After That Night

Chapter 15 Siblings

Liam stayed buried inside her for a long moment, c**k still twitching as the last pulses of his orgasm faded. c*m was already leaking out around him in thick, white trails, running down the cleft of her ass and pooling on the table. He rolled his hips once, slow and filthy, pushing it deeper before he finally pulled out.

A heavy stream of his release followed, spilling from her open, well-f****d p***y. Liam watched it with dark eyes, then dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them back inside her, scooping his c*m deeper.

“Look at that,” he murmured. “Filled you up so good.”

He pumped his fingers in and out, the wet sound loud in the quiet room, before pulling them free and pressing them to Violet’s lips. She opened without being told. Liam slid them over her tongue, making her taste both of them—his c*m mixed with her own slick.

“Suck.”

She did. He watched her throat work around his fingers, then leaned in and kissed her hard, sharing the taste. When he broke away he was already hardening again, the head of his c**k glistening with fresh precum and the mess still dripping from her cunt.

He flipped her.

One strong hand on her hip spun her around so she was bent over the table, cheek pressed to the wood, ass up and presented. Liam kicked her feet wider, then used both thumbs to spread her open. Her p***y was swollen and shiny, c*m still leaking from her entrance in slow drips. He spat on it, watched the saliva mix with his load, then dragged the head of his c**k through the mess and shoved back in with one hard thrust.

Violet cried out.

Liam didn’t give her time to adjust. He f****d her from behind with deep, punishing strokes, hands locked on her hips so hard his fingers left white marks. Every thrust forced more of his earlier load out around his c**k, the wet, filthy sound of it filling the room. He reached around and found her c**t, rubbing it in tight, rough circles while he pounded into her.

“You’re going to take another load,” he growled against her ear. “And then I’m going to eat it out of you again.”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and clenching. Before she could protest he dropped to a crouch behind her, spread her cheeks wide, and buried his face between them. His tongue pushed into her used hole, licking deep, sucking the mixture of their c*m straight from her cunt. He f****d her with his tongue, messy and loud, then moved higher and dragged the flat of it over her asshole, circling, pressing, tasting her there too.

Violet’s moan broke into a whimper.

Liam stood again, c**k rigid and dripping, and pushed back into her p***y without warning. He f****d her hard and deep, one hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to slap her c**t in time with his thrusts. The table rocked. Violet’s voice was raw now, every moan punched out of her by the force of his hips.

When she came it was violent—her whole body locking up, p***y clamping down so tight Liam had to fight to keep moving. He didn’t stop. He f****d her through the orgasm and past it, chasing his own, until his rhythm broke and he slammed in to the root with a guttural groan.

He came hard.

Thick, hot ropes flooded her already, full cunt, so much that it immediately started leaking out around his c**k in heavy pulses. Liam stayed buried, grinding deep, forcing every drop inside her while his free hand kept rubbing her oversensitive c**t, dragging another smaller, shuddering orgasm out of her as he filled her.

Only when he was completely spent did he pull out.

Cum poured from her open p***y in a thick, continuous stream, running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. Liam watched it for a moment, breathing hard, then dropped to his knees again. He spread her open with both hands and licked her clean, long, thorough strokes that collected every drop of his second load and pushed some of it back inside with his tongue. He sucked on her swollen c**t, f****d her with two fingers while he ate her, and only stopped when she was shaking and trying to crawl forward across the table.

He stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked down at the wrecked, c*m-soaked girl bent over in front of him.

“Still not done with you,” he said, voice rough.

“Turn over. I want to see your face while I f**k another one into you.”

Liam scooped her up without a word.

One arm under her knees, the other around her back, he carried her out of the dining room and down the short hall. Violet’s head rested against his shoulder, body still trembling, c*m still slowly leaking down her inner thighs with every step. He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot and laid her on the bed.

The sheets were cool against her overheated skin.

He stripped the rest of his clothes off, then climbed up after her, settling between her thighs one last time. There was no urgency left in him now, just a slow, deep push as he sank back into her. Violet’s eyes fluttered shut. She was so full of him already, so thoroughly used, that the slide of his c**k felt almost gentle this time.

Liam f****d her like that for a long while: unhurried, thorough strokes that never quite left her empty. He kissed her the whole time, soft, open-mouthed kisses that tasted of both of them. One hand stroked her hair back from her face; the other stayed locked under her knee, holding her open so he could stay buried deep.

When he came it was quiet.

Just a low groan against her mouth and the warm pulse of him filling her a final time. He stayed inside her afterward, softening slowly, still kissing her temple, her cheek, the corner of her lips.

Eventually he slipped free and rolled onto his side, pulling her with him. Violet curled into his chest without being asked. His arm settled heavily around her waist, hand splayed over the small of her back. Their legs tangled. The mess between her thighs cooled against the sheets, but neither of them moved to clean it up.

Liam’s breathing evened out first.

Violet listened to the steady thump of his heart under her ear, the last of the adrenaline finally draining from her body. Her eyes grew heavy. She pressed one last soft kiss to his collarbone, then let them close.

Within minutes they were both asleep, tangled together in the middle of the bed, skin still sticky, bodies still warm from everything they’d done.