𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝
Pairing: Elias “Stack” Moore × Elijah “Smoke” Moore × Raven (Black Female OC)
Summary: Raven comes home with Stack after a night out, expecting nothing more than his sweet-filthy mouth to ruin her. But when the shadows shift in her bedroom, she learns he’s not the only Moore brother watching. Smoke steps out of the dark—gentle where Stack is sharp, steady where Stack is reckless—and soon Raven is caught between both twins, their voices layering possession until her body is split wide and claimed twice over.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Explicit smut, Dom/sub dynamics, voyeurism, twin brothers (MMF), double penetration (anal + vaginal), overstimulation, dirty talk, AAVE-coded dialogue, praise/degradation mix, crying sex, tears, breeding implications, intensity, emotional sub, cussing.
The front door clicked shut, and the quiet of the apartment rushed in, heavier than the bass that had been rattling her chest all night. Raven let her purse drop on the entryway table, her heels following with a tired thud. She flexed her toes against the hardwood, sighing at the relief. The night had been long—too many faces, too much liquor, too much noise pressing at her ears.
The silence felt good. Familiar.
She padded toward the kitchen, reaching for a glass, humming low to herself. The dim light under the cabinets flicked on, gold against her brown skin. She poured water, sipping slow, letting her shoulders drop.
That’s when she felt him.
Stack slid in behind her, the warmth of him at her back before she even heard the soft scrape of his boots. His chest brushed her shoulder blades, his hands bracing on the counter at her sides. His voice came low, syrup-thick, right at her ear.
“You look good when you tired,” he murmured. “All soft. Easy to fold up in my hands.”
Raven’s breath stuttered, the rim of the glass pausing against her lips. “Stack…”
“Mmh.” He kissed just under her ear, slow, lips dragging. “Been watchin’ you all night, sittin’ there quiet, lettin’ everybody else run they mouths. You mine now. Ain’t gotta share.”
Her cheeks warmed, her throat tightening. “You always talkin’ nasty when I’m just tryna relax.”
“That’s ‘cause I know how quick you give in when I do.” His smile ghosted against her skin, one hand slipping from the counter to rest at her hip. His thumb stroked lazy circles over her dress. “Don’t even fight it, baby. You know you like when I talk filthy.”
She swallowed hard, her body already leaning back into him. The water glass felt forgotten in her hand.
Stack nuzzled her jaw, his drawl dropping lower, the words sticky-sweet and dirty. “Bet you already wet just from me whisperin’ in your ear like this. Bet if I slid my fingers under this dress, I’d find you drippin’ for me.”
Her breath caught, her knuckles whitening around the glass. “…Stack.”
He chuckled, soft and filthy, pressing his hips just enough against her so she could feel the thick line of his dick through denim. “Mmhm. You feel me. You know where this headed.”
The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the fridge, the slow drip of the faucet, and his voice sinking into her like honey.
Stack crowded her in, the counter pressing into the backs of Raven’s thighs. She hadn’t moved since he stepped in behind her, his chest caging her soft body, his breath spilling hot against her ear.
“Put the glass down,” he murmured.
Her hand shook as she set it in the sink. Before she could pull back, his palm slid over her wrist and flattened it against the counter. His other hand found the hem of her dress, inching it higher like he owned every thread.
“Stack…” Her voice cracked—half protest, half plea.
He chuckled low, lips grazing her jaw. “What? Can’t even say my name without soundin’ like you already gone?” His fingers crept higher, brushing the edge of her panties. “Mm. Body tellin’ me more than your mouth ever will.”
Her knees wobbled, but his weight at her back kept her steady. He pressed his dick against her ass, heavy and thick through denim, letting her feel the shape of him.
“Don’t—” she whispered, breath catching.
“Don’t what?” His voice sharpened just enough to make her pulse skip. His thumb skimmed over the damp patch at her center. “Don’t touch you here? Or don’t stop?”
Her throat worked, no answer coming. He slid his fingers under the lace, slow, dragging along her slit until her whole body jolted.
“Yeah,” he breathed, mouth against her temple. “That’s it. You soaked already. And you tryin’ to act like my mouth runnin’ is the problem.”
Her moan spilled out, high and thin, and her hand gripped the edge of the counter like it might keep her upright.
“Listen to you,” he teased, slipping one finger inside her, deep and smooth. She clenched tight around him, and he hissed through his teeth. “Fuck. You clutchin’ me like you scared to let go.”
Her head tipped back onto his shoulder, her breath ragged. “Stack—”
“That’s right. Say it like you mean it.” He stroked inside her, curling just enough to make her gasp, while his thumb found her clit and drew tight circles. “Every little whine you make sound better than any song they played tonight.”
Her hips twitched, rocking forward against his hand, but when she tried to chase more, he froze, holding her still.
“Mm-mm.” His mouth brushed her cheek, smile curved against her skin. “Don’t rush me. You gon’ take this slow, the way I want.”
