Chasing His Brother's Bride
Chasing His Brother’s Bride – Chapter 52

Jolie watched with bated breath as Malik stepped close to her, his hand at her waist and then slipped it beyond her. The click of the door locking echoing in the suddenly strange silence of the room. She stared up into his eyes as his bored down on her and she licked her lips nervously.

“What do you want, love?” Malik asked her softly.

“I’ve been wanting to be on my knees for both of you at the same time.”

“I’m sure I heard her say cuddles,” Brix spoke from where he approached behind Malik. “Sucking c**k and cuddles are vastly different activities. Cuddles I would think mean the three of us sitting on the couch hugging it out.”

They both had her cornered against the door, each with a hand on either side of her head and equal amounts of desire burning bright in their eyes.

She reached to begin undoing Malik’s belt. She was right-handed and he was on her right side.

“I want cuddles.” She cleared her throat at the huskiness clogging her voice, “after I suck c**k.” She lifted a hand to Brix’s cheek and stroked it. “Do you have complaints?”

“Not a f*****g one. I only need to make certain we are all on the same page, sweetheart.”

“Well, I want to suck your c**k. I want to suck his c**k. I think at some point,” she leaned her head sideways and looked at the desk, “I want to be spread over the desk. It’s been an emotional day. I need to work my feelings out and since I have two big,” she undid Malik’s fly before turning her attention to Brix’s belt, “strong, virile husbands who know how to take such good care of me, I think you should be helping me with my sentimentality right now.”

“Is this so?” Brix’s chuckle turned to a hiss when she pulled his fly down and brazenly put her hands into the waistband of his boxers.

She looked to Malik as she stroked him through the front of his boxers. He was already rock hard. “I’m sensing you are not opposed to helping your wife out?”

He shoved his pants and boxers to his ankles, his e******n springing free. “If sucking my d**k is what is going to make you feel better, suck away, my beautiful wife. Suck away.”

She brazenly winked at Brix, “his is out first. You’re dawdling, love.” She dropped to her knees and Malik stepped closer to her and slid his thickness past her lips. She m****d her pleasure as he rocked his h**s against her. The whoosh of Brix’s pants being kicked completely off, leaving only his socks and shoes in her sideview made her shiver with delight. She withdrew her mouth off Malik and stroked his wet shaft with her hand while Brix guided himself into her mouth. Her left hand worked him from the base to her lips, slicking her saliva down the length of him which wouldn’t fit all the way in her mouth.

She wasn’t sure how long she stayed on her knees, alternating from Malik’s thick shaft to Brix’s long one but her mouth was aching and her knees sore. Both men had worked to unbutton her blouse, her bra pushed down under her breasts as they both fondled her while she sucked them off. She worked them both with her hands and her mouth and her biceps were strained from the activity and yet she was loathe to stop. The sounds they made as she took her fill of them music to her ears.

“Sweetheart, I need more,” Brix’s voice was guttural. “I need your p***y on my c**k.”

She shuddered with his words and nodded as he lifted her up. She was swung up into his arms bridal style and she noted Malik had shoved most of the equipment on the desk off to the side. Brix laid her on her back and pulled her skirt down, taking her underpants with it. His g***n of pleasure as he took in the dampness of her made her smile as he leaned over her and kissed her mouth softly.

“Are you wet for us, sweetheart?”

“Always,” she answered truthfully. She could be soaked in seconds simply thinking of them. His fingers speared her as his thumb rotated over her clit while he kissed her and she rotated her h**s, letting her legs fall apart. Brix liked playing with her before he entered her. He wanted to make sure she was soaked and ready to take the length and width of him. He always wanted her to come at least once so she was saturated. Today though he appeared impatient as he withdrew his fingers and held them out for Malik to lick dry. Malik was standing at the side of the desk watching Brix finger and k**s her, stroking his c**k.

He entered her slowly, simultaneously lifting her legs to his shoulders.

“Oh f**k,” she m****d as he filled her completely. She always felt pain and pleasure when Brix was this hard and this deep. She reached out and grabbed Malik’s thigh.

“I think she needs a stick to bite down on,” Brix chuckled as he pulled outward before slowly pushing back, deeper than the first thrust.

Malik stroked her cheek lovingly and bent and kissed her mouth. “No biting babe.” He put his c**k near her parted lips and then tugged her closer. She engulfed his c**k as Brix filled her completely. He was slowly building up tempo and rhythm as he gripped her thighs holding them close to his torso.

