Page 69 of Wyatt & Weston
A few seconds later, the twins are hopping over the bar and heading my way.
“That's my cue to leave.” Sophia laughs but she doesn’t get very far before Marshall swoops in, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into his arms.
She laughs as the two of them start to dance.
Meanwhile, Weston does the same thing his big brother did, pulling me close to his body.
“Hey Red,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my throat, making me shiver, a moan slipping free.
Wyatt presses himself to me from behind.
“You're ours for the rest of tonight,” he tells me.
“I’m yours for the rest of our lives,” I sigh, leaning back into Wyatt.
Only downside about being with two men is that I can't marry them both.
Not like that's going to stop us. We had a commitment ceremony in October. It was a wedding, the only difference was there was no marriage certificate. I have a wedding ring with two bands twisted together almost like barbed wire, and the twinsboth have a ring themselves. They’re it for me, and I’m it for them. Together forever.
We dance to the music, not even caring what song it is, or if the beat matches. Lost in each other's touch.
It doesn’t take very long before I’m worked up, rubbing my thighs together. Weston notices and grins.
“Is my girl needy?” he whispers in my ear.
I bite my lower lip and nod.
“Do you want us to take care of it?” Wyatt asks, kissing at my throat.
“Always,” I sigh, shivering at their touch.
Grabbing my hand, Wyatt is quick to start pulling me through the crowd, passing the people waiting in line to use the bathroom and down the hall toward the back.
Wyatt opens a door that says employees only, and flicks on a light before pulling me into the room.
Weston closes the door behind us and locks it. Their hands are all over me in an instant. I kiss Wyatt first, moaning as he slips his tongue into my mouth. It’s messy and needy and so damn hot.
When we break apart for air, Weston kisses me next, just as desperate as his brother.
Panting for air, my head swims as my pussy aches, dripping, needing to be filled. Wyatt is leaning against the wall, cock out in his hand.
My mouth waters as I watch him stroke his thick length, pre cum already dripping down the tip.
“Come here Hellcat,” he growls. “Suck my cock like a good girl while my brother fucks that tight, needy pussy.”
I whimper, a rush of pure want flooding through me. Putting my hands on the wall behind him, I lean over and let him push his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing a handful of my hair and pushing my head down.
Loosening my jaw, I let him control me, moving my head so my mouth glides up and down his thick velvety shaft. I suck and lick the best I can, but Wyatt seems to be losing control by the second. I don’t care, I love it when they’re overpowered by pure lust for me that they can't contain it.
“This fucking ass,” Weston groans as he lifts up my dress. I moan around Wyatt’s cock as his hand comes down hard on my cheek.
“So damn fuckable. I want this when we get home.” I hear the sound of his zipper, then feel him move my panties to the side. “But for now, I’m going to take this sweet cunt for myself. Fill you up until my cum is dripping down your thighs.”
I’ll never get tired of the dirty mouths on these men. It makes me feral for them.
When I thrust my ass toward him, wiggling it a little, he chuckles darkly. “So needy.” Then he’s pushing inside me, stealing the air from my lungs.