“Please—”
His hand left her wrist, came up to her jaw, tilting her face toward him. “Say it straight.”
Her eyes fluttered open, wide, glassy. “…Please keep goin’.”
His grin spread, slow and sure. “That’s my girl.”
He pulled his hand from her, slick fingers trailing down her thigh, leaving her trembling. She whimpered at the loss, but he only kissed her—long, messy, tongue sweeping until she was breathless against the counter.
When he finally pulled back, her lips shined, her chest heaved. He laced his fingers through hers and tugged her forward, past the living room.
The bedroom light stayed off, only the spill from the hallway catching the edges of the sheets. Stack guided her in like he had all the time in the world, his hand warm around hers, his steps slow so she felt every second of the pull.
When the backs of her legs brushed the mattress, he stopped. One hand slid from hers to her waist, pressing her steady, his other tilting her chin up.
“You nervous?” His drawl wrapped lazy around the question, though his eyes had that sharp glint she couldn’t escape.
Raven’s lips parted, but nothing came out. She only nodded.
He grinned, soft and filthy all at once. “Good. I like you nervous.” His mouth claimed hers before she could answer, deep and wet, his tongue slipping past her lips like he owned the right.
Her knees weakened fast, her fingers catching at his shirt, holding tight. He kissed her like he was starving, like every sound she made was a meal he’d waited all night for. When she whimpered, he swallowed it whole, pulling her tighter against the thick line of his dick pressing into her stomach.
“Mm.” He pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips. “You taste better than the liquor they poured me.”
Her cheeks burned, her chest rising sharp under his. She tried to look away, but his hand on her jaw held her still.
“Uh uh. Eyes here.” His thumb traced her bottom lip, slick from his kiss. “Ain’t lettin’ you hide from me.”
She blinked at him, wide-eyed, her breath catching when his fingers slipped to her shoulder, tugging at the strap of her dress.
“Take it off,” he whispered, voice thick and sure.
Her hands trembled, but she obeyed, sliding the straps down her arms, fabric pooling at her waist. He watched her like she was giving him something sacred, his gaze heavy, unblinking.
“Pretty,” he breathed, kissing her collarbone, dragging his lips slow across her skin. “Always so fuckin’ pretty for me.”
He knelt then, tugging the dress lower, his palms dragging down her hips as he freed her from it. She stood in nothing but her panties, the cool air making her shiver.
Stack sat back on his heels, looking up at her, his grin edged with hunger. “You shakin’ already. And I ain’t even started.”
Her thighs pressed together, heat slick between them, her eyes darting anywhere but his.
“Raven.” His voice sharpened. She snapped her gaze back to him. “Open up.”
Slowly, she parted her legs. His tongue flicked across his lip, his hands sliding up her thighs.
“That’s it,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss just above the waistband of her panties. “Gon’ lay you down next. Let you feel what this mouth really do.”
The bed creaked when he pressed her back onto it, his hands gentle but firm, spreading her across the sheets. He kissed her again—her stomach, her hip, the swell of her breast through lace—dragging it out until her whole body buzzed with need.
By the time he settled between her thighs, she was trembling, breath ragged, eyes glassy in the dark.
And Stack’s grin was soft, filthy, certain. “Yeah. You ready for me now.”
Stack dragged her panties down slow, knuckles brushing the insides of her thighs as he slid the lace away. Raven gasped, hips twitching when the night air hit her slick heat. She tried to close her legs on instinct, but his palms pushed them back apart, steady, unhurried.
“Uh uh. Keep ‘em open for me.” His voice was soft, but the command cut straight through her.
Her thighs trembled as he settled between them, lips brushing her knee, then the soft inside of her thigh. He kissed everywhere but where she needed him most—slow, deliberate, like he had all night to taste every inch of her skin.
“You smell so good down here,” he murmured, his breath hot against her. “Sweet and messy, just how I like it.”
Her head tipped back against the sheets, a broken sound leaving her throat. “Stack—please…”
“Mmh.” He kissed the crease of her thigh, his tongue flicking out for one teasing swipe. Her whole body jolted. “Beggin’ already, baby? I ain’t even started.”
When his tongue finally dragged slow across her slit, her cry split the dark, high and needy. He licked her like he had nowhere else to be—long, lazy strokes that coated his mouth in her wetness. He groaned low against her, the vibration making her clit throb.
“Fuck,” he whispered into her. “Tastes like heaven down here.”
Her fingers clutched the sheets, hips lifting into his face, but he pressed her back down with one strong hand on her stomach. “Nah. Let me lead. You just take it.”
He circled her clit with his tongue, slow spirals that pulled whimpers from her chest. Every time her moans climbed, he eased back, dragging his mouth lower, kissing at her folds until she writhed. Then he’d come back, tongue flicking sharp, making her chase the edge he refused to let her fall over.
