Badd Motherf*cker: Badd Brothers (24 page)

He let out a ragged breath, and then tightened the pressure of his grip on my hair, pulling me back with it. He drove his cock into me on a growl, and his palm smacked against my ass, setting it to stinging and quivering. “You’re saying you want it rough?”

“Exactly what I’m saying,” I gasped, breathless from the sting and the bliss of his touch.

 
He fucked me, then. Hard. Roughly. He drove into me hard and fast, his cock pounding my pussy mercilessly, skin slapping skin, our voices tangling in grunts and curses. Occasionally he’d slap my ass with his hand, but mostly…he just fucked.

And god, it was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt.
 

Because I’d glance back over my shoulder and his eyes would be blazing, raking over me, his body moving in perfect synch with mine, giving me exactly what I wanted, what I needed, what I’d never known I needed.
 

“Fuck, Dru. You feel so fuckin’ amazing.” He gripped both of my hips and jerked me hard back into him, thrusting forward to drive himself deep. “You’re so beautiful, Dru. Need to feel you come around my cock, need to watch you come apart for me.”
 

I slipped one hand between my thighs and tweaked my clit, and that was all it took, one little touch to set me on fire, the pounding beauty of his cock inside me and his words and his power, and then the light circling touch of my fingers against my clit—

“Sebastian! I’m coming, god—I’m coming!” I gasped.

“Fuck—I feel it, babe. I feel your cunt squeezing me…”
 

I clamped down even harder, shaking, trembling, torn apart by the orgasm. The fire of the climax was intensified by his wild thrusting, the unbridled lust of his driving cock.
 

“Fuck, babe. I don’t ever want it to stop, but I can’t hold out any longer. I gotta come, Dru.”
 

That tickled something in my head, but I was so caught up in my own orgasm that I didn’t pause to think about it. I just thrashed against him, gripping the sheets in my fists and slamming my ass back into his, taking his pistoning cock with breathless shrieks and gasps, and whispered curses, and his name repeated again and again—

“Sebastian, Sebastian, god yes, Sebastian!”

Then I felt his thrusts falter, and the thing that had been percolating in my head popped free.

“Shit! Don’t come inside me, Sebastian!”
 

He growled. “Fuck—”
 

I felt him tense, and then he pulled out and I felt his fist moving.
 

I rolled over onto my back and he straddled my hips. I brushed his hand away, took his thick slick throbbing cock in my hands and smeared our essences all over his shaft, and then, on impulse, cupped his firm ass to guide him forward. He moved closer, his eyes on mine, wild, feral, desperate, jaw clenched as he teetered on the brink of orgasm.
 

I lay beneath him and took him into my mouth, tasted my own essence and his combined, tastes tangling, smoke and musk and tang and salt.

“I can’t—fuck—Dru,
Dru
…I have to come, I can’t fuckin’ stop it this time,” he said, his voice ragged.

I just moaned and fisted his length and cupped his balls, slid my finger along his taint and massaged the sensitive nerves there, fucked him with my mouth until his fist buried in my hair and he started pulling me against himself.

 
“Mmmmmm—” I moaned, and his eyes flicked down to mine. I let go of his shaft and cupped his ass, opened my throat, and then he understood what I wasn’t saying.

He growled, tangled both of his hands into my hair and let himself go, let himself fuck my throat knowing I could take it, knowing I wanted it. And I did. I
did
. All I wanted then was to see him lose it, to feel him let go, to know he’d found what he needed in me. To give him the most pleasure I could.
 

He grunted, and his hips drove, and I tasted us, felt his girth between my lips and his length against my tongue.
 

“Fuck—I’m coming, Jesus…holy shit—Dru, god…Dru!”
 

I took over as he tensed on the thrust, backing away so his head was in my mouth. I sucked and hummed and flicked him with my tongue and tasted musk and felt his grip in my hair go painfully tight, and then he spurted and I swallowed; he groaned long and low as he came and came and came, his come salty and almost sweet and tangy and thick and warm in my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, and still he came. And then finally he was done and I took him deep down my throat again until he shuddered and pulled away, collapsing onto his back.
 

