Breached [The Masters Series 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 8

  “Stop trying to analyze everything and eat,” Quinton whispered in her ear, startling her.

  “I just don’t understand any of this. I feel as if I am making all these mistakes, and I’m am afraid of what kind of punishment you are going to dish out.”

  “Andrea, you are doing everything right. Don’t think we are displeased with you in anyway,” Justice said taking her hand. “You are perfect, just as you are.”

  “Then why are you trying to make me do things that are uncomfortable?” she asked looking at him.

  “Are we? You could have stopped us before we left the apartment, if you felt that strongly about the outfit, but you said nothing. As we said in the beginning, you are the one with all the power. We are nothing without you.”

  “That’s what I don’t understand. You say I have all this power, but when I speak up, Mr. Grumpy gets all angry at me and then I feel like a child being punished.”

  “It’s how you spoke, Andrea. In BDSM, there is a level of respect and courtesy. Would you talk to your boss like you did Quinton?”

  “No, she would fire my ass.”

  “Exactly, there is a way to communicate with respect and courtesy and get your point across, without being aggressive and belligerent. How you spoke to Quinton was rude and disrespectful and he called you on it. You are a very smart woman, Andrea, and as such, use that knowledge when speaking. You will find it works better than being crass.”

  “So, if I was to say, ‘Quinton, as much as I enjoy sitting on your lap, I would prefer to sit at the table in my own chair and feed myself,’ he wouldn’t get angry and tell me no?” And just like that, Quinton gently helped her to stand, giving her the chair he was sitting in. She watched as he walked over to the glass doors and walked out, leaving her alone with Justice.

  “I didn’t mean he had to leave!” she said worried that she upset him.

  “Oh, he’s coming back. He just went to get another chair.” Justice smiled, taking a bite of his eggs.

  “But he didn’t say anything. He just left,” she said looking at the glass doors, willing them to open. Somehow, she felt as if she’d hurt his feelings, and that was not her intention. She just preferred to feed herself and sit in her own chair, like an adult.

  “Don’t worry about Quinton. He prefers his moody state. Seriously, Andrea, ignore him. I do.”

  Nevertheless, Andrea could not. She knew she had hurt his feelings, and she felt terrible about that. She needed to find a way to make it up to him. There was something about the tall quiet man, which pulled her to him. She liked him, a lot more than she was willing to admit.

  She watched as he returned with a chair. He placed it next to his brother, away from her. They were now divided, them against her. She did not like how it made her feel.

  Testing her newfound information, she cleared her throat and asked, “May I please get up, Master Justice?”

  “Yes,” Justice said, looking at her. Slowly getting up, she walked over to Quinton, who sat looking at her. Kneeling before him, she whispered, “I’m sorry if I upset you. Please don’t be angry with me.”

  He didn’t respond. He just sat there looking at her, with his soft blue eyes. She remembered that growing up her Sunday school teacher once told her that the eyes were the window to the soul, and looking into Quinton’s depths, she knew her teacher was right.

  There was a longing, a deep sadness hidden in those blue depths that she ached to heal. She wondered who had hurt him, who had caused the deep sadness that he tried to hide from the world. Reaching up, she gently touched his face, and was shocked when he grabbed her hand and pulled it away from him. His grip was firm, but he was not hurting her. She tried to pull her hand free but he would not let go. She quickly looked at Justice, who stopped eating and stared at the two of them.

  Oh God, did I just make another mistake?

  Before she could answer that question, Quinton pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

  His mouth moved tenderly against her, causing her heart to beat furiously against her chest. She knew he had to feel it, and deepened the kiss. He was taking control of her body, and she was willingly letting him. His full soft lips moved over hers, nipping and sucking, as he explored her mouth. She had thought she had been kissed before, but like so many things, she was wrong. Sighing, she melted into him, as his hold on her tightened. His hands never strayed from her back, but his mouth, his tastefully artistic mouth, heightened her awareness of him. His tongue delved deep, taking the very air from her body, and when he came up for air, she was gasping.

  “Want you.” She heard him growl against her neck as he trailed kisses along the path to her shoulder. Her pussy instantly clenched, releasing a gush of moisture between her legs. After last night and this morning, she thought she would never be able to come again, but two words from Quinton, and she was.

  “Oh God yes,” she moaned, tilting her neck back, giving him better access.

  She was not fully aware, nor did she care, letting go of everything as she felt what he was doing to her body. He was a true Master, playing her body, fueling her desire, and she wanted him. She craved more, needed more, and begged him for more. She vaguely heard the shattering of plates and glass, and before she turned to see what it was, Quinton lifted her easily and splayed her out on the table, where moments before they had been eating breakfast.

  She smiled and reached out her arms to him, and when he grinned back, she felt as if she could fly.

  “I want you, Andrea. Tell me to stop and I will,” he softly said, as he continued kissing her neck. Her body was on fire. She needed this, needed to feel them between her legs. She needed to know that there was more to them than just orders and rules. She needed to know they were human, and had hearts.

