Crossed lines

Chapter 8

I guide my head back to the base of head and control her

Little pumps of her mouth and I’m not satisfied, I want more

I guide my hands and wrap them around her hair , we lock eyes and I look for any sign of discomfort

She nods , so I grab her hair in my hands and use it to f**k her face

Roughly

Bryce’s POV

Oh f**k

Bruce’s hands are in her hair , f*****g her face

My hands are inside her

Her juice is all over my hands

I want a taste of her nectar

I take my hands out and she wags her butt , looking for my hands

“Soo needy princess “ I say with a smirk

Bruce takes his d**k out of her mouth

“Please” she says in her tiny voice

“Please what ?” Brucd asks

“Please don’t stop”

I look over at Bruce and I know then and there that there’s no going back

“We’re not going to hold back Joan, you’re sure you want that ?” I state the obvious fact

“Yes Daddy “ she purrs

I nearly dive into her ,I love when she says daddy

“Buckle up princess “ I draw out

“We’ll take care of you don’t worry “ Bruce adds

And we go back to work

Bruce puts his d**k back inside her mouth, and I kneel

Lining her p***y to my face and I go in for a deep dive

I lap at her folds like a man who discovered water in the desert

I suck on her c**t and put one finger in

I hear her mewling around Bruce’s d**k and that tips me over the edge

I get up , take off my shoes and trousers

I lift her legs up , and make her stay on all fours

I hold my raging d**k in my hand , and I enter in p***y in one deep thrust

Fuck

I nearly come just from the warmth

I want to go gentle , I really do

But her p***y is soo warm , I go crazy

All I think about is filling her with my milk

And I slam into her , and I slam in again and again

I can’t stop , I keep slamming into her perfect warmth and she keeps moaning

I look over at Bruce and I know he’s ready for his turn

I pull out , so does he

He moves around to her back

Her little body is quavering

And still he sticks two fingers inside her while I watch

Fuck that’s hot

“You want more baby “ Bruce asks , still pumping his fingers inside her

“Yes daddy” she answers

“Good girl “ Bruce says

“Perfect girl” I agree

Bruce hold onto her waist like an handle bar and enters her soo fast

I hear her moan , I want to go back to her face and f**k her mouth but I want to hear her moans

I take a step back, my d**k still hard and watch transfixed

“You like that baby ?” Bruce draws out while pounding into her

“Yes daddy”

“You’re soo wet “

“For you daddy “

More pounding

“You’re such a slut for me and Bryce yes “

“Yes daddy “

He smacks her soo hard on the ass , and she moans some more

Oh our little girl loves it rough , I think in delight

Bruce is pounding and spanking her little ass soo much and she moaning even more

“Bryce Daddy” she calls out to me

“Yes baby “

“Daddy please I need you “

I want to sit and watch some more , but my d**k is aching soo bad for my little girl

I go over and and grab her hair soo hard

She looks up to me and Damnn , she wants this soo bad

“You’re such a horny little slut aren’t you princess” I ask her

“Yes daddy”

I put my d**k in her mouth and she starts sucking.

Joan’s POV

FUCK

Bruce is f*****g me soo hard

So hard

And Bryce huge d**k is in my mouth , going soo fast

I feel my release coming

I feel it in the edge and I’m moaning soo hard now

I feel Bruce palm on my ass again and again

I can’t stop creaming in his d**k

He spanks me and asks me dirty questions

“Do you like that baby “

“You’re gripping me soo hard baby “

“You can take it , you’re such a good slut for me and Bryce “

I can’t keep up and I’m coming and screaming both their names

I can’t stop shaking

Bruce doesn’t stop f*****g Me

And Bryce is going feral

His hand on my hair is tight , so I know he’s near

And Bruce is f*****g me and gripping my waist soo tight

I should feel tired but I dont

I want to satisfy them soo bad , so I put my all into it

I suck Bryce like my life depends on it and he’s grunting and grunting

So is Bruce

I feel both of stop at the same time

They’re coming

Ohh it feels soo good

But I’m weak now

I slump and Bryce catches my body and I hear his soothing voice before I pass out

Bryce’s POV

Fuck.

What the hell have we just done?

I look at Joan , who’s barely keeping her eyes open, and let out a slow breath.

She’s exhausted.

And honestly, I can’t blame her.

Bruce catches my eye from across the room, and for once, the i***t has nothing smart to say.

A miracle, really.

“Come on,” I mutter, reaching for a clean towel. “Let’s get her cleaned up.”

He nods.

Between us, we help her into the adjoining shower, keeping the water warm and our movements gentle. She’s too tired to do much beyond lean against us, and something about that makes my chest tighten in a way I don’t particularly appreciate.

“Careful,” I tell Bruce as he adjusts the towel around her.

“I know how to handle a towel,Bryce.”

“Then handle it properly.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Bossy bastard.”

I ignore him.

Joan mumbles something under her breath, and we both look down at her.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Bruce asks.

“Nothing,” she murmurs, her eyes still closed.

He smiles.

And I hate how easily she does that to him.

Because she’s doing it to me, too.

Once we’ve helped her finish cleaning up, we wrap her in a fresh towel and get her comfortable. Chase gathers her clothes while I lift her carefully into my arms.

She’s light.

Too light, considering how thoroughly she’s managed to turn my entire world upside down in a single afternoon.

Her head settles against my chest.

I look down at her face.

Perfect.

That’s the first word that comes to mind.

And it’s the last word I should be thinking.

I carry her into the adjoining bedroom, where Bruce has already pulled back the covers. We settle her onto the mattress, tuck the blanket around her, and make sure she’s comfortable.

She stirs when I brush a strand of hair away from her face.

“Bryce ?” she murmurs sleepily.

I freeze.

She remembers my name.

Of course she does. It’s not as if we’ve known each other for five minutes.

“I’m here,” I answer quietly.

She makes a small sound, then settles back into the pillow.

A few seconds later, her breathing evens out.

Bruce stands beside me, watching her.

Neither of us speaks until we’re outside the room and the door is closed behind us.

Then he exhales.

“She’s perfect.”

I stare at him.

For once, there’s no grin on his face. No teasing. No ridiculous comment waiting to ruin a perfectly serious moment.

Just honesty.

“Yeah,” I admit.

He glances at the closed door.

“Too perfect, actually.”

I lean back against the wall and close my eyes.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Start making this into something.”

He laughs once, without much humour.

“Bro, I’m not making anything into anything. I’m telling you what you already know.”

I open my eyes.

He looks at me.

“We’re f****d, aren’t we?”

I drag a hand over my face.

“Completely.”

Because the problem isn’t that we slept with her.

The problem is that, somewhere between her laughter, her smart mouth, and the way she looked at us like we were just two men she’d happened to meet, I started wanting more than I had any business wanting.

And Bruce ?

I know my brother well enough to recognise when he’s in trouble.

He’s in just as much trouble as I am.

“We need to stay away from her,” I say.

He doesn’t answer immediately.

Then he nods.

“Yeah. We do.”

I push away from the wall.

“I’m serious, Bruce . Whatever that was, it can’t happen again.”

“I’m not arguing with you.”

“Good.”

He looks at the door one last time.

“But you know what’s going to make this difficult, right?”

I already know I won’t like his answer.

“What?”

He looks at me.

“She isn’t the kind of girl you forget.”

I say nothing.

Because he’s right.

She’s too perfect.

Too easy to like.

And far too dangerous for either of us to want.

We walk away from the room without looking back.

At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Because even as I head down the hallway, all I can think about is the girl sleeping behind that closed door.

Joan .

And the fact that staying away from her might be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.