Page 51 of Fragmented Illusions
My hands quickly make their way up his chest and throat. I feel the rise and fall as he swallows underneath my fingers and Silent’s gloved finger presses into me simultaneously. I shiver and gasp at the overload of sensations. My body is confused on how to react, and I fall forward, my forehead hitting Creepy’s chest.
My fingers brush against his jaw and I find it smooth. My fingers glide across his skin as Silent works his fingers in me. Slowly, torturously. My legs shake and I fall harder into Creepy. Finally, my fingers slide up his face and I find it bare. Slightly rough skin skims my own and I feel a tear fall from my eye.
He’s not wearing his mask…
I know it’s dark and I can’t see a single feature of theirs anyway, but the fact he’s not wearing one… Damn. It means he’s choosing to be vulnerable. At any second, a light could get flicked on and I’d see him. Who he is—whotheyare. It’s almost too much to bear.
I heave a sigh of relief and drop my hand. Now that I know, I let myself go.
“Yeah, pretty girl. The masks are gone tonight. We want to trust you… Please let us trust you,” he says to me,pleadsto me, as he gently pushes me back against his brother. He steps against me again and it feels like home.
One against my front, the other at my back. Completely surrounded by men who bring other women to their deathbeds—and yet they want me. Alive and breathing with them.
It’s surreal.
I cry out when Silent pulls his finger from me. He trails his finger up my pubic bone and traces the S cut into me. My wetness clings to his glove and it coats my skin as he touches me with it.
Silent’s arm reaches around me, to Creepy, and presses him even harder against me. So close it feels like our skin is one and I wish more than anything Silent’s skin could be against mine as well.
Creepy lets out a garbled moan and drops his head to Silent’s shoulder. His face is so close to mine, if I leaned forward a few inches, our lips would brush…
I lean forward, my eyes already closed, and brush my lips against his. Creepy moans wildly and opens his mouth. My tongue meets his and his taste explodes in my mouth—spicy and warm.
I press deeper into his mouth, but he pulls back and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and then bites down on it—hard enough I immediately taste copper on my tongue. He moans loudly against me and shoves his tongue back into my mouth, swirling it around, completely devouring me.
His hips press into me, and he grinds his erection into my stomach. I can feel it twitching and expanding and a wetness coats my skin as he rubs against me, seeking his release.
“Fuck, Sol. Deeper.Please,” he whines, and suddenly Silent’s arms tighten around us, and Creepy’s body lurches forward with a cry. “Right there,” he whimpers. His breath is hot on me, adding to the heat surging through me.
I want to ask what is going on, but I have a feeling I already know and while I’m confused, I’m also insanely aroused if what I’m thinking is correct. The fact they are brothers is moot.
Right here, right now, we are us. Nothing else matters and nothing else can affect us.
Creepy’s whimpers and whines increase as does the rotation of his hips against me. “Touch me, pretty girl,” he begs me, his voice cracking. I work my hand between our bodies with some difficulty with how pressed together we are, but I eventually get my fingers wrapped around him.
The moment I make contact with his rock-hard length, he lets out the deepest, shuddering breath and then tenses. Creepy cries out and his entire body goes rigid. I then feel hot spurts on my stomach as he grinds into me. I don’t move my hand or anything, I simply hold him as he works through his release and feeling it flow through his body is just as good as experiencing it yourself.
Knowing you’re the reason—or at least, part of the reason—why someone lost control and got to experience complete euphoria is a high I never want to come down from.
Creepy slumps against me and I let out an oomph as his weight settles on top of me. I hear a wet, suction noise and then Creepy whimpers ever so softly again.
I was right… Silent fingered his brother… Right in front of me…
Oh, fuck, that’s so hot.
I bite my lip as the pulse at my core increases by the second. With what just happened and now with Creepy’s cum all over my stomach, it’s too much and I need a release. I unwrap my fingers from Creepy’s softening erection and bring my fingers to my center.
Some of his cum still coats my fingers and I shiver as I brush it over my clit. His cum combined with my arousal feels dirty, but oh so good.
“What do you think you’re doing, pretty girl?” Creepy’s labored breath rings out, shattering the silence that had come over us. My hand freezes at his words, a sense of dread coming over me.
“Move your hand,” Silent says, his deep voice booming over Creepy’s even though it’s quieter and I automatically drop my hand as Creepy lifts off of me. My heart pounds against my ribs as I strain my ears. Sound and touch are all I really have going for me right now and I wish I could see.
But at the same time, I think if I could see, I wouldn’t be doing this… So willingly, anyway.
“You want us both, baby?” Creepy asks, and I hear a thud in front of me. My heart jumps at the sound, and I whip my head around desperately.
“W-what?” I ask.
