, filth coating every word. “Gonna let me fuck you open on my fingers while you keep riding my cock like a needy little slut.”

“Chris—” I gasped at his brazen words, my voice sounding wrecked.

“Mmm.” he groaned. “Say my name while I ruin you. God, I can’t wait to feel how tight you are.”

He brought his hand up for a second, just enough to show me how wet I’d gotten him. His fingers glistened, coated in a translucent cream.

“Look at this. You’re soaking. You want to be used.” he muttered, glancing between his soaked fingers and my aroused gaze. Then he grabbed my chin and gruffly said, “Open up.” And I obeyed.

He slid his fingers in and I immediately began sucking on them, eagerly, my tongue swirling around the taste of myself.

“That’s it.” he nodded, as he licked his lips. “Taste how fucking wet you are for us.”

His fingers slid deeper, pressing down on my tongue, forcing my jaw wide. Spit started to gather at the corners of my mouth, drooling out in a thin, shiny trail down my chin. I moaned around them, the sound broken and shameless.

Matt whimpered again, his mouth still wrapped around my nipple. He’d started sucking harder, his hands massaging me now with more confidence, gentle but desperate, trying to keep up while I came undone in Chris’ lap.

“Look at you.” Chris rasped. “Drooling all over yourself while my brother’s got his mouth on your tits and my fingers down your throat. You love this, don’t you?”

I nodded with his fingers still in my mouth, eyes fluttering as he pressed them deeper, making me gag just a little… just enough to send a fresh wave of heat pulsing through me.

Chris then pulled his fingers from my mouth with a slick pop, watching the trail of spit cling as he brought them down between my legs. Then without any warning, he pushed inside me, causing me to yelp from the shock, and my body jolting from the sudden, brutal stretch. He groaned when he felt how easily I took him in, his knuckles to the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” he grunted.

Matt stumbled back like he’d just been jolted too, his mouth leaving my nipple with a wet sound as he looked at me wide-eyed, unsure if he should stop or continue.

Chris’ fingers were pumping hard now, fucking into me without mercy, the obscene sound of wetness echoing off the marble and velvet all around us.

I moaned, dizzy and wrecked, but my eyes stayed locked on Matt.

“Take your pants off.” I ordered, breathless but firm. “Now.”

He hesitated for a beat and then unbuckled his belt, his hands shaking just a little as he shoved his jeans down. His boxers followed shortly after.

“Oh…” I purred, hand reaching between us to wrap around his cock. “Look at you.”

He was thick, flushed pink and rigid, twitching slightly the second my fingers curled around him. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, just begging to be licked, but I didn’t… not yet. I gave him a slow, firm stroke instead, base to tip, watching his mouth part in a gasp.

“Already this hard from sucking my tits, huh?” I whispered, stroking him again, twisting just a little at the head. “You’ve been holding back, baby.”

Matt groaned, deep and helpless, and bucked into my hand, his eyes flicking from my fist around his cock to the way Chris’ fingers were still slamming into me, soaking his lap. “Fuck…”

“You gonna let me use this pretty cock of yours?” I asked sweetly, tilting my head as I stroked him again, faster now. “Or are you just gonna stand there and watch while I cum all over your brother’s fingers?”

His hands fisted at his sides and his cock jerked in my palm. Yeah. He was ready.

Chris’ fingers were relentless, pistoning in and out of me, fast and wet, the sound of it echoing in the suite like an applause for my depravity. My thighs were shaking, hips twitching against the pressure, but I still had a firm grip on Matt, stroking him in time with every thrust inside me.

“Fucking dripping for me.” Chris muttered darkly, mouth right at my ear. “You’re practically sucking my fingers in. This little pussy was made to be filled.”

I moaned, high and wrecked, but still smiled, dazed at Matt, whose eyes were blown wide and his lips parted.

“Chris…” I whimpered, rolling my hips as I squeezed Matt’s cock harder. “Don’t stop.”

“Not planning to.” he grinned mischeviously, curling his fingers deep. “You’re so fucking wet it’s leaking down my hand. Shit, I can’t wait to stretch you on my cock.”

