Kings of Decay (The Winston Brothers Duet #1)

37. Willow

Chapter thirty-seven

Willow

T he pressure between my legs was overwhelming. My panties were slick with wetness and my breath came out in shaking gasps.

"Do you want to play house with us, Willow?" Ainsley purred.

What choice did I have? I was trapped with them here anyway, and no one was going to come and look for me. No one knew where I was. What would be the harm in letting them make me cum a few times before they inevitably killed me?

Wow, that was dark and pathetic.

I hated myself for even entertaining the thought. But I kept picturing their rough hands on my skin, feeling their cocks throb with need against me. I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to sink on to their lengths, to feel them fill me up completely. It would be just like my dreams. Better than my dreams.

It was wrong. I knew it was wrong. But the ache between my legs only grew stronger as I thought about it.

Suddenly, Ainsley stood up, pulling me along with him.

"Let's go to the bedroom," he said, his voice low and husky.

Pearce followed behind us, his hand on my lower back, guiding me towards the bedroom.

The bedroom was dimly lit, a king-sized bed with black sheets taking up most of the room. There was a large window overlooking the woods, the snow falling softly outside.

Ainsley pushed me down onto the bed and stepped back, watching Pearce climb onto the bed with me.

He towered over me, his blue eyes burning with intensity. He didn't say a word as he leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth, tasting every inch.

I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders as I tried to get closer to him.

Pearce pulled back and trailed kisses down my neck, sucking and biting as he made his way down to my breasts. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently.

Ainsley watched from the edge of the bed, rubbing his cock through his pants. "Good girl, Willow. Pearce, take off those panties for her."

Pearce slipped his fingers under the lacy thong and tugged them down my legs. I whimpered as he exposed me, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in front of them.

"God, I've wanted to see this pussy since I met you," Pearce growled, tracing his fingers along my folds.

I gasped, my hips bucking towards him as he teased me. I was soaking wet, and my desire for them was overwhelming at the moment.

It was wrong, and I knew it would never last. But I wanted it to, more than I wanted to breathe.

"Please," I whimpered, hips tilting up to beg for more.

Pearce's fingers circled my clit slowly, his touch feather-light and driving me wild. I was so close to begging but refused to give them the satisfaction.

Ainsley joined him, kneeling by the bed and pushing his fingers into my cunt as Pearce worked my clit.

I screamed, eyes rolling back and basking in the sensation of two men touching me. I couldn't remember the last time I had experienced a real physical connection with someone, and the feeling was overwhelming. My pussy clenched around Ainsley's fingers as he began to plunge them deeper into me while Pearce continued to strum my clit.

Pearce was an expert, quickly sending me careening towards the brink of release. "God, you're so wet," Pearce groaned, his fingers slipping and sliding inside me.

"So fucking tight," Ainsley grunted in agreement, his own fingers working around his brothers, both of them moving deeper into my pussy.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw my head back and screamed, my orgasm crashing down on me like a tidal wave. My body shook as waves of pleasure coursed through me, my pussy clenching around their fingers as they continued to thrust inside me.

Pearce's mouth claimed mine again as he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.

I could taste myself on his lips, and it only turned me on more.

Ainsley pulled off his clothes, revealing his muscular body. His cock was thick and hard, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. He crawled onto the bed with us and positioned himself between my legs.

Pearce broke our kiss and looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire. "You ready for us, little mouse?"

I nodded, unable to find any words. My chest was heaving, and my thighs were trembling.

Ainsley pulled down his jeans, letting his cock free.

"On your knees," he ordered.

My mind didn't question it. I obeyed, sliding off the bed and kneeling before them. I took Ainsley's cock in one hand and Pearce's in the other. I ran my tongue along the length of each one, savoring every inch before taking one in my mouth, alternating between them.

Their moans of approval filled the room, and I reveled in the feeling of their bodies tensing beneath my touch.

I could barely contain my desire as I sucked and licked, lost in the pleasure of having two men's cocks in my mouth at once.

"I'm gonna lose my fucking mind," Pearce groaned, grabbing my hair and pushing my head down on his cock deeper.

I gagged but didn't fight him, knowing it would only make it worse.

My eyes watered, but I kept going, one hand wrapped around the base of Ainsley's cock, jerking him in time with my mouth on his brother. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling tight and making me gasp around his length.

They were both close, their bodies tense with pleasure. I could feel their cocks pulsing in my mouth as they panted and moaned above me.

I pulled back, hands still wrapped tightly around them, and looked up at them with a sly, mischievous smile.

"What do you want, little mouse?" Ainsley asked, his voice low and deep as he tried to control his desire.

I gave both their cocks another slow stroke in each hand and watched as their chests heaved with heavy breaths.

"I want to see you both cum on me," I whispered, wetting my lips with my tongue.

Their eyes widened in surprise before darkening with lust. I wasn't sure who was more surprised — me or them.

I couldn't believe I just said that. The words just came out of my mouth without me even thinking about it. But now that I said it, I wanted it more than anything.

Pearce's hand moved to my head again, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing my head back as he groaned, "You naughty little thing."

"Yes, you are," Ainsley agreed, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and desire.

I waited, my eager mouth wide open as they jerked their cocks in unison. They were so comfortable with each other, obviously threesomes were not unusual for them. They were confident, sexy, and dominant.

I wanted every drop of their cum. I wanted to rub it all over my body, marking myself as theirs. I couldn't explain where the thought came from or why it excited me, but damn if it didn't turn me on. Fear, adrenaline, and arousal were a dangerous cocktail, and these two brothers were more than happy to indulge me.

Ainsley took a step closer to me, his legs pressing against my still-kneeling form. I could smell his sweat and a hint of musk—it made my mouth water.

Pearce's cock twitched. Ainsley let out a low groan. They came at the same time, directly into my waiting mouth. Their first jets hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed instinctively. They twitched, jerking against my face as they continued to cum on me. Gobs of thick, sticky, hot cum coated my tongue and lips. I took each pump with relish, making sure I didn't miss a drop.

"Fuck, Willow," Ainsley groaned, his legs shaking.

Pearce grunted, his toes curling in his boots as they both emptied themselves down my throat.

"Good girl," Pearce's voice was raspy. I licked my lips as I swallowed the last of their seed, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the sight of their spent cocks.

"On the bed," Ainsley ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I immediately crawled onto the bed, eager for whatever they had planned next.

"I like playing house with you, Willow," Ainsley said. He ran his fingers through my hair, tangling them in the curls and waves.

I settled between them under a thick quilt. The comforting warmth enveloped me, with Ainsley on one side and Pearce on the other.

I felt strangely safe.

I shouldn't. I knew I was in danger from these two men. Men who had already proven they didn't hesitate to kill anyone who crossed them.But their slow, gentle stroking of my hair had calmed my fears. The soothing warmth of their bodies, nestled around me, made me forget about trying to escape for just a moment.

It couldn't last, I knew that. Eventually, their hands would tighten on me, turning back into the masters who owned every inch of me.

But for now? It was okay for me to relax.

Our twisted fake family soon fell asleep, lulled by the sound of snow and wind outside.