Chasing His Brother's Bride
Chasing His Brother’s Bride – Chapter 61

After kicking off her pjs, Jolie slid down the bed and kneeled in between Brix’s legs as he propped himself up on the pillow to watch as she gently pulled his shorts down his body. She stroked the thick musculature of his legs with possessive, sure hands and felt the saliva build in her mouth. He was a mouth-watering sight to behold with his erect c**k begging to be engulfed her mouth.

“Are you sure you’re up to this, Brix?” She questioned quietly. “You’re recovering from a gunshot wound.”

“Woman,” he growled, “lips, c**k, now.”

She giggled at his words as he wriggled his h**s when she put her hands on his thighs. “Someone is very demanding.”

She leaned forward and flicked her tongue along his head and licked the bead of c*m letting it trail from her mouth knowing she was putting on a show for both of her husbands and then taking her hair into her fist to remove the curtain from her performance she lowered her mouth over his length. His g***n was deep and guttural as she dropped her head down as far as she could over him and her body was covered in goosebumps at the noise she elicited.

Behind her Malik standing at the foot of the bed his hand watching, stroking his c**k and she didn’t even need to look in his direction to know what he was doing. He moved to the side of the bed and ran his hand down her spine before crawling behind her. As her head bobbed up and down on the increasingly erect shaft of her first husband, her second husband began playing with her body.

She nudged her knees further apart as Malik stroked her dampened flesh from behind, his fingers drawing her slick through her folds and he grunted saying he needed to taste. She felt the depression in the bed as he kneeled over the end and pulling her cheeks apart and drawing his tongue up her middle and to her anus. She gasped at the bold move, pausing on what her own mouth was doing as Malik flicked his tongue against her.

“Malik,” she started to protest.

“Shh,” he caressed her a*s, “suck your c**k like a good wife. I want to play down here a bit.” He gently nipped her a*s cheek and she yelped. Her husbands were becoming relaxed and more playful with each time they shared and she loved it.

Brix stroked her cheek, his fingers which had been in her hair sliding along her skin, “you only need to say stop and we stop.”

“I know,” she exhaled, “it feels dirty somehow.”

“It is dirty,” Malik grunted his approval, “filthy, f*****g dirty and I love it.” He shoved his tongue into her p***y and flicked his fingers against her clit, “I’m going to f**k you so hard, babe. In here first,” he tongued her, “and then in here.” He ran his thumb along her a*s, “and you’re going to come for us.”

Brix coaxed her back to his c**k and she settled into the feelings of having her mouth full while Malik feasted on her from behind. Malik was pushing the envelope on the dirty thoughts she had voiced as he grunted, slurped, and g*****d his pleasure loudly with vigor.

She shivered as she felt him pull away and then move to kneel on the bed behind her, sliding his c**k deep into her p***y while she continued sucking Brix. Brix was hyper focused on watching them, his eyes vigilantly making sure she was not overwhelmed while Malik f****d her doggystyle while she had him between her lips.

She shuddered as the o****m which had been building with each deep thrust swirling all around her low belly finally pushed through and she clenched tight around Malik who never once stopped what he was doing. Right as her o****m started to dispel, she arched her back as he began working his thumb along her hole. Saliva and the juices flowing from her o****m were swept backwards as he began fingering her a*s while he continued pounding her relentlessly and as she relaxed into the movements, Brix’s quiet question when he checked in to make sure she was okay, was answered with a gasping m**n of pleasure.

She shuddered as her breasts swayed and shimmied with the intensity of Malik’s thrusts and he was speaking sordid, hot words of how much he was going to enjoy f*****g her a*s while Brix had her p***y filled up and she splintered a second time in under ten minutes riding out an o****m which had her screaming around her mouthful of Brix’s shaft.

“I need more than your mouth, babe,” Brix complained as she whimpered when Malik pulled away. “My turn, sweetheart. Come ride my c**k.”

