Torn: Between Two Brothers (Taboo MMF Menage Erotic Romance) (2 page)

To give him a little more to go by, she shook her hips, letting her cheeks bounce and jiggle against each other. Kyle was delighted by the sight, with all the innocence of a kid being given his favorite candy.

“OK, that should about do it, righ– wait, what're...”

She had seen Kyle start to move towards her, from the corner of her eye.

“I thought you said no–”

“Relax, relax, I'm not gonna touch your ass...”

The next thing he knew, she felt his fingers on her shoulders, which were left almost entirely bare by her dark yellow tank top.

She was acutely aware of the touch of a man on her naked flesh, given that her ass was totally exposed. A shiver ran through her whole body, so acute it almost hurt. She quickly pulled her shorts back up, and tried to turn around, but he held her, gently but firmly, and started to rub – thumbing the meat of the top of her back, and using his fingers to tug lightly, right above her collarbones.

“What... why are you...?”

“You've seemed tense this whole trip. Tried to loosen you up a little by teasing, but that didn't work... plus, I thought it wasn't fair to get such a great reward just for not being a dick to you. So I thought I'd pay you back with a nice, relaxing shoulder rub in exchange.”

“I... I think you really shouldn–
ooohhh
...”

He had put more force into it, getting at the deep tissues which had been tense and aching for so long... and she couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure and appreciation.

“What was that I shouldn't do?”

“N...
ah!
... n...nothing...”

“Cool.”

He went right back to it. After a minute or two, Anne felt herself truly relaxing into it, forgetting about her fears and trepidations towards him and everything else, unclenching everything she had kept so tightly wound for the last day, the last few weeks...

The tension slowly seeped from her, replaced by visceral, physical pleasure.

And then he moved his thumbs up to her neck.

“Ah... ah...
ah
!”

Pinpricks spread all over her scalp, and rushed down her body, all the way to her toes.

Her neck was her most sensitive spot – her sure-fire, fail-safe erogenous zone. There had been a hundred times she'd been on the brink of breaking up with Arnold... before he snuck a finger round the back of her neck, and she gave in to giving him another chance.

Kyle hadn't precisely known that before... but he knew it now.

He let her relax from her little convulsion, and then he went back to work on it. He drew his nails very slowly along her skin, and then wrapped the whole of her slim, white neck in his palm, squeezing and kneading.

“I... Kyle... oh, I...
oooohhh
... damn it, I–
aahh!
”

He moved in closer behind her, until one of his legs slid by hers. He leaned in, and asked:

“What is it, Annie? Do you want me to stop?”

His breath was tickling at her ear; his voice, low and husky, filled it.

After a lot of stuttering, and a few gasps, she managed a “...no.” So he leaned back to keep going.

The girl turned to putty in his hands.

A moment later, he heard her mumble something.

“What was that?”

mumblemumble

“Still couldn't hear you...”

Finally, in a barely audible whisper...

“I said... don't call me Annie...”

He couldn't hold back from laughing at that.

She turned around, glaring sullenly at him: her face flushed red, her eyes wet, her cheeks puffed out in a pout.

She was so overpoweringly adorable in that moment that, without even thinking, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck.

He pulled himself back a moment later, when he realized what he'd done, fully expecting her to elbow him in the face and storm off. He was already preparing his usual litany of apologies when he noticed that she hadn't reacted that way at all.

He craned his neck around speculatively, to get a look at her expression. He did not expect what he saw there.

Her mouth was hanging slightly open, and her tongue licked lightly at her lower lip. Her cheeks were flushed a new shade of rose, and her eyes... swam emptily, as if staring off into the distance, even though there was nothing but a cliff face in front of her.

“Oh boy... I've really gone and done it now...”

He moved his hand from her shoulder, and slid it down her arm. He saw her eyes drift shut, her mouth open into a wider O, and heard her breathe roughly out.

And that was about as much as he could take.

He slipped his arms around her and grabbed both of her breasts, clutching at them, squeezing his fingers into them, pulling her as tight as he could into his chest.

She let out a muffled scream, so full of lust that it pushed him even farther over the ledge he had just jumped off.

He pulled up her tank top over her breasts, and kept kneading furiously at them with one hand, while his other slipped into her shorts, and rubbed at the increasingly sodden folds of her vulva.

His mouth, meanwhile, found itself gnawing at her shoulder, which was already sensitive from the vigorous rubbing he'd started with – it sent her twitching with a sensory overload of pleasure.