She opened her mouth wider at Malik’s command and he shoved deep into her throat, cutting her oxygen before he pulled out almost all the way. It was hard to focus her attention. Brix’s hands were everywhere. Touching her thighs, snaking between her legs to play with her clit, pinching her n*****s. Her body felt afire from the way he was picking up speed.

Yet Malik was in her mouth, slowly and methodically thrusting past her bruising lips, his hand clenched tight in her hair to hold her head in place and his other hand stroking her upper body anywhere Brix’s hands didn’t cover.

“Aw f**k, she’s coming,” Brix panted as he felt her tighten around him.

She could feel it building, deep inside her as his body ground against hers. His fingers torturing her clit while he lifted her legs higher, alternating the angle he was in and then he was pounding her.

“Keep her quiet Malik. Can’t have the whole f*****g building hear her when she creams on my c**k.” Brix’s dirty words were nearly enough to push her over the edge but it was the way his fingers strummed her clit while Malik pinched her n*****s which shoved her beyond the precipice. She arched high off the desk as Brix pounded her through the o****m. Malik’s thick c**k muffled her screams of pleasure as she trembled violently. She couldn’t breathe and she closed her eyes reveling in the heightened sensation of her o****m.

“Too far, Malik,” Brix spoke sharply as he realized she was on the verge of being choked out.

“f**k, babe, I’m sorry. I got carried away.” He was pulling himself from her mouth and leaned over her, kissing her face in tiny k****s. “I’m sorry.”

“Again,” she whispered panting. “Do it again. When you did that when I came, I could feel it all the way to my toes. Holy s**t, do it again.” Her voice was throaty and hoarse.

“Babe, you want me to choke you.”

“Yes, with your c**k. Please. Do it again. It felt so good.” She wasn’t beyond begging. She was desperate to recreate the euphoria she had experienced.

“Jolie, look at me,” Brix commanded, his c**k unmoving in her. “Look at me.”

She met his eyes, breathless and hungry. “Brix, I see you. I see Malik. Make me come again. Like you just did. It was everything.”

“f**k,” he g*****d and slammed into her. The desk moved from the violent way he’d driven into her and she arched with the pain and pleasure.

She wanted to pout how Malik was taking too long but then he rounded the other side of the desk. He pulled her forward on the desk so her head was dangling off the edge and he filled her mouth with his c**k. She now had a man on either end of her body, f*****g her furiously and she was aware of nothing but the way they loved her. Malik was cradling her head for support while his other hand roamed her body, stretching to play with her clit while Brix railed her. She came the second time and Malik shoved deep down into her gullet, the angle of her head dangling over the desk edge, allowing him to push far past her uvula, gagging her hard. Tears streamed her face and then blackness approached as her o****m subsided.

“f**k, I’m going to come,” Brix hissed as he pounded into her.

“Shh,” she giggled as Malik withdrew from her mouth. “Shut him up Malik. The entire office will hear him.”

Malik rounded the desk and kissed Brix on the mouth. She lifted her head to watch her husbands k**s, their tongues tangling, Malik’s hands deep in Brix’s thick hair while he pounded into her. He came hard and she fell back on the desk. Brix pulled out and rounded the desk and put his c**k in her mouth.

“Clean up this mess, sweetheart.”

She opened her mouth willingly and was rewarded with the tangy taste of her and the saltiness of him coating her tongue. She arched when Malik lowered his mouth and ran his tongue up her middle. He was tasting what she was tasting and it was raunchy and dirty and oh so very sexy. She felt his tongue ramming inside her, swirling around and then he leaned over her body as Brix pulled away to share what he had in his mouth. Filthy. She felt filthy. Then he entered her while still pressed over her body and she wrapped her legs around his h**s. Brix alternated whose mouth he was in, while Malik f****d her.

“I want her turned over,” Malik said suddenly.

She felt him withdraw from her body and she shrugged out of her blouse completely as she leaned back over the desk.

“No, sofa.” Malik said. He picked her up and leaned her over the arm of the sofa. “Brix, get by the sofa facing Jolie. Take her mouth.”