After a few minutes of gasping silence, as we both caught our breath, he curled me into his arms and held me against his chest. “You’re not on the pill?”

I shook my head against him. “Not on any kind of birth control. It messes with my hormones too much. Makes me all bloated and I gain weight. So no, no birth control for me other than condoms.” I leaned up and kissed his jaw. “Sorry about that.”
 

He brushed his thumb against my cheek. “Just glad you caught me before it was too late. I’m sorry, Dru. I didn’t even stop to think about that.” He sounded chagrined, thunking his forehead with his fist. “God, I’m such a fuckin’ asshole.”
 

“It’s
fine
, Sebastian.” I caught his hand and kissed his knuckles. “It’s on me too. You’re not an asshole.”

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “You did sorta push my buttons on purpose.”

I laughed, nuzzling his neck. “No regrets. Just can’t forget the condom next time.”

He played with my hair, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. “You make me crazy like that, I can’t be held accountable for how I react. Poke a bear, you’re gonna get bit, sweet thing.”
 

“I’ll remember that,” I murmured.

“Good. You better. ’Cause honey, you want wild, you’re gonna get wild.”

I reached down and toyed with his penis. “I think I proved fairly well that I can handle all the wild beast you’ve got.”
 

He hardened in my hand, watching with glinting, hungry eyes as I fondled him to erection. “Think you fairly well did.” He grabbed my hips and threw me on top of him. “But I think you might need to do a little more proving.”

I reached over and took a condom from the drawer, ripped it open and rolled it onto him. “I think I might be know a few more tricks.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

I spun around to face his feet, slipped him inside me. “Better grab onto something, Sebastian. I’m about to rock your world.”
 

“You just did, I thought,” he said, taking hold of my ass.
 

I watched him over my shoulder as I rode him reverse cowgirl, starting slow. “That was just an appetizer.”

“Then I can’t fuckin’ wait for the main course.”

“It starts with a little something like this…” I swiveled my hips in wide, slow circles.
 

“Ho-
ly
shit—”

14

Sebastian

It’d be a damn dirty lie if I said Dru and I didn’t spend the rest of the day fucking. And, sweet Jesus, the woman was absolutely
insatiable
. We fucked and we fucked and we fucked, and she’d be all over me for more as soon as my cock was ready, and Dru Connolly was so goddamn gorgeous I was always hard within ten or twenty minutes.
 

Finally, she passed out. We’d gone into my room at somewhere around one in the afternoon, and it was eight at night before she fell asleep in my bed, my flannel sheet draped low over her sweet round, juicy ass, the rest of her bare and so beautiful my breath caught just looking at her. When I knew she was asleep, I tugged on a pair of workout shorts and left my room. My brothers were all clustered in the living room around the TV, playing a video game.

But as I stood there and thought about it, a few things were different.
 

There was a new TV mounted on the wall, and it was HUGE. Like, sixty inches at least, probably closer to seventy—the old one was nearly four years old and less than fifty inches. The TV was goddamned enormous, but it was barely two or three inches thick, and it had a slight curve to it, and the picture was so crazy crystal clear it made my head spin. Also, a few hours ago I didn’t possess a video game system, but I did now.
 

The game they were playing had the screen split into four quadrants, each showing something different. It was a shooter of some kind, but that was all I really knew. I’d never had time for video games growing up, although the twins and Lucian were addicted to them, and even Xavier to a lesser extent.
 

I stood in the hallway watching. Canaan and Corin had shown up apparently, so now the living room was a howling den of cacophony. Baxter, Zane, and Xavier were squished together on the couch with controllers in their hands. Canaan and Corin were standing behind them, and Cane had a controller in his hands while Cor stood beside him, shoving him and shouting directions: “NO, you fuckin’ idiot, over there—
NO
, the other direction, yes, right there, now go down that hallway—”

Xavier was his usual quiet intense self, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, rocking slightly back and forth as he navigated the fantasy world of the game—HALO, it looked like, probably the newest version, but what did I know? Zane and Baxter were both shouting too, elbowing each other, cursing each other out, roughhousing even as they played. Brock was sitting in the easy chair, a beer in his hand, watching the game, a content smile on his face.
 