Her thighs quivered around his shoulders, her voice breaking. “Stack, please, please—I need—”
His chuckle was muffled against her, tongue pressing flat against her clit, sucking gentle until she screamed. He pulled back just long enough to murmur, “You need me to ruin you, huh? My good girl can’t keep quiet when I got my mouth on her.”
“Yes—yes,” she sobbed, her hand flying to his hair.
He groaned like the sound alone fed him, then buried his tongue deep, fucking her with his mouth. The slick sounds filled the room, wet and shameless. He pulled out to suck her clit again, harder this time, and her whole body arched off the bed.
“Don’t hold back,” he growled against her. “I want it loud. Let the neighbors hear who makin’ you come.”
Her moans shattered into cries, the heat coiling too tight. His tongue worked relentless, his lips sucking her clit until her orgasm ripped through her like fire. She shook, tears slipping from her eyes, her hands fisting in his hair as she screamed his name.
Stack held her down through it, eating her like a man starved, groaning as she drenched his mouth. Even when she begged, trembling, “Stack, I can’t—I can’t—” he just licked slower, dragging her down soft, kissing her pussy tender.
He finally pulled back, lips and chin slick, his eyes gleaming in the dark. He kissed her thigh, her hip, up her stomach until his chest covered hers.
“Yeah,” he whispered, arms wrapping her tight, his breath hot against her ear. “That’s my girl. Sweetest thing I ever tasted.”
The room was thick with the smell of sex—sweet, heavy, clinging to the sheets. Raven’s chest rose sharp under Stack’s weight, her body still trembling, thighs damp from his mouth. His arms wrapped around her, grounding her while she tried to catch her breath.
He kissed her jaw, the corner of her mouth, his voice soft and smug all at once. “You hear yourself? Sounded so fuckin’ pretty when you came for me.”
Her lashes fluttered, cheeks wet, throat tight with aftershocks. She buried her face against his neck, whispering, “You… you drive me crazy.”
Stack chuckled low, pressing a kiss into her hairline. “Crazy ‘bout you, too.”
For a moment, it was quiet again—the creak of the house settling, her shaky breath, his steady heartbeat under her ear.
Then Stack’s eyes flicked past her, toward the far corner.
Raven didn’t notice at first, lost in the heat of his body. But when his hand slid up her back and stilled there, she felt the shift in him—the way his chest tightened, the way his mouth curved into a grin that wasn’t for her.
Her brows drew in, confusion cutting through the haze. “What?”
“Mm.” Stack’s lips brushed her temple, his voice dipping low. “Ain’t just me that think you pretty like this.”
Her head jerked back, eyes wide. “What are you talking about?”
Stack didn’t answer her straight. Instead, his gaze slid toward the shadows again, and then his voice came, steady, deliberate. “C’mon out, brother.”
The blood drained from Raven’s face. She twisted, clutching the sheet to her chest, her eyes darting to the corner of the room.
And there he was.
Smoke sat in the chair like he’d been there all along, body stretched, arms folded across his chest. The dim light barely touched him, but his eyes caught hers—steady, dark, unreadable.
Raven’s breath caught sharp, her stomach dropping. “What the—what the fuck—?!”
Stack held her steady, his arms firm around her as she tried to recoil. “Easy. Easy, baby. Don’t panic.” His lips brushed her ear, whispering filth into comfort. “That’s just my twin. He been watchin’ how sweet you fall apart for me.”
Her voice cracked, high and trembling. “Twin? You—you never—”
Smoke shifted in the chair, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. His voice came low, smoother than Stack’s but with a darker edge. “He ain’t wrong. You somethin’ to see.”
Raven shook her head, her chest heaving. Her eyes darted between them, panic and disbelief warring with the heat still buzzing in her veins.
Stack kissed her temple again, grounding her against the chaos. “Don’t run from it. You trust me, right?”
Her lips trembled. “…Stack…”
“You trust me.” His tone sharpened, commanding, and she shivered under it.
Slowly, she nodded, though her whole body shook.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his grin sliding wider as he looked back at the shadow. “Come on, Smoke. She ready.”
Raven’s chest rose sharp under Stack’s arms, the aftershocks of her orgasm tangled with something colder now—fear, disbelief. The sheet was clutched tight to her chest, her wide eyes darting toward the corner where Smoke had been sitting all along.
“Stack…” Her voice cracked, thin. “You—you never told me you had a brother.”
Stack kissed the side of her temple like it was nothing, his grin low and smug. “Didn’t seem important ‘til now.”
“Not important?” Her voice pitched high, panicked. “He was—he was here the whole time? Watching—”
“Relax.” Stack’s tone cut smooth through her panic, sweet and sharp at once. His palm smoothed down her arm, grounding her. “Ain’t nothin’ happened you ain’t want. You was beggin’ for me. He just got a front row seat.”