She crawled atop him and straddled his h**s and slowly sank onto him. He was thick and rigid and despite the fact not forty-eight hours before he’d passed out from b***d loss, he was lifting his h**s up in hungry thrusts, meeting her every movement demandingly. Malik was reaching around her, toying with her clit and pinching her n*****s as she rode Brix hard.

“f**k, babe, we need to slow down or I’m coming before we get to the main event.”

“But I’m so close,” she protested as she chased her o****m.

“Give her this one, Brix,” Malik encouraged her. “Make her come on your c**k while I get things ready.”

She was aware of the nightstand drawers opening and Malik searching, for lube she supposed, and then he was back behind her pushing her forward. He began playing with her bottom again as Brix continued his upward thrusting motions and she screamed with pleasure, shuddering violently before collapsing on Brix’s chest, barely recalling his wound, and avoiding his left shoulder. His muffled curses told her he was very close himself and he was stock still, holding her close to him as she rode out the waves of her own pleasure while holding onto his control by the teeniest of tethers.

She knew Malik had two fingers in her a*s now as he stretched and played with her, the coolness of the lubrication calming the odd stretch she was feeling. There was so much lube, she wasn’t certain he hadn’t used the entire tube of it. She was gasping for breath, still and unmoving as she felt his fingers withdraw and the very erect head of his c**k push against her tight entrance.

Brix was also maintaining his position of stillness, allowing her to protest at any given point. Watching her face closely for any sign she was not ready. She stared into his eyes, a twinge of pain, making her gasp and blink but when he opened his mouth and held his hand up to protest, she shook her head.

“No, I want this, Brix. Please.” She wriggled her bum, feeling the overfull sensation as Brix twitched deep inside her and Malik slowly, inch by deliberate inch, pushed his way into her. She met Brix’s k**s, twirling her tongue to his and clutched his good shoulder, her fingernails biting into his flesh. “Hurts,” she whimpered. She felt the cooling of more lube and considered Malik was probably going to need to buy stock in the product for all he was going to use. “Don’t stop.”

“Brix, move,” Malik commanded quietly, “move a bit to get her juices flowing again. She’s tense and I’m about to blow my load before we even get started.”

Jolie g*****d as Brix did as commanded and slowly shifted his h**s and slowly and methodically began loving her. His k****s were deep and passionate and as he moved it felt like deep love making and she got lost in the sensation, almost forgetting Malik was inching his way deep into her backside.

She felt Malik suddenly withdrawing and before she could protest his leaving, he was sliding forward again.

“Oh s**t,” she whimpered against Brix’s mouth as both men took the same slow, easy tempo.

It wasn’t long before she was lost in the sensation of her husbands overfilling her, making love to her with an intensity she had not anticipated. This felt so sensual and sexy and despite her original thoughts of it being wicked and depraved, this joining of the three of them together felt the most intimate and loving thing they had ever done.

Their hands were stroking her everywhere, reassuring, and loving. Their sweet words of love and adoration as they worked her body took over her senses. The filthiness of their vocabulary replaced by vows and promises to love her forever were sweet and perfect.

“I’m so close,” she cried out again as she felt the heat of Malik’s chest to her back, feeling well and truly like their most precious gift. She pressed k****s to Brix’s chest and her arm curled behind her to stroke Malik’s arms which were barely holding him from squishing his partners.

Like wispy clouds on a sunny day, the tendrils of her o****m swirled in her mind and her pelvis as both men agreed they two were almost there. When she clenched her lower body tight, the o****m stealing her breath and making her convulse between the two men, they both gave loud throaty growls of pleasure and filled her body with their own o*****s.

They lay panting, Jolie crushed under Malik and above Brix, and the very slow pulling away from Malik making her feel tender and raw. He got off the bed wordlessly and she whimpered.

“Where are you going?” She wanted his arms around her.

“We are going to take a bath. You need to soak in some salts, I think. It will feel good. Not as good as this just did, but good.” He kissed her shoulder and then paused to k**s Brix on the mouth.

Jolie watched as her husbands exchanged a k**s with a smile. “Next we should let Malik do it to Brix.”

Brix pulled away from Malik and shook his head, “I don’t think so.”