“Fuck—fuck.” Matt stammered, hips jerking forward helplessly as I stroked him faster. His knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the couch for balance. “You—she’s—I can’t—”

“Poor baby.” I cooed, eyes fluttering but still locked on him. “You can’t even get a full sentence out.” I twisted my wrist on the upstroke and watched him shudder. “You like watching me get finger-fucked while I stroke your cock, hm? You like seeing how deep he goes into my pussy while I ruin you with just my hand?”

“Yes—fuck, yes.” Matt gasped. “It’s—fuck—it’s so hot—”

“She’s a mess.” Chris chuckled, fingers slamming harder, knuckles drenched in my arousal. “I’ve never felt anyone this wet, fuck.”

I whimpered again, a broken moan spilling out, my thighs squeezing involuntarily around his wrist.

“You like that, baby?” I panted, eyes rolling back slightly before they focused on Matt again. “Knowing I’m wet from both of you? From this—” I gave his cock a firm stroke, palm sliding over the leaking head. “And this—” My hips rocked against Chris’ brutal thrusts, making a downright filthy squelch.

Matt groaned like he was dying, his hips twitching.

Chris’ fingers curled deep one last time, pressing against that perfect spot inside me until my whole body shook, and then he pulled them out and brought them to my mouth again.

I licked them clean without hesitation, moaning around them as the salt settled upon my tongue.

“You’re not coming like this.” he said, watching my tongue swirl. “When you cum, it’s gonna be with my cock deep inside you.”

I gasped, eyes fluttering. My legs felt like jelly, but I didn’t hesitate. I turned to Matt, whose cock was still flushed, throbbing, and slick from all the stroking.

“Lie down.” I commanded, breathless and flushed.

Matt obeyed like he was under a spell, dropping back onto the velvet couch, his chest heaving. His cock stood straight up from a nest of soft curls, thick and aching, the head leaking slightly with white.

I crawled off Chris’ lap, removing my thong entirely, and settled between Matt’s legs, licking my lips.

“Oh, baby.” I pouted, wrapping a hand around the base and watching him twitch. “You’ve been so patient.”

Matt groaned like he was about to lose it already. And behind me, I could hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Chris was stripping, quick and desperate. But I felt Chris. The heat of him, his presence, and that heavy silence as he bared himself while watching me be laid obscenely across the couch between Matt’s legs .

I finally lowered my mouth onto Matt’s cock, causing his whole body to jerk. He cried out, a strangled and guttural noise like I’d just punched the air from his lungs. I flattened my tongue along the underside, then hollowed my cheeks and took him in deeper, moaning around him while he squirmed beneath me, already gripping the back of the couch like his life depended on it.

“Fuck—fuck, oh my God.” Matt gasped, head dropping back, and legs shaking. “That’s—oh fuck, that’s so good—”

Matt’s cock throbbed in my mouth as I bobbed up and down, moaning around him with every slick, messy glide of my tongue. His hips jerked uncontrollably with each swirl and suck, while his moans came out desperate and raw.

Behind me, Chris stilled.

His hands came down hard on my hips, gripping tight and rough. I gasped around Matt as he leaned over me, his cock heavy and hot as it brushed my thigh, but he didn’t push in. Not yet.

His hands gripped my cheeks and spread them open, wide and brash, thumbs digging in hard enough to leave prints. “Holy fuck…” he panted, his voice gone hoarse. “Pussy’s so pretty from this angle. All wet and needy.” Chris smacked my ass, sharp and loud. I bumped forward on Matt’s cock, gagging slightly, spit sliding down the shaft as I moaned.

“You’re dripping all over your thighs.” Chris muttered. “Fuck, it’s running down your legs like you can’t hold it in.” He squeezed, spreading me wider. Another sharp smack made my whole body shudder, my ass stinging deliciously. “Bet, you still haven’t had enough, huh?” he taunted, kneeling behind me now.

I moaned in response, before pulling off Matt just enough to pant. “Taste me then. Since you can’t stop looking.”

Chris didn’t waste another second, his knees immediately sunk into the couch behind me. He grabbed my hips and hauled me back into him, rough and demanding, until my ass was pressed right against his face. I cried out, the sound muffled by Matt’s cock deep in my throat as Chris buried himself in me with an animalistic sound.