Her stomach flipped, shame heating her cheeks even as her body still throbbed from his mouth. “That’s not—Stack, this ain’t—”
“Shh.” His lips brushed her jaw, steady. “You trust me?”
Raven’s throat tightened, words caught. “…Yes.”
“Then trust this.” His gaze slid back toward his brother, eyes gleaming. “She soft, but she listens.”
Smoke leaned forward from the shadows now, elbows braced on his knees. The dim light hit his face—same features as Stack, but heavier, darker, his eyes flat and unreadable. “Looks like it,” he drawled, voice deeper, rougher. “Sounded like it, too. Had her screamin’ your name.”
Raven flinched, burying her face against Stack’s neck, muffling a broken sound.
Stack chuckled low, curling his hand into her hair, tilting her head back up. “Uh-uh. Don’t hide now. You let me eat that pussy loud enough to shake the walls, and now you shy?”
Her lashes trembled, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. “I can’t… I don’t even know him—”
“You know me.” Stack’s voice sharpened, soft but unyielding. “That’s enough.”
Smoke rose from the chair, stepping closer slow, deliberate. His shadow stretched long across the floor, swallowing the space until he was just a few feet from the bed. His eyes never left Raven.
“You already opened up for one of us,” he said, tone steady, measured. “Ain’t a far step to let me in too.”
Raven’s breath hitched, her fingers clenching the sheet.
Stack’s mouth curved against her ear, his whisper dripping sweet filth. “See? He right. You halfway broken for me already.” He kissed her neck, teeth grazing. “Don’t fight it, baby. Let it happen.”
Her whole body trembled, caught between fear and the heat still pulsing between her thighs. She met Smoke’s stare for the first time, wide-eyed, and Stack’s grip on her jaw kept her there.
“That’s it,” Stack murmured. “Don’t look away. You already lettin’ him in.”
Raven’s breath shivered in her chest, her fists clutched tight in the sheet like it was armor. Stack’s arm anchored her, his smirk pressed against her skin, but her eyes kept darting back to the man standing just beyond the edge of the bed.
Smoke.
The sight of him up close rattled her—the face was near identical, but the weight of him was different. His eyes didn’t leer. They held steady, quiet, like he was watching something fragile he didn’t want to spook.
Stack’s voice brushed her ear, syrup-slick. “Ain’t no need to be scared, baby. He know how to handle you same as me.”
“I—I don’t…” Raven’s voice broke. “This ain’t right.”
“Right’s what I say it is.” Stack’s grip on her jaw tilted her chin again, forcing her wide eyes back to the other man. “Look at him. Tell me you don’t feel it.”
Her lips trembled, heat and fear clashing in her throat. Smoke’s gaze met hers, slow, unblinking, but not harsh.
“You cryin’,” Smoke said softly, his drawl low, even. “Don’t mean stop, though. Sometimes tears come with it when it’s too good.”
Raven’s chest heaved, shame flooding her cheeks. She turned her face, but Stack’s palm flattened against her jaw, guiding her right back.
“Don’t run,” Stack whispered. “You trust me. That mean you trust him, too.”
Smoke stepped closer, his boots quiet on the floor. His hands didn’t reach yet. Instead, his voice did.
“I ain’t here to hurt you, Raven.” The sound of her name on his tongue sent another shiver racing through her body. “I just wanna see you fall apart same way you did for him. That’s all.”
Her thighs pressed together, the echo of Stack’s mouth still throbbing between them. She hated the way her body answered faster than her words.
“I c-can’t,” she whispered, broken.
“You already doin’ it,” Smoke murmured, his tone gentler than hers had ever heard from Stack. “Shakin’ all over, wet and messy. I ain’t touched you yet, and you already lettin’ me in.”
Stack chuckled low, biting at her neck. “Told you she folds easy. Sweet thing don’t even realize her body beggin’.”
Raven squeezed her eyes shut, a whimper catching in her throat.
“Open,” Stack ordered, sharper now. She gasped when his fingers pinched her chin. “Look at him. Don’t close them eyes on us.”
Slowly, trembling, she obeyed.
Smoke’s gaze caught hers again—steady, dark, but softer than she expected. His voice came quiet, almost careful. “Good girl.”
Her breath shuddered, the praise hitting deep, unraveling another knot inside her.
The room felt too small, heat pressing in from all sides. Raven’s body trembled against Stack, her breaths sharp, broken, every nerve strung tight between fear and need. She hadn’t looked away from Smoke since Stack forced her eyes open, but her chest still heaved like she was caught in a nightmare she couldn’t wake from.
Then Smoke moved.
Slow, measured, like he knew one wrong step would send her running. He stopped at the edge of the bed, the dim light catching on his jaw. His hands stayed visible, palms open, his voice gentler than it had any right to be.
“You still shakin’,” he murmured. “Ain’t no rush. Just breathe.”
