DIRTY ADDICTION:Short Filthy Stories

SNOWBOUND WITH THE TWINS 9

Chapter 9

Noah’s POV

“f**k, you two are really trying to ruin me tonight, aren’t you?” I breathed out, my voice already catching as Ryker and Rowan dragged me over to the big sectional couch in front of the still-roaring fireplace.

The flames crackled loud, throwing warm orange light all over their bare chests and arms, making their skin look like it was glowing.

My legs felt shaky from everything we’d already done earlier, but the second my back hit the soft cushions, they were on me.

Ryker climbed on one side, Rowan on the other, their hands rough and sure as they yanked my shirt up and over my head. Rowan tossed it somewhere behind the couch.

Ryker grinned, eyes dark with that hungry look I was starting to crave. “Ruin you? Baby, we’re just getting started. Look how hard you already are for us again. You love when we double-team you like this.”

Rowan didn’t waste time talking. He grabbed my jaw, turned my face toward him, and sank his teeth into the side of my neck, sucking hard right away.

The sharp bite made me jerk and moan, my hand flying up to grip his shoulder.

“s**t—Rowan… that’s gonna show,” I gasped.

“Good,” Rowan growled against my skin, licking over the fresh mark before biting down again, harder. “We want everyone to see who owns this neck now.”

Ryker laughed low and slid his hand down my stomach, pushing my sweatpants and boxers down in one rough tug.

My c**k slapped up against my belly, already leaking. He wrapped his fingers around me and stroked slow, tight, his thumb smearing the wetness over the head.

“Admit it out loud, Noah. Tell us how addicted you’re getting to us marking you up, biting you, owning every inch.”

I tried to bite back the words but Rowan bit my collarbone at the same time and my mouth fell open.

“I… f**k, I’m already so gone for it. Your mouth feels too good.”

They flipped me onto my hands and knees fast.

The couch dipped under their weight as Ryker got behind me and spread my knees wider. “First position tonight. Ass up, chest down.

Keep it just like that unless we tell you differently.” He bit the back of my thigh hard enough that I hissed, then sucked a dark hickey right next to it.

The pull of his mouth sent heat rushing straight to my d**k.

Rowan knelt in front of me, fisting my hair and guiding my mouth to his thick c**k. “Open up. Take me while my brother paints your ass with marks.”

I parted my lips and he pushed in, slow but deep, filling my mouth until I had to breathe through my nose.

At the same time Ryker gripped my hips hard, fingers digging in so tight I knew I’d have bruises shaped like his hands tomorrow.

He bit along my spine, one sharp nip after another, each one making me moan louder around Rowan’s c**k.

“Listen to those pretty sounds he’s making,” Ryker said, voice thick with lust.

He slapped my ass, the crack echoing, then rubbed the sting before biting the same spot. “You like being our marked-up boy, don’t you, Noah? Say it with my brother’s d**k in your mouth.”

I pulled off just enough to gasp, strings of spit connecting my lips to Rowan’s c**k. “Yes— I love it.

I’m getting addicted to you both marking me. I want your bites everywhere.”

Rowan groaned and pushed back into my mouth, f*****g it deeper. “That’s it. Good boy.

Keep talking dirty like that.” He reached down and twisted one of my n*****s, pinching hard while Ryker added more bites across my lower back and ass cheeks.

My whole body was burning. Every bite sent sparks racing under my skin.

I could feel myself leaking onto the couch, c**k throbbing untouched now.

They’re everywhere. Teeth, hands, heat. I shouldn’t be this desperate this fast but I am. I need more.*

Ryker flipped me onto my back suddenly, pushing my knees up toward my chest and holding them there.

“New position. Hold your legs open for us. Show us that hole while we mark your thighs.”

He dove down and sucked a huge hickey on the inside of my left thigh, so close to my balls I was shaking.

Rowan moved beside me, biting my right n****e, then my ribs, then the soft skin under my arm.

His hand wrapped around my c**k and stroked me in time with the sucks of his mouth.

“More,” I begged, voice breaking. “Leave bigger ones. I want to feel them when I move tomorrow.”

Ryker looked up from between my legs, lips shiny. “Greedy tonight. You hear him, Rowan? Our boy wants to be covered head to toe.” He pushed two fingers into me without warning, curling them perfectly while he bit down on my other thigh.

The stretch mixed with the bite made me cry out, hips bucking.

Rowan laughed softly and bit my jaw.

“Tell us exactly how addicted you are, Noah. Loud. We want to hear you admit it while we’re wrecking you.”

I was trembling, sweat sliding down my chest from the fire and their bodies.

Fresh dark marks were blooming all over me — purple on my neck, red on my chest, clear handprints on my hips and thighs. “I’m addicted,” I moaned out, no shame left in me.

“I’m so f*****g addicted to you two. Your bites, your hands, your c***s.

I can’t get enough. Please don’t stop marking me. I need it.”

Ryker added a third finger, scissoring me open while he sucked another mark right at the base of my c**k.

“f**k, you sound so desperate when you beg. Keep going.”

Rowan pinched both my n*****s at once, twisting. “Say the dirty part. Tell us what you are for us.”

“I’m your addicted little slut for marks,” I gasped, the words spilling out as my body shook harder.

“I love when you cover me in hickeys and handprints. Don’t stop f**k, please keep going. I’ll take anything you give me.”

They kept at it, relentless.

Rowan bit and sucked along my shoulders and throat while Ryker worked my hole and left bite after bite on my inner thighs and stomach.

My skin felt raw, sensitive, every touch making me jerk and moan louder.

I was covered in fresh red and purple marks everywhere their mouths and hands had been.

I reached for them, fingers digging into whatever skin I could reach. “Please… I’m shaking. Don’t stop. I need more of you. Both of you.”

Ryker and Rowan looked at each other, then down at me with those identical wicked smiles.

Ryker pulled his fingers out and scooped me up first, throwing me over his shoulder like I was nothing.

Rowan grabbed my ass, squeezing the fresh bite marks hard enough to make me whimper as they started carrying me toward the stairs.

“That’s our boy,” Ryker said, voice low and rough, his hand stroking over the marks on my thigh. “We’re nowhere near done with you tonight.

Begging already and we’ve still got all night.”

Rowan leaned in and bit my shoulder one last time as they moved. “Keep shaking for us, Noah. We love you like this.”