My spine arched instantly, back curving like a string pulled taut, and I felt the brush of velvet against my chest, soft but electric. My nipples grazed the couch cushion, already sensitive and stiff, and the friction made me gasp around Matt’s cock, throat tightening involuntarily.

Matt let out a ragged moan above me as his fingers instinctively reached for my hair. “Oh, shit.”

But I couldn’t respond. Chris was dragging his tongue through my folds, then circled my clit with lewd precision, sucking it between his lips hard enough to make me jolt. His hands held me in place, fingers bruising on my thighs, forcing me to stay arched, and to keep my body open and on display for him.

And I was still gagging on Matt, his cock pulsing on my tongue, spit and arousal mixing and drooling down my chin. He was losing it under me, pulling my hair, hips twitching, and his voice high and breathless.

“So fucking sweet.” Chris breathed, licking again, messier this time. His hands never stopped gripping my flesh, fingers spreading me wide, tongue lapping at my dripping slit, and flicking over my clit before dragging down to taste everywhere, sloppily. He pulled me closer, diving in deeper, groaning into me. He slapped my ass once more, sharply, and I moaned around Matt, the vibration making him shudder around my mouth.

The velvet rubbed my nipples with every movement. I was leaking, shaking, being pulled in two directions at once, and I was loving every moment of it.

Chris groaned into me again, tongue flicking ruthlessly over my clit before he licked another long, salacious stripe down to my entrance. His hands were rough, still gripping my ass tight, and spreading me wide open for him as if he needed to feel every inch of me around his mouth.

“Fucking leaking.” he muttered, pulling back just enough to smack my ass again, sharp and stinging. “I could fuck this pretty little hole with my tongue and still not catch all the mess.”

I gasped, knees trembling, and moaning around Matt’s cock again as my mouth sank deeper over him. He throbbed hard on my tongue, his hips twitching helplessly.

“Shit—shit—” Matt moaned, his voice cracking and fingers tugging at my hair. “I—I can’t—feels so good—fuck—”

“Fuck.” Chris rasped. “You’re so fucking responsive. Keep moaning on his cock like that. Let him feel how much you love being eaten from behind while your mouth’s full.”

I groaned, sucking Matt deeper again, bobbing my head while Chris consumed me.

Matt’s grip in my hair had turned desperate, it was tight and possessive, as his fingers wounded deep in the strands as he tried to keep himself grounded. My lips were stretched around his cock, spit coating everything, and my mouth working him slow and sloppy as Chris feasted on me from behind me like a man starved.

But then I felt it… and so did Chris.

He breathed heavily, tongue pressing deep, and lips soaked. “She’s fucking fluttering.” he muttered darkly, his mouth just barely pulling away from my wet folds. “Pussy’s begging for some cock.”

I gasped around Matt’s length, my body trembling in anticipation.

Chris rose behind me in one smooth motion, with his chest flushed against my back, cock heavy and hard dragging through my folds once before he lined up, nudging against my twitching entrance.

“Fuck, I can see your pussy clenching.” Chris muttered. “You want me to stretch you open that bad?”

I moaned around Matt’s cock in response, the vibrations making his thighs jerk.

Chris hissed, rubbing the head of his cock through my folds, teasing me. “Say it.” he snapped. “Say you want me to fuck you while you’ve got my brother’s cock down your throat.”

I pulled off Matt just long enough to pant, voice wrecked but smiling. “I want you to fill me up while I suck him dry.” And then I sank back down on Matt’s cock just as Chris slammed into me from behind, hard and deep. Just one brutal thrust that filled me to the hilt, splitting me open on his cock like I was nothing but a wet, willing toy for him to fuck.

We all moaned at once.

Matt cursed under his breath, fists clenched in my hair.

Chris groaned, already fucking into me with brutal, punishing thrusts. “So fucking tight. This pussy’s squeezing me, holy fuck.”

And me? I was moaning around a mouthful of cock, spit dribbling down my chin, and every thrust sent me further into glorious ruin.

Chris’ voice was low and full of wrecked praise. “You were made for this. One cock in your mouth, and one in your pussy. Greedy fucking whore.”

A muffled whine left me, while I was still bobbing my head on Matt, with spit profusely drooling from the corners of my mouth. And beneath me, Matt was blushing and babbling, his voice barely coherent.