Then Brock saw me. “At last the wild creature emerges from his lair!” he said in a drawling, over-the-top Australian accent.

Which stopped the game as six pairs of eyes turned on me. Canaan and Corin both moved at the same time, in that freaky instinctive synchronization they had. They dropped their controllers and came over to fling their arms around me and crush me in bear hugs.
 

“BAST!” they shouted in unison.
 

Canaan and Corin looked the part of the rock stars they truly were. They had my height, both of them standing near six-three, but they carried it razor-thin and lean. Canaan wore his hair long and loose and messy, and it was constantly falling into his eyes, and he had the beginnings of a beard going. Corin was the edgier of the two, sporting a severe undercut with the top left long and brushed back over his scalp, the ends dyed virulent neon blue. They both had full-sleeve tattoos started, blank spaces showing where future tats were going to go, and they were both dressed in tight jeans that sagged around their waists with holes in the knees and thighs, faded graphic print T-shirts and Sharpie-decorated Converse All-Stars to complete their looks. Individual styles that still somehow managed to almost-but-not-quite match, enough individuality that you wouldn’t ever mistake one twin for the other.
 

They’d played that game for a while, though, dressing alike and looking alike so you never knew which twin you were talking to. They used to fuck with the audience at shows, too, one of them playing lead guitar and lead vocals and the other doing bass and backing vocals, and then during a lighting change they’d switch guitars and mics. They even made a funny little gimmick out of it, tossing guitars back and forth while harmonizing, so you never knew which one was which. The label had cut that out of their act real fast, though. Which, in retrospect, had been for the best, as it had forced each of them to find their own niche as musicians, forcing them be more serious about the music rather than just showing off.

“Thought you’d never come out,” Canaan said.

“She must be really something to keep you in there for seven fuckin’ hours,” Corin said.

“Or, rather, for seven hours of fucking,” Canaan said, grinning.

I turned the bear hugs into headlocks on both of them. “Keep a respectful tongue in your damn heads or I’ll rip ’em off, you little punk bastards.” I punctuated this by squeezing until both of them started struggling and squawking.

“FINE! LEMME GO!” This was Corin, the more vocal of the two.

I released the headlocks then, but didn’t let them go entirely. I spun them to face me. “Serious, guys. No bullshit about her. Got it?”

Canaan eyed me curiously. “Who are you and what’d you do with my real brother?”

I shoved him hard enough that he hit the back of the couch and toppled over. “It’s really me, dumbass. I just found a girl I really like. Don’t make big deal out of it.”
     

“It kind of
is
a big deal, though, isn’t it?” Xavier asked. “Didn’t I hear you once say love was for pussies who couldn’t haul down ass like a real man?”

I sighed. “Yeah, I think I did say something like that. But first, I was drunk when I said it, second, that was before I met Dru, and third, I was kind of an asshole back then.”

Xavier’s lips quirked. “That was less than a year ago.”
 

“A lot can change in a year, kiddo.”
 

Baxter laughed. “A lot can change in a single day, I think.”

“Truth,” I said, and then had a realization hit me. “Wait. If I’m here, and all of you are here, who’s working the bar?”

Zane answered. “The committee decided to close the bar for a day. We’ve all spent the last several days traveling, and you were…otherwise indisposed.”

Corin raised his hand. “Plus, minor point here…none of us know what the fuck we’re doing down there.”
 

“Who’s the committee?” I asked.

Zane waved at the room at large. “All of us.”

“And I’m not part of the committee?”
 

Zane laughed. “Well, you are now, I guess. But when we made the decision you were balls deep in the missus, so you missed out.”

I growled. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth, asshole.”
 

He raised his hands palms out and shot me a look that said he was having as much trouble recognizing this new protective version of me as the twins were. “A joke, man, it was a joke. Relax. I’m the last one here that’ll talk shit about that chick, seeing as my balls still ache from her foot.”