  “Oh God yes, fuck me!” she moaned loudly as Quinton’s hand slowly trailed up between her legs, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

  “Fuck me, Master,” Quinton whispered, ripping the bra from her body, freeing her aching breasts. Instantly both men latched on to each nipple, sucking hard, nipping, and biting.

  “Oh yes! Fuck me, Master, fuck me hard!”

  She felt them remove her skirt and she looked on as each one took a boot, slowly unzipping it and removing it from her foot. Panting, she ached for one of them to touch her, to lick her, to suck her pussy. Leaning up on her elbows, she watched as Justice pulled a chair up between her spread legs, as Quinton stepped to her side. Before she could ask what they were doing, Justice grinned. “Time to finish my breakfast.”

  Andrea gasped as she felt his fingers spread her pussy lips, as his tongue licked and teased her clit.

  “That reminds me, when we’re done with breakfast, we need to take her over to Slap and Tickle, to get waxed,” Quinton said, as he lowered his mouth once again to hers.

  “You are going to look amazing, Andrea,” Justice said lifting his head. “And this little delectable pussy is going to taste so different next time when I do this.” As the words left his mouth, Andrea screamed, when she felt him suck her clit between his lips, as his tongue laved it, stroking it vigorously.

  Quinton leaned down and brought his lips to hers, and oh so tenderly kissed her, a kiss so gentle that she could barely feel it, until his tongue began to search for hers. She had never been kissed so tenderly, so lightly, so lovingly, it unmanned her.

  Quinton removed his hand from her face, and slid it around her back, to pull her closer to him, while he gently pushed his other arm under her neck, cradling her head in the crook of his arm. His free hand now slipped down to her breasts, his fingertips barely grazing her nipple as he cupped her breast. He held it in his hand as if weighing it like a ripe cantaloupe. Then he pinched her already hardened nipple, hard enough that it sent a current of electricity straight down her body, from her breast all the way to her pussy.

  Her breasts had always been very sensitive and she adored it when they were the objects of loving attention, but Quinton just knew what she needed. She could almos
t come with them being played with. With his lips touching hers, and when she felt that jolt from him pinching her nipple, she moaned loudly into his mouth, and before she could stop herself, she came.

  “Oh, brother, she liked that. Looks like her titties are extremely sensitive,” Justice said before he went back to sucking her pussy. Moaning once more, Andrea could not stem the assault these two men were having on her body. Giving herself over to them, she let them lead her down a path of sex, lust, and desire.

  * * * *

  Justice loved to see her reaction to his touches and movements just as much as his brother did, but there was something about the way Andrea responded not only to Quinton but to him as well. She turned him on and stoked his flame like no other before.

  “Oh God, you’re driving me crazy. Fuck me!” She panted.

  “But I am enjoying breakfast,” he replied with a wicked smile.

  Justice returned to kissing her body, his hungry lips kissing and caressing all the way down her ample belly until he reached her triangle of red curls. He kissed her where her legs met her torso. It was such a sensitive area, ticklish and sexual at the same time, and an area usually neglected, but not this time. He ran his tongue up and down that crease, first on one side then the other, tracing the outline of her pretty pussy, but careful not to touch her sex. She could barely control herself, thrashing and tossing her head from side to side, her long hair becoming a tangled mess. He knew she was losing control, and when she reached down and grabbed his head, lifting it away from her body, she ordered, “Fuck me now damn it!”

  Justice wanted to laugh. So impatient, so demanding, only he was eager to obey. Standing, he unzipped his pants freeing his massive cock. Holding it in one hand, he quickly covered himself with a condom, spread her legs apart, and tapped her clit with his cock’s bulbous head. He knew he could not just stick his cock in her and fuck her as wildly as he wanted too. His cock was too big, and would hurt her. That was one of the problems he and his brother had had in the past, their curse as Quinton liked to call it. The Hightower men were cursed with enormous cocks. He had to go slow. He needed to make sure her pussy was wet and very lubricated before he could even think about sticking it into her.

  Positioning his hard log at the entrance to her dripping wet pussy, he pushed in enough to let the head slide in and then pulled out again. She groaned in agony.

  “Gotta do this nice and slow, baby,” he said, entering her once more, but only a little farther than before. Her writhing on the table only made it harder for him. He watched as Quinton, tried to keep her mind off what he was doing, but nothing his brother seemed to do could take Andrea’s mind off the fact that there was a cock positioned at her pussy.

  “Oh please, just fuck me! I’m not made of glass,” she cried as Quinton kissed and pinched her nipples.

  Taking a deep breath, Justice once more slid his manhood inside her. This time he got about halfway in. He just held it there for a moment, letting her body adjust to his size. Never in all of his years of sex had he ever been able to fully seat himself in a woman, not for lack of trying on his part, it was just that women were generally not built to accommodate men of his size and girth.

  He could feel her tight walls clamping down around him, trying to suck him in further. Her pussy was hot, extremely hot, like wrapping burning coals around him, enveloping him in her heat. God, help him. If she got any hotter, he would not be able to stop. As it was right now, he was doing everything he could to control himself from pushing in further. He imagined the feel of her skin against his, and wanted nothing more than to fuck her into oblivion, shooting his cum deep into her womb, but he was not ready to do that. She was not theirs to claim.