Chris’ hips snapped relentlessly against me, as the sound of skin slapping echoed loudly throughout the room. My mouth ripped off Matt’s cock with a strangled, high-pitched moan, spit clinging between my lips and his flushed, leaking head. My whole body jerked forward, tits dragging against the velvet cushion, and my arms bracing uselessly beneath me.

Chris didn’t stop. He gripped my hips tight, fingers bruising as he pounded into me, hard and fast, and his breath ragged with every violent thrust.

“Fucking—tight.” he grunted. “You hear that, Matt? She’s milking my cock already.”

I turned my head, breath hitching, and locked eyes with Matt. And kept them there. Moaning, shaking, eyes wide, and completely wrecked, I held his gaze as Chris used my body like it belonged to him.

Matt looked destroyed, his jaw slack, cock still twitching, and lips wet from all the moaning he couldn’t hold back. His hand was still tangled in my hair, gripping like he never wanted to let go.

“Is this what you wanted to see, baby?” I panted, voice trembling as Chris slammed into me again. “Me getting fucked like a ragdoll while you watch?”

That made Chris growl, sinking into me harder and deeper.

Matt nodded, completely undone. “Y—yeah.” he heaved, biting his lower lip. “Fuck—yeah.”

I moaned at the sight of Matt unraveling and Chris drilling into me. It was all too much.

Chris wasn’t just fucking me anymore, he was literally using me to chase his release. His grip on my hips had turned brutal, yanking me back into every savage thrust. I couldn’t catch my breath or form a single coherent thought. My body was a ragdoll, jolting with every rough slam of his cock deep inside me.

And then he reached around. Chris’ fingers slid down, fast and greedy, landing on my clit with terrifying precision. He rubbed, fast and dirty, in tight, messy circles that made my legs start to buckle.

I choked on a breath catching high in my throat as my mouth opened uselessly. I couldn’t even moan properly anymore. Just broken little gasps and half-whimpers tumbling out between hitched breaths.

“Fucking melting around me.” Chris scoffed behind me. “You’re twitching like you can’t even take it. What, too much cock?”

I tried to answer but it was just a babbled moan. My lips moved but nothing came out that wasn’t soaked in helpless pleasure.

Matt was still beneath me, watching with wide eyes, his cock flushed and leaking in my useless grip.

My hand was still wrapped around him, but it was trembling now. Loose and pathetic. I was barely stroking, just clinging, fingers twitching every time Chris’ cock bottomed out inside me and his fingers rubbed against my clit.

“F—fuck—” I sobbed, my voice ragged. “I—I can’t—” My body was trembling violently now, sweat slicking down my back, and my thighs quaking from the overwhelming pressure building fast and sharp.

“Look at her.” Chris said, his voice pure sin. “She can’t even jerk you off properly anymore. She’s too fucked out.”

Matt whimpered, his hand covering mine as if trying to help, his hips jerking up just a little to feel anything.

And me? I was too far gone.

The orgasm hit like a lightning strike, sharp, electric, and explosive. My whole body tensed, shook, and then broke. I let out a loud, cracked moan as Chris slammed into me one last time, rubbing ruthless circles over my clit until I was seeing stars behind my eyes.

“You’re gonna make me cum—fuck—” Chris groaned loudly, his voice getting tight and ragged, grabbing my hips tight.

As I braced for his hot load to flood my bruised walls, Chris pulled out with a loud smack of wet skin, tugging his cock rough and fast, making me wince. “Gonna paint that pretty back.” And just like that, he spilled all over me stuttering, as thick ropes of white shot across my spine and shoulders, dripping between the curve of my ass.

I gasped, startled by the sudden sticky warmth, my eyes fluttering up to Matt’s as Chris moaned behind me. I was drenched in sweat and cum, and felt utterly ruined… but I wasn’t even close to being done.

But I couldn’t hold myself up for another second so I just… flopped. Straight down onto Matt’s chest with a muffled “oof.”

He let out a startled breath, arms awkwardly catching me as I collapsed like a boneless little mess, hair stuck to my forehead, and my body limp.

Chris was behind us, half-sprawled across the armrest, cock softening, and chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon. “Fucking hell.” he muttered, throwing an arm over his eyes.