Stack’s lips brushed her temple, his drawl syrup-thick. “See how soft he talkin’? He ain’t here to scare you, baby. He here to take care of you.”
Raven swallowed hard, clutching the sheet tighter. “I—I don’t know—”
“You know me,” Stack cut her off, pressing a kiss to her cheek. His hand trailed down her arm, anchoring her. “That’s all you need. I won’t let nothin’ happen to you I don’t want.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, a whimper catching in her throat.
“Eyes open,” Stack ordered, firm but calm. She obeyed, trembling.
Smoke’s gaze held hers steady, and when he finally reached out, his touch was light—his fingers brushing the back of her hand first, nothing more. Her breath hitched sharp.
“That’s it,” Smoke whispered, his thumb stroking small circles against her skin. “Just me. Just touchin’ your hand.”
Her eyes burned, confusion spilling over into wetness. “Why… why you talkin’ so—”
“‘Cause you need it soft,” he said simply, his drawl dragging slow. “You already raw from what he did to you. I ain’t here to tear you open. I’m here to ease you through.”
Her lips parted, trembling. The sheet loosened slightly under her grip.
Stack smiled against her ear, proud. “Told you. You fold when the words sound right.”
Smoke’s hand slid higher, tracing her forearm, up to her shoulder, never pushing, just coaxing. “You warm all over,” he murmured. “Let me feel more.”
Raven shivered, but she didn’t pull back when his palm flattened over her collarbone, his thumb brushing her throat. Her breath came shallow, eyes glassy.
“That’s it,” Stack murmured, his hand stroking down her side. “Good girl. You lettin’ him in.”
Smoke leaned closer now, his breath warm across her cheek. “You trust him,” he said, nodding toward his twin. “Then you trust me. We gon’ take you slow.”
Her eyes fluttered shut again, a soft whimper breaking free.
Stack kissed her jaw, whispering filth that wrapped around her obedience. “Yeah, baby. Let it happen. You ours now.”
Stack’s lips brushed Raven’s ear one more time before he pulled back, his smirk lingering like a fingerprint. “Gon’ let you two get acquainted.”
Her head jerked toward him, panic flaring. “W-what?”
He kissed her cheek, slow, almost tender. “Relax, baby. I’m still right here.” His eyes flicked to Smoke, and something unspoken passed between them. Then he stood, peeling himself off the bed, and crossed to the same chair his brother had sat in before. He dropped into it easy, legs spread wide, grin sharp. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep watch.”
Raven’s chest heaved, the sheets clutched tight to her chest. She felt exposed, abandoned—and then Smoke’s shadow filled the gap where Stack had been.
He didn’t crowd her. Didn’t pin her down. His hand slid along the edge of the mattress first, like he was asking permission without words. His voice was low, gentle, pulling her eyes back to him.
“Look at me, Raven.”
Her lashes fluttered, wet with tears she hadn’t realized had fallen. She forced herself to meet his gaze.
“That’s it.” His hand came up slow, cupping her cheek. His palm was warm, steady, his thumb stroking just under her eye. “Ain’t nothin’ to be scared of. I’m here to feel you, not fight you.”
Her breath shuddered, the sheet trembling in her grip.
“You don’t gotta hide behind that,” Smoke murmured, nodding to the fabric bunched at her chest. His other hand brushed her wrist, loosening her hold until the sheet slipped just enough to bare her collarbone. “Pretty.”
Her lips parted, a small, broken sound escaping.
Behind them, Stack chuckled, the sound low and taunting. “Told you she soft. Tears and all, she lettin’ you in already.”
“Quiet,” Smoke said without looking back, his eyes locked on Raven’s. “This between me and her right now.”
Stack smirked from the chair but said nothing more.
Smoke’s thumb dragged across Raven’s bottom lip, slick from her nervous bite. “You shakin’ so bad.” His drawl softened, like honey poured slow. “But you ain’t pullin’ away.”
Her throat worked, voice thin. “…I don’t know what to do.”
“You ain’t gotta know.” He leaned closer, his forehead brushing hers. “Just breathe. Let me guide you.”
His hand left her cheek, sliding down her throat, across her shoulder, tracing the line of her arm. He laced his fingers with hers, his grip firm but not forceful. “See? Just us. Just my hand in yours.”
Raven blinked up at him, wide-eyed, her chest still heaving. But she didn’t pull away. Her trembling softened into something else—uncertainty still, but threaded with heat.
Smoke’s mouth curved, faint but real. “Good girl.”
Her breath caught, her whole body shivering at the words.
Smoke’s thumb lingered at Raven’s bottom lip, his eyes steady on hers. Her breath hitched, trembling, as his face dipped closer.
“You don’t have to be scared,” he whispered, his forehead brushing hers. “Just a kiss.”
Her lips parted, shaky. “Smoke…”
“Mm.” His mouth pressed against hers, slow, firm. He didn’t take—he offered, letting her feel the weight of it without the rush. His lips moved soft against her own, coaxing her to respond.