  For the first time since meeting her, he agreed with his brother, he wanted her to be theirs. He started to hope.

  Gently easing his cock back out of her, he removed the condom and placed his full length along her fully engorged lips needing to feel skin on skin as he slid himself up and down her slit, coating himself with her fast-flowing creamy juices. He could feel her clit growing larger and harder as he moved his cock back and forth. He watched as her breathing became rapid and he knew she was about to burst. He continued sliding up and down against her clit until he felt her start to come. He pulled his cock away, moved down a bit, and covered her pulsating pussy with his mouth, forcing his tongue between its spasming walls and greedily licking up all her juices. When he finished drinking every drop, he lifted himself up, watched as his brother stepped back, and kissed her so very tenderly, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue.

  He felt when she took his cock in her hand and began stroking him, only to stop.

  Justice knew this would be the defining moment. Either she would accept him and his brother with their enormous appendages or she would put a stop to everything.

  Lifting his head, he stood, with his cock in her hand. He watched as her eyes got bigger and bigger, as she realized the size of him. When Quinton stood next to him, his pants removed, with his cock in his hand, Justice quietly watched as she sat up, and looked down.

  Her gasp was the only audible sound. Yet she never stopped stroking him. When she reached over and touched Quinton’s cock, Justice about came on the spot, as she licked her lips.

  “Oh my.”

  “You can stop if you want to. We will understand,” Quinton quietly said, and Justice wanted to punch him. Her little hand was wreaking havoc on his shaft and he did not want her to stop.

  “I’ve never seen one so big, let alone two,” she said, inspecting them, as she now had both cocks in her hands, stroking them. When her little hand reached under his cock and grabbed his balls, Justice groaned.

  “Andrea, you’re killing me here.”

  “You both have inspected me, may I inspect you?” she asked, never taking her eyes off their cocks. Her simple request unmanned him. None of the submissives or women he had ever been with had asked to inspect him. The brave ones just wanted to fuck, but the others left, without looking back.

  Unable to trust his voice, Justice nodded, and watched as she slipped from the table and knelt before them, her mouth just mere inches from their cocks. He heard Quinton’s breath hitch, as he did the same. They both watched avidly as she stroked, touched, and looked at every inch of their cocks. When her dainty hands moved to their balls, Justice could not help himself and his cock jumped, as pre-cum leaked from his bulbous head.

  “I knew when I met you both that you were big men, but I never in my wildest dreams expected this. I must say, I am a little scared, but I also find myself very intrigued. I have never been with anyone this size before, and I am not sure I can take you both, but I am willing to try. That is, if you still want to,” she said, smiling up at them.

  The look in her sea-blue eyes, so full of wonder and excitement, touched something deep with him, and Justice grinned, turning to look at his brother. With a simple nod, he was in full agreement with Quinton. They had six days left with this woman, and during that time, they would figure out a way to keep her.

  His thoughts fled the moment he felt his cock enter a moist heat. “Oh fuck.” He growled, looking down as he watched her lips slide over the head of his cock.

  She ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft from his balls all the way to the tip, and then took his whole cock, every ten inches of it, into her mouth.

  “Holy fuck!” Justice roared, grabbing her head, as she swallowed. Justice felt the tip of her nose burrow in his pubic hairs, as she held his cock deep within her mouth. He moaned when he felt her reach up, grab his ass cheeks in her hands, and with just a little pressure, she let him know she wanted him to fuck her mouth.

  He was only too happy to give her what she wanted.

  Stroking slowly at first, Justice worked his way into a slow rhythm. Her soft moans vibrated right to the core of his shaft, making him harder. Her enticingly little tongue wrapped around him as she bobbed her head up and down, and on every third stroke, she took him
once again to the back of her throat. It was the rhythm she set that drove him crazy as he began to pump faster and faster. He felt his orgasm approaching. “Andrea, stop, I’m going to come.” But her grip on his ass tightened. Her mouth clamped around him hard, and she sucked, hollowing out her cheeks, as she picked up speed. Justice couldn’t do anything. He held on to her head, letting her take control. With one last thrust of his hips, she swallowed his cock as he shot jet after jet of cum down her tight throat.

  “Son of a bitch!” he shouted, as he emptied himself into her mouth.

  When the last drop shot from his head, he eased his shaft out of her mouth, gaping at her. He watched as she smiled up at him and gently wiped her bottom lip with a finger.

  “Jesus H. Christ, woman! Don’t you have a gag reflex?”

  “No, you should see what I can do with a banana,” she replied with a shy smile, and her face heated.

  “Come here,” Quinton ordered and Justice stepped back still breathing hard, his cock still semihard. He watched as Andrea got to her feet and went to his brother.

  Quinton grabbed a chair and sat, his cock springing up between his legs like a flagpole, his balls hanging heavily between his thighs. Justice watched as Andrea licked her lips once more as she sauntered over to him, her ass jiggling, as she did so.

  “I am smaller than Justice, not by much.”

  “I’m not worried.”

  “Well, I am. Just because you can take a cock in the mouth doesn’t mean your pussy can. I don’t want to hurt you, neither of us does.”