I just groaned into Matt’s skin feeling the soreness spread throughout my body.

Matt blinked down at me, concern flickering through his post-lust haze. “Are you… are you okay?” he asked softly, one hand brushing hair back from my face.

I managed a lazy, satisfied smile. “I can’t feel my legs.” He looked horrified for a second. “In the best way.” I added, my voice slurred with bliss. “I’m good. So good.”

And then I shifted, just a little, maybe to give my legs some room to stop twitching. But in that moment, I forgot entirely that there wasn’t enough space left on this couch. I rolled over, and fell. Straight off the edge, and onto the lush rug below with a soft thud, with limbs splayed, hair a wreck, and a soft, dazed whimper slipping from my lips as I just… laid there.

The room went silent.

“Are you—?” Matt sat up fast, peering over the edge of the couch with wide eyes.

Chris didn’t even move, still spread-eagle across the armrest like he had blacked out.

From my spot on the floor, I slowly raised a hand and waved weakly. “I’m okay. Just… recalibrating with gravity.”

I blinked up at the ceiling, absolutely fucked out and then caught a glimpse of Matt. He was still rock-hard, flushed pink, and leaking.

“Oh no.” I cooed softly, biting my lip as I looked at his poor, twitching cock. “You still need finishing, don’t you?”

He laughed weakly, cheeks burning. But he nodded, a little too eager.

I crooked a finger at him, grinning lazily. “C’mere, baby. Let’s take care of that sweet cock. You were so patient tonight.”

The rug was soft beneath me, as I was still catching my breath, and my body buzzing from every overstimulated nerve Chris had lit up and left behind. My thighs were sticky, and I felt like my limbs weren’t quite working, but my legs still spread for Matt.

Matt sat up slowly on the couch, flushed and wide-eyed, cock hard and aching in his lap. But when our eyes met? He understood. No words. Just a look that said, I’ve got you.

He slid off the couch without a sound, knees pressing into the rug as he settled between my legs. And when he leaned in, his hands didn’t grab, yank or flip me over, he cradled my thighs, holding them open with a gentleness that made my body shiver.

Then he looked at me, really looked, and kissed me.

Soft and slow. Lips warm and parted, tasting me like I was sacred. His hand slid up my side, curving under the weight of my breast, thumb brushing a tender circle around my nipple as his tongue met mine.

I moaned into his mouth, body arching up to meet him. This was different.

Where Chris was rough, Matt was steady. Where Chris gripped, Matt held. Where Chris fucked like he was claiming territory, Matt moved like he wanted to feel everything.

His cock nudged against my entrance, slick from all that came before, but he didn’t slam in. He guided himself in slowly, watching my face the entire time. And when he bottomed out? I gasped, clutching his shoulders, eyes fluttering closed.

“Is this okay?” he whispered.

I nodded, heart thudding. “So good.” I breathed. “You feel so good, Matt.”

He kissed me again, deeper this time, a soft moan slipping from his lips as he started to move. His hips rocked gently and steadily, like he wanted to savour the drag, the glide, and the wet warmth of being buried in me fully. Each thrust made my toes curl. Not because of how hard he was fucking me, but because of how deeply he was giving himself to me.

He kissed my neck, then my collarbone, murmuring soft praises I could barely hear between my own moans. His breath was warm and his hands never left my body. And for a second, I forgot there was someone else in the room with us.

Matt was deep inside me now, hips moving slow and deliberate, each thrust carving through the afterglow. His mouth pressed kisses to my throat, to my jaw, to the curve of my breast, and it felt like he was trying to put me back together, after Chris had completely taken me apart.

My fingers curled into his hair, a soft gasp catching in my throat as he rocked forward, hitting the perfect spot with a rhythm that felt more like worship than casual sex.

“Fuck…” I gasped, my breath wavering. “It feels so good.”

But then, through the haze, my eyes fell on Chris. He was still sprawled on the couch, head tilted back against the armrest, flushed and panting. His eyes were fixed on us. On me. His hand was fisted around his cock, and he was stroking himself to the pace of Matt’s thrusts.

The sight made my stomach flip.

He was watching us like it was the filthiest, most mesmerizing thing he’d ever seen. Like watching his brother passionately fuck me on the floor, with my thighs trembling and my lips parted in soft moans, was fuel for his ruined, overstimulated brain.