At first she froze, caught in disbelief. Then the warmth seeped in—the steady way he held her jaw, the way his thumb stroked slow at her cheek—and she found herself kissing him back. Gentle, hesitant, but real.
Behind them, Stack’s laugh rolled out low and pleased. “Look at you. Already feedin’ his mouth same way you fed mine.”
Raven gasped at the words, breaking the kiss, her eyes darting between them. Smoke only followed her retreat, his lips brushing her again, pulling her back under.
“Don’t think,” he murmured against her. “Just feel.”
Her whimper spilled into his mouth as he kissed her deeper now, his tongue sliding against hers, slow and wet. He swallowed the sound, groaning low like her taste was dragging him under.
When he finally pulled back, his breath was hot against her cheek. “Lay back for me.”
Her body obeyed before her mind caught up, sinking into the mattress, hair fanned across the sheets. Smoke’s hands followed, sliding down her sides, peeling the sheet from her grip until it slipped away completely. She lay bare beneath him, chest heaving, skin flushed.
“Pretty,” he whispered, his drawl slow and certain. “So damn pretty.”
He kissed down her throat, across her collarbone, dragging his mouth lower inch by inch. Each press was steady, reverent, until he was between her thighs.
Raven’s breath hitched, her legs twitching closed, but Smoke’s palms pressed them apart, firm but careful.
“Don’t hide from me.” His lips brushed her inner thigh. “Let me taste what my brother been braggin’ on.”
“Smoke—” Her voice cracked on his name.
“Shh.” His tongue flicked out, one slow lick across her slit. Her whole body jerked, a broken moan spilling free.
He groaned into her, the sound vibrating against her pussy. “Sweet. Just like I knew you’d be.”
Stack’s voice came from the chair, lazy and smug. “She loud, ain’t she?”
Smoke didn’t answer him. His mouth sealed over Raven’s clit, sucking gentle, his tongue teasing in slow circles. Raven cried out, her hands flying to his hair, tugging him closer without meaning to.
“Yeah,” Smoke breathed, licking deeper, savoring her. “That’s it. Give it to me.”
Her thighs trembled, her back arching off the sheets as his mouth worked her slow but relentless. Where Stack had edged her sharp and playful, Smoke consumed her like a devotion—steady, grounding, making her unravel piece by piece.
Her moans filled the room, high and broken, her voice a prayer she didn’t mean to say. “Please—please don’t stop—”
Smoke hummed against her clit, sucking harder, his hands anchoring her thighs wide.
From the chair, Stack’s chuckle cut through the wet sounds.
Raven’s tears slipped free, her body thrashing against Smoke’s mouth, every nerve lit with fire.
And Smoke—gentle, steady, sure—just kept eating her like he was born to do it.
Raven’s voice cracked, high and pleading, her thighs trembling where Smoke held them open. His mouth stayed locked to her clit, tongue working in tight, deliberate circles, sucking slow and deep. Each pull dragged a sharper sound out of her throat.
“Please—please, I can’t—” Her back arched off the bed, her hands fisted in his hair, trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time.
Smoke didn’t move, didn’t ease. His groan rumbled low against her pussy, vibrating through her clit, and her whole body jolted. He lifted his head just enough to speak, his mouth slick with her.
“You can. You will.” His drawl was calm, unshaken. “Open up and give it to me.”
Then he sealed his lips around her clit again, tongue flicking sharp, relentless now.
Raven screamed, her cry ripping into the dark, louder than before. Tears spilled hot down her temples, her body thrashing against his grip. He didn’t let her move, palms steady on her thighs, his mouth dragging her deeper, harder.
“Fuck,” Stack’s voice cut from the chair, thick with a grin. “That’s the sound. Loud, ain’t she, brother?”
Raven whimpered, shaking her head, shame twisting in her chest, but Smoke only hummed against her again, sucking harder until her shame shattered into raw pleasure.
Her orgasm tore through her without warning, her body convulsing, hips jerking up into his face. Her scream broke into sobs, her hands yanking at his hair, nails scraping his scalp as she shattered open.
Smoke groaned into her, drinking her down, not easing up even as she cried. “That’s it,” he murmured against her, his mouth never leaving her clit. “Let it out. All of it.”
Her thighs clamped around his head, trembling so hard she thought she’d break apart, but he just held her steady, coaxing every last drop out of her until she collapsed back into the mattress, limp, wet, undone.
When he finally lifted his face, his chin glistened with her, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip slow. His eyes found hers—dark, steady, soft in a way that unraveled her all over again.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” Smoke said, voice low, almost reverent.
From the chair, Stack laughed, leaning back, hands spread wide like he’d known this ending all along. “You just gotta know how to keep her open.”
Raven turned her face into the sheets, hiding her flushed skin, her body still shaking from the force of it.