“If I can do it, you can. Or are you a coward?” She grinned and wriggled atop him, feeling his semi-e******n sliding from her body in a slick oozing mess. “If I get on all fours, you could take me from behind, while he takes you from behind.”

“Enough,” he kissed her mouth as Malik walked away chuckling in the direction of the bathroom. “What happened to my scared little wife? We’ve created a monster.”

“You did,” she grinned unrepentantly at him. “You both did. This is what happens when a woman feels safe and loved in the arms of her husbands. Also, it felt f*****g incredible.” She whispered, “it hurt at first but then it was amazing and now I know how good it was, I can’t wait to do it again. After I soak though. Also, I’m not ready for you to be back there. You’re way bigger than Malik.”

“He’s a happy meal babe. I’m a five-course meal.”

She giggled at his words and at Malik’s shout of protest from the other room and then he rolled her onto her back.

“No regrets?” he asked quietly.

“None. I love you,” she stared into his brown eyes smiling. “I love you so much and I never want to lose you. Never scare me again like Saturday night. Please?”

“I will do my best, my love.” He kissed her softly. “Come, let’s go soak in the tub and get ready for our day.”

“We don’t have to go to the office today?”

“No,” he helped her out of the bed.

She noted he was still slow moving and felt a moment of guilt. “Brix, maybe we shouldn’t have done this today. You’re still recovering. You look a bit green around the gills.”

“I need only to hold my wife and husband and I will be fine. I promise. I am far stronger than you think.” He escorted her into the bathroom. They both paused as they watched Malik emptying a vanity drawer. “What are you doing?”

“Getting rid of the condoms. We aren’t going to use them again, right? When is your next shot due? I want you pregnant.”

“Do you have a pregnancy fetish?” She questioned as she moved to sit in the tub with the running water.

“I didn’t until this past week. Now it’s all I can think of. I had an image of you sitting on my d**k with Brix leaned over us and a big round belly and I’m hard again,” he waved at his d**k. “How many kids should we have?”

Brix laughed as he patted Malik’s shoulder, “I like the number six.”

“Six?” Jolie almost jumped back out of the tub. “You want six kids?”

“I want six more kids, seven total,” Brix grinned with no remorse as Malik helped him into the tub. He boldly grabbed Malik’s semi hard c**k. “I like your fantasies.”

“What about my fantasies?” Jolie grumbled as she faked annoyance, secretly thrilled with the notion these men wanted each other as much as they wanted her.

Brix gave a tug on Malik, “I’m not sure how I feel about this in my backside.”

“If Jolie can take it,” Malik’s eyes were closed as his h**s began thrusting against Brix’s fist.

“Tell you what,” Jolie leaned forward, crawling in the tub to straddle Brix’s knees while he stroked Malik’s e******n, “if you want six more kids, I’ll only do it on the condition that whatever happens to this goose, has to happen to the ganders. Not only does Brix take Malik but Malik has to take Brix.”

“Uh, hold it,” Malik opened his eyes at her words, his h**s stilling.

“Six pregnancies? It’s going to be hard on my delicate body. You can take it.”

“Yes, but you said what is good for goose. Are you going to be the goose and take my c**k in your a*s?” Brix asked boldly.

“Maybe,” she shrugged playfully inching up closer to his h**s, feeling he was already hard as his hand continued to work Malik who had begun moving again. “Is this not what marriage is all about? Compromise and hard work?”

“Mm,” Malik g*****d as he stepped to the head of the tub and was engulfed in Brix’s mouth, “you know what else it is, Jolie Haversham Beckwith-Cacciola?”

“Tell me,” she asked as she watched the pleasure on his features, “what is it, Malik?”

“Love, baby, lots and lots of love.”

Jolie decided she agreed wholeheartedly with his words. Despite all the challenges and upheavals, a family like theirs would face, love, lots of it, was what would bring them through it all. She smiled at him as she leaned backwards in the tub to shut the water off, gasping as she felt Brix take advantage of the position and slide into her.

“Bring on the love,” she exclaimed.

And they did.