“Yes,” she m****d as he drilled into her from behind. Her legs were weak but she had no need to use them as Malik held her over the sofa, her a*s high in the air. Again, they were both using her body and she gripped Brix who had one knee on the leather as she cleaned off his semi-erect shaft. He’d come once already but she knew it wouldn’t be long and he’d be hard again, ready to drill her all over if she permitted.

She reached forward and fondled his balls as she sucked deep on him, her cheeks caved, her body thrusting forward with each movement Malik made. Behind her, he was slamming, skin smacking skin, his balls slapping her. His arms were outstretched gripping her breasts from under her and Jolie considered briefly if anyone had walked into the room in this particular moment, they might have been scarred for life at the depravity they’d witnessed. She knew she had come down her thighs, Brix was growing increasingly hard in her mouth and was choking her the way Malik had done and Malik was giving it his all. She knew he was close when he leaned forward and grabbed Brix and pulled him in for a k**s.

She was exhausted and satiated as he pulled away after her exploded with a grunt inside her.

“Sorry babe, I don’t think you came,” he muttered as he picked her up and set her on the sofa. “I got inside you and I turned into the minute man. I’m blaming the fact I damn near blew my load down your throat twice,” he nestled on the floor between her thighs.

“What are you doing?” she asked incredulously as he lifted her legs over his shoulders.

“I didn’t make you come. Brix made you come. It’s my turn to make you come.”

“You both made me come. Both of your hands and your, oh,” she gasped as his tongue was back inside her. She looked sideways to Brix who was stroking his now very erect shaft. Malik was feasting on her, his intention to make her come evident as slurping and licking noises filled the room. She leaned her head against the back of the sofa whimpering as the o****m slowly built.

“She’s almost there, Malik,” Brix was stroking her body as he slid his hand up and down his c**k. “Make her come and then I need to f**k her some more.” He leaned over her and kissed her mouth, “my beautiful wife. You’re so beautiful Jolie. So brave, strong, and beautiful. Look at our husband feasting on your delicious p***y. You know how good you taste, right? It’s why we can’t get enough. We think of having you on our c***s all the time. Our gorgeous girl. All ours.” He shoved his tongue into her mouth right as she came, swallowing her cries.

When Malik lifted her up in his arms and kissed her hungrily, she was shaking. He sat on the sofa, her back pressed against his chest, her legs lengthwise down the stretch of the leather. She could feel his wet slick against her back. Brix leaned over both of them, pushing one of her legs up over the back of the sofa and entered her. She was officially sandwiched between them.

He was pumping against her, his rough chest hair scraping the n*****s Malik was playing with. Brix gripped Malik’s shoulder as he ground against Jolie’s pelvis. She rested her head on Malik’s shoulder, exchanging k****s with both men and watching as they kissed each other. Time was lost to her as the three of them were trapped in this decadent embrace.

When Brix came the second time, she had already fallen apart for the fourth time in their embrace.

“Holy f**k,” Brix whispered resting his head against Malik’s other shoulder and looking at them both. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

She giggled, “pretty sure those should be my words.”

“We need to get you cleaned up, beautiful. Let’s clean up and go home.” Malik g*****d from underneath her.

“It’s not time to go home.” She protested.

“Yes, but Brix got to come twice and I only came once.” He reached between her and Brix and stroked her between the legs.

“It’s not a competition.”

“Yes, it is,” both men said in unison.

“I have work to do downstairs.” She was struggling to remember what exactly it was she was supposed to be working on.

“You said you wanted cuddles.” Brix protested and kept her pinned between them. “We’re cuddling. I’m tired but I could enjoy watching Malik f**k you over and over again.”

“As if you wouldn’t be hard the minute she came,” Malik laughed at his words.

“True,” Brix grinned without remorse as he lifted his hand to her cheek. “We did cancel all our meetings today.”

“You can be the one to call Mordecai and explain why I’m not working on his report.”

“I will while you get cleaned up.” He pulled off her. He winked at Malik as he pointed to the ensuite bathroom, “if you decide to do it again in there, keep the door open so I can watch.” He rose to his feet and helped them up.

Jolie’s legs were like jelly. She gripped onto his arm. “Anymore and I’m going to need to be carried out of here on a stretcher.”

Malik smiled as he stood next to her. “Is that a challenge?”

“No,” she giggled as he lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom.

Jolie ended up carried out of the building, fast asleep, on Malik’s shoulder an hour later. The gossips were going to have a field day.