But Smoke wasn’t done looking at her. And Stack sure as hell wasn’t done watching.
Raven lay sprawled across the sheets, chest heaving, sweat beading her skin. Her thighs still quivered, clit oversensitized from Smoke’s mouth. She tried to catch her breath, but Stack’s footsteps were already cutting across the floor.
“Move over, brother.” His voice came easy, but there was no mistaking the edge in it. “Time she remembered who she started with.”
Smoke eased back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving Raven. “She ready. Soft as she gon’ get.”
Stack slid back onto the bed, his weight pressing beside her, his hand smoothing down her damp thigh. “Mm. Look at you. Shakin’, wet, wide open.” His grin curved sharp as his hand cupped between her legs, fingers sliding through the mess of her release. “Still so fuckin’ wet for me.”
Raven whimpered, her body twitching under his touch.
“Don’t hide,” Stack murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, his drawl sinking low. “You mine. Always mine. He just warm you up for me.”
Her lips trembled, her voice thin. “Stack, I—I can’t—”
“You can. You will.” He kissed her hard, swallowing her broken sound as he shoved his jeans down. His dick pressed heavy against her thigh, hot and slick at the tip.
Smoke shifted up by her head, his palm stroking her cheek, grounding her in contrast. “Breathe,” he said softly. “You gon’ take it fine. He know how to fill you just right.”
Stack groaned as he pushed inside, sliding deep into her soaked heat. Raven gasped, arching, nails biting his back as he filled her.
“Fuck, yeah,” Stack hissed, his voice filthy and sweet all at once. “Tight little pussy still squeezin’ me like it ain’t had enough.”
Her cry split the room, and Smoke caught her jaw, steadying her face toward him. “Look at me,” he murmured. “Don’t drift. Stay with us.”
Her wide eyes locked on his, tears spilling as Stack set a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust dragging a broken moan from her throat.
“That’s it,” Stack groaned, his mouth at her ear. “Let it out. Let us both hear how good we fuckin’ you.”
Raven sobbed, her body caught between their voices—Stack pounding into her, Smoke’s steady hand stroking her cheek, his dark eyes anchoring her.
“You ours now,” Stack whispered, biting her neck. “Ain’t no turnin’ back.”
“Good girl,” Smoke added, his tone softer, coaxing. “You takin’ it perfect.”
Her moans rose louder, tangled with whimpers, her body caught between the push and pull of both brothers, the bed groaning under the weight of it.
Stack’s pace grew heavier, his hips smacking wet into Raven’s soaked pussy. Every thrust knocked broken sounds from her throat, but Smoke’s hand at her cheek steadied her, forcing her glassy eyes to stay open.
“You holdin’ him so tight,” Smoke murmured, thumb brushing her wet lips. “Cryin’ for it, but you ain’t lettin’ him go.”
Raven’s nails clawed at Stack’s back, her moans spilling ragged and loud.
Stack bent close, teeth scraping her jaw. “She’s ready,” he grunted.
Smoke’s eyes cut to him, then back to her. He kissed the tears off her cheek, slow, before murmuring, “Roll her.”
Stack hooked under Raven’s knee and shifted her onto her side. She whimpered, breath stuttering, but his mouth claimed hers, swallowing her broken sounds in a filthy kiss.
The mattress dipped with Smoke’s weight as he pressed in behind her. His chest pressed to her back, one arm circling her waist, caging her between them.
“You feelin’ him,” Smoke whispered at her neck. “Now you gon’ feel me too.”
Her moan cracked high when Stack lifted her thigh, spreading her wider. “Stay just like that, baby,” Stack groaned. “Open for us.”
Smoke’s slick head pressed at her ass, pushing slow. Raven cried out, voice trembling with pain-laced pleasure, her body jolting.
“Shh.” Smoke’s lips brushed her shoulder, his tone calm, coaxing. “Easy. Let me in.”
Her moans turned frantic, not words—just sharp, broken cries as his thickness stretched her open, inch by inch.
Stack’s mouth found hers again, kissing deep, filthy, while he ground deeper into her pussy. He broke just long enough to hiss, “Fuck—she’s splittin’ around us.”
Smoke groaned low, forehead pressed to her shoulder. “So damn tight. But she takin’ me.”
Raven wailed, her voice breaking on moans that shook with both ache and heat.
Stack grunted, his jaw tight. “She squeezin’ me harder ‘cause of you—shit—”
When Smoke bottomed out, Raven sobbed, her nails raking Stack’s skin, her body trembling with the brutal fullness.
“You got us both now,” Smoke whispered, pressing a kiss to her damp temple. “Every inch. You holdin’ us perfect.”
Then they moved.
Stack drove into her pussy while Smoke thrust into her ass, their pace jagged at first, then falling into a punishing rhythm. Raven’s cries filled the room—loud, broken moans, the sounds spilling raw from her throat as the bed shook under their weight.