Anne moaned, and struggled to take in shuddering breaths, and began a dozen times to tell him to stop... but she just couldn't get the words out of her mouth, no matter how much she told herself she should.

She felt him worrying at the buttons of his jeans. A moment later, she heard them slide to the floor. The next thing she new, there was a thick, long something rubbing rhythmically between her buttcheeks, over her shorts.

Holy shit
... she thought to herself.
This is really happening... Damn, if I don't stop this now...

“Kyle, I...”

It was at that moment that he slid his tongue between her shoulder blades, and up along her spine, to her neck. He licked at the little, downy hairs on it, before laying his whole mouth on one side of her neck, sucking at it.

Anne spread her legs, a little over shoulder-width apart.

He didn't even take off her shorts, just bunched them and her panties off to one side, exposing her dripping wet opening. He rubbed his head against it once or twice, just enough to wet the tip... before driving it into her, hard.

She let out all the air in her lungs in a guttural burst, and strained her eyes upwards, to the sliver of sky she could see from where she was pressed against the cliff face.

She had never been so filled in her life. Kyle was way bigger than Arnold had been... and he wasn't even fully in her yet. She discovered that when he pulled himself out a little... only to thrust back in, even deeper than he had been before.

Kyle had been
this
close to coming the second he went into her, so tight and inviting was her pussy, and so turned on was he by her moans, her scent, the feel of her hair against his cheek. He edged himself back from the precipice, though, and spread his legs to give himself better purchase.

And then he began to pump into her.

Anne felt him reposition himself, and arched herself back, propping herself up against the rock in front of her so he could take her more easily.

He started with a few slow thrusts, drawing a moan from her each time he bottomed out against her. His arms were wrapped around her midriff, pulling her strongly against him each time he pushed in.

Then he was picking up the pace, driving himself faster and faster into her. Every few strokes, he would draw out his cock almost to the tip, before slamming it back in one, smooth motion.

For a time, there was no sound in the forest except for their moans, and the wet slap of his waist against her ass.

His legs started to ache from the exertion, so he shifted his position a little, but the pace of his passion only increased.

From that new angle, though, he had released the beginnings of her orgasm.

She felt it build in her, block by block, until it reared up, ready to blot the heavens...

“Ahh... aghhhh.... I'm cumming!....”

With a flurry of desperate thrusts, Kyle drove himself towards the edge, until he felt himself about to drop off it.

He pulled out just in time, sending ropes of thick, white semen pulsing down her leg.

Anne let her face rest against the cold rock face, working to catch her breath.

She had been so close... mere seconds away. And then he had pulled out, and she felt, alongside the throbbing ache of satisfaction, a smoldering need nestle within her.

She slid down to her knees, unable to support her own weight. Kyle leaned his arms and head on the cliff face above her, covering her, still shaking from his rock-shattering orgasm. His cock softened gradually, nestled on her shoulder.

Anne rode out the wave of dizziness until she settled into a blissfully blank state of mind – not thinking about anything, not worrying about anything, for the first time since her breakup.

It was punctured by the sound of a familiar voice.

“
Guys
?
You there
? Ugh, where was the camp again...?”

She let out a panicked gasp.

“Noah!”

She pushed Kyle off, actually slapping his dick off her shoulder as she scrambled to her unsteady feet, and furiously set about trying to find something to clean herself up with.

“
Quick, get your pants back on
!”
she hissed at him.

Kyle seemed infinitely less motivated to pull them back on as he was to get them off, and just watched as she dabbed at his still-hot cum sliding down her calf and into her boot with a towel she disgustedly realized she would have to use for the rest of the hiking trip.

“Come
oooonnnn
... he'll be here in a second, once he's gotten dressed... You're only wearing fucking jeans, how could you be taking longer than he is?!”

Who cares if he sees this when he gets here
, Kyle wanted to say. But instead, he grudgingly got up, and pulled up his jeans along with him. As he was buttoning them back up, he pointed in Anne's direction, and said:

“Not that I mind or anything, but you're hardly one to talk, what with your breasts hanging out like you were putting them out to dry...”

With a jolt, Anne realized her tank top was still pulled up over her breasts.

Her face reddening, she jerked it back down.

“
You little
...” she threw the cum-stained towel at him, and then, realizing what it was, rushed to get it back before Noah could come back and find it.

“Now, now... I leave you guys alone for five minutes, and you're already fighting?”

“That was never five minutes, bro! In fact, you had us so bored waiting on you, we had to find
some
way to keep ourselves entertained...”