“Look at him.” Matt chuckled against my skin, noticing my gaze. “Can’t get enough of you, even now.”

Chris’ voice was rough. “The way you sound… the way you moan for him. Fuck.”

I let out a soft, wrecked noise, and Matt smiled, a sweet smile that made my chest ache. Then he kissed me again, deeper this time, as if he didn’t care that we were being watched. But I did.

Because the thought of Chris watching, and stroking his cock to the sight of me coming undone under someone else? It made me clench around Matt’s cock like I was begging for more.

“Eyes on me.” Matt whispered, his breath hot on my lips. “Let him watch. But you’re mine right now.”

And I obeyed. Completely.

Matt’s pace started to shift. Still gentle and full of that delicious control, but his hips angled deeper, one hand sliding under my thigh and lifting it, guiding my leg higher around his waist.

And that one change? Oh my God.

The new angle made me gasp, back arching into him, and nails digging into his shoulders as he hit a spot that made my toes curl and my vision blur. “There.” I breathed, my voice wrecked. “Matt—fuck, right there.”

He kissed the side of my neck, still moving slow but strong, rolling his hips just right. “Yeah?” he whispered. “That feel good, sweetheart?”

I nodded, gasping as he rocked into me again and again.

His eyes were locked on mine now, soft and blown-wide, filled with something that made my heart ache even as my body trembled beneath him.

“You’re so pretty.” he murmured, brushing my hair back with a shaky hand. “So fucking pretty like this.”

I whimpered, lips parting from the soft gasps that left me. It was so different from Chris’ rough hands and filthy mouth. Matt didn’t need to own me, he wanted to feel and cherish me. And it worked.

My moans grew higher, body clenching tight, and the wave building fast, hot, and impossible to fight.

“Matt—fuck—I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum.” I gasped, eyes wide and my vision hazy.

He held me tighter, kissed my cheek and lips. “Cum for me, baby.” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

My body arched beneath him, thighs trembling, and hands grasping uselessly at his shoulders as the orgasm hit like a crashing tide. I clenched around him, fluttering, and pulling him deeper with every sharp pulse of release. I moaned loudly, sounding shaky, broken, and completely undone.

Matt groaned, burying his face in my neck as he fucked through it. His rhythm faltered, cock twitching as he followed me into oblivion, thrusting deep one last time before he came with a strangled gasp.

“F—Fuck!” he moaned against my skin, hips grinding as he spilled inside me, warm and full.

And then just as we both collapsed into each other, tangled and breathless, a soft groan echoed from the couch above us. Chris.

We both blinked, then turned just enough to see him slumped into the cushions, arm draped over his eyes, chest heaving, and cock slick in his hand.

“So much better than watching porn.” he muttered, completely spent.

I burst out giggling, my forehead against Matt’s chest, as my body still twitched from the aftershocks.

Matt just sighed, grinning softly as he shook his head at his brother.

For a short while, me and Matt laid there tangled and breathless, in a sticky, blissed-out heap on the rug. While Chris was a limp, half-conscious sprawl on the couch.

My body was wrecked in the most satisfying way. Every inch of me throbbed: my thighs, my chest, and my throat. But somehow, in all the overstimulation and mess, I’d never felt more satisfied.

Matt was still inside me, buried to the hilt, his face nuzzled into my neck as our breathing synced back to something human.

Once Matt pulled out, I stretched with a quiet sigh and glanced towards the massive bathroom that was just a few feet away. It had marble flooring, glass walls, and a rainfall showerhead. My smile turned devilish.

“So…” I started, voice syrupy and innocent. “Anyone else feel like rinsing off?”

Matt pulled away, looking already intrigued. Chris cracked an eye open, skeptical.

I propped myself up on one elbow, biting my lip. “Together?”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Matt swallowed hard. “I—yeah. I wouldn’t say no.”

Chris, still recovering on the couch, lifted his head, eyes heavy-lidded and ruined. He looked at me. Then at Matt. Then towards the bathroom. Dragging a hand down his face, he exhaled. “Fuck… at least give me five minutes and a drink before you break me again.”

And just like that, round two was on the table.

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