“Listen to her,” Stack groaned, biting her throat. “She lovin’ it.” “Wrapped up tight around us,” Smoke muttered, his voice dark with awe. “Ain’t lettin’ go.”
Her orgasm hit sudden, violent, ripping a scream from her chest. Her body clamped down, pussy and ass clutching both brothers at once.
Stack’s groan ripped through the room. “Fuck—she’s wringin’ me dry.” Smoke’s breath stuttered, his thrusts grinding deep. “She’s got me locked—damn—”
Raven shattered, sobbing through it, every moan a mix of pain and unbearable pleasure, tears streaking her face as they drove into her harder.
“Take it,” Stack growled into her ear. “All of it.” Smoke kissed her damp cheek, his whisper steady. “Good girl.”
And Raven broke again, her body wrecked, her cries echoing in the dark as the twins split her wide open.
The bed shuddered under the weight of them, sweat-slick skin colliding in a rhythm that had gone past steady into brutal. Raven lay split between the twins, her body trembling, tears wetting her cheeks, every cry spilling ragged into the dark.
Stack’s thrusts hammered deep into her pussy, his jaw clenched, his teeth dragging her ear. “Fuck—pussy still clutchin’ me like you don’t wanna let go.”
Smoke’s hips ground slower but heavier behind her, his dick buried to the root in her ass, his breath hot against her neck. “She’s got both of us caged,” he muttered, voice fraying. “Tight as hell.”
Raven sobbed, her voice breaking into helpless moans. Each push dragged her higher, though she had nothing left—just raw nerves and wet, messy heat clamping down on them both.
Stack grunted, his rhythm stuttering. “Shit—I’m close. She milkin’ me dry.”
Smoke’s groan rumbled low, his thrusts grinding sharper now. “She gon’ take all of me too. Can’t hold out.”
Raven wailed, nails raking Stack’s back as her body convulsed again, another orgasm ripping through her even as she cried. Her pussy and ass clenched at once, squeezing both brothers until they cursed into her skin.
“Fuck—” Stack snarled, slamming deep, holding there as his release ripped through him. His hips jerked against her, filling her with hot, messy spurts. His voice pressed filthy at her ear. “That’s mine, Raven. My dick, my mess—yours forever.”
Smoke followed, his groan low and wrecked as he ground deep into her ass, his grip crushing her waist. His release poured into her, thick and relentless, his forehead pressed to her damp shoulder. His whisper was rough but steady. “And that’s mine. Every drop. You holdin’ me just right.”
The heat of them flooded her, spilling thick inside both holes until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Stack kissed her wet cheek, grinning against her tears. “Marked from both ends. Anybody touches you now, they gon’ smell us first.”
Smoke’s hand cupped her throat, not tight, just steady, his voice the final anchor. “Ain’t no shakin’ this. You belong to us.”
Raven collapsed between them, trembling, wrecked, her voice nothing but broken sobs. Her body twitched around their dicks, still stuffed full of their cum, the sheets damp beneath her.
And the brothers held her there, their releases dripping into her, their voices layered over her—dirty and reverent, claiming her twice over.
The room was thick with heat and the wet musk of sex, sheets ruined beneath them. Raven trembled, her voice broken down to tiny whimpers, her skin slick and shining under the low light. Both brothers still held her full, their releases dripping from her, but the brutal rhythm had finally stilled.
Stack eased back first, his dick sliding out wet, his hand brushing the sweat-damp hair from her face. He kissed her temple, smug and sweet. “You took every damn thing I gave you. Proud of you, baby.”
Her lashes fluttered, wet with tears, her body collapsing toward him like muscle memory. Stack grinned, ready to catch her—
—but Smoke moved first.
His arm snaked tighter around her waist, guiding her off Stack’s chest and into his own. His body was hotter, broader, his hold steadier. Raven stiffened, confusion flickering in her glassy eyes.
“…Smoke?” Her voice cracked, hoarse.
“Shh.” His drawl was softer than it had been all night, a low hum against her ear. “Just breathe. I got you.”
Raven’s heart hammered, but her body didn’t fight him. Instead, she sagged into his chest, her cheek pressed to the warm skin above his heart. His hand rubbed slow circles on her back, grounding, his breath steady where hers still shook.
Stack chuckled from the mattress, lazy and proud. “Look at you, runnin’ straight to him after I fucked you half to death.”
Her cheeks burned, her voice barely above a whisper. “…I didn’t—”
Smoke cut her off, his palm cupping the back of her head, pressing her closer. “Don’t listen to him. You did perfect. Don’t matter whose arms you land in—we both yours now.”
Raven’s eyes fluttered shut, the tension finally bleeding out of her. For the first time that night, she let herself melt into the hold of the twin she hadn’t known existed just hours ago.
And Smoke, quiet where his brother was loud, held her like he’d been waiting for this moment all along.
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