Warning - very spicy content ahead.

DREW

Sarah’s birthday is finally here.

Jake and I whispered in the kitchen like a couple of fucking schoolboys as we stacked her gifts on a chair. Perfume bottles, because heaven forbid she ever has less than twenty bottles to choose from. We’d also bought the necklace she’d been mooning over in the jewellery shop window for weeks. 

Jake’s nerves showed in the way he fussed with the pink ribbons on her gifts. Trying to sit them just right.

Floorboards creaked above us. The birthday girl hummed as she moved around.

Go time.

Affection had my nerves bubbling below the surface. A year ago, our world had imploded before we could glue it back together. Everything had been chaos. Messy.

But we’d made it. 

Okay, our half-renovated B&B on the Cornish coast wasn’t perfect. The paint was still drying on the windowsills, and when it rained, we had to place pots beneath the leaky roof. Imperfect, but solid. Warm. Like us.

We sang ‘Happy Birthday’ like a pair of drunken idiots as Sarah descended the stairs. Her laughter made us both grin. Our girl, all pink-cheeked and glowing. We pulled her into our arms, landing a hundred kisses on her face until she squealed with delight.

Happiness radiated from her in waves. Jake too. And filtered through me, right to the marrow of my bones.

She unwrapped her gifts, squealing over the necklace and dabbing perfume onto her wrists until she smelled like a scent shop. Then Jake shot me a look.

‘There’s one more thing,’ Jake said.

We led her outside and down to the end of the garden, dodging the overgrown weeds as we went.

The chicken house made her freeze. Like the sight of it rendered her mute. 

We’d snuck out after dark, looking like a pair of dicks with headlamps as we built it through the night. The calluses on my palm were worth it.

Six plump brown hens trotted outside, clucking merrily as Sarah finally broke her stupor. 

She clapped her hands with excitement, bending down and scooping a chicken against her chest. 

‘When did you do this?’ She practically purred. ‘I’ve always wanted chickens.’

‘Jake told me. You deserve it, love,’ I said, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

She was giddy. And for the first time, the B&B didn’t feel like some half-finished dream. 

It felt real.

Back inside, we tucked into her chocolate cake for breakfast. Not even cutting slices, but digging into the ganache-covered delicacy with three forks. 

‘Eloise texted this morning.’ Sarah said, looking sideways at Jake. ‘Wishing me a happy birthday.’

‘She’s trying,’ I said, and Jake nodded. She and Dad had even visited the B&B a few weeks prior.

‘She’s probably worried Sarah will get pregnant and she’ll miss out on being a granny,’ Jake muttered.

‘Hmm,’ I said, dragging a hand over Sarah’s stomach. ‘There’s an idea. We should breed you like a good little wife.’

‘We’re not married.’ Her eyes widened; her fork stopped halfway to her mouth.

‘In that case, we’ll practice putting a baby inside you.’

‘I think we’re quite well-practiced already.’ I didn’t miss the way her teeth grazed her lower lip, though.

‘Yes, but you need to learn how to take both of us at the same time. Give our spunk an even chance to invade you.’ I lowered my voice to a deep growl that made both of them melt.

Her lips parted, shock mixing with lust. ‘There’s no way. You’re both too big.’

‘Well, let’s find out, shall we?’

***

Cake and wrapping paper scattered as I swept them onto the floor, kissing Sarah hungrily as Jake stripped off her clothes. I sat her on the cold counter, ganache smearing on her thighs in our heat.

‘Get the rope,’ I demanded, and Jake hurried to obey. The jute was thick enough not to bite the skin too severely, but thin enough to make her feel it. 

I tied it around her breasts, securing her arms behind her back.

‘I love tying you like this. Displayed for Jake and I.’ 

Jake sucked on one of her nipples, tearing sweet little moans from her. She whimpered as the rough fibres bit into her skin, but the way she squirmed gave her away.

‘Look at you,’ I breathed, brushing my fingers between her thighs. ‘Our birthday girl, wrapped like a gift, bound and ready for us. You know what comes next.’

She squeaked with need.

‘Say it, Sarah,’ I wheedled. 

‘You’re both going to fuck me,’ she whispered. 

‘Where, dearest slut? Tell me exactly what you’re going to take.’

‘Both of your cocks. In my p–pussy.’

‘That’s right, Sarah. We’re going to stretch you until you give in like the whore you were born to be.’

I helped her to her feet as Jake looped the rope over the oak beam. Jake tugged the rope tight until Sarah was forced up on her tiptoes. The rope creaked as she shifted. Like a little marionette, ready to be played with. 

‘So, birthday girl,’ I said, slipping two fingers between her thighs. There was no resistance, of course. Her slick heat coated my fingertips. The sharp scent of her arousal filled the air. 

‘Ready to put that little cunt to good use?’ Jake said, tracing his hand over her silken hip.

‘Please,’ she whimpered.

‘Strip and get on your knees,’ I told Jake. ‘Get us both ready for her.’

Jake stripped naked and knelt, his cock heavy in his fist, the veins standing out as he stroked himself. The scent of his soap still clung faintly beneath the salt of sweat. He moved between us, licking and sucking my cock until it stood rigid. 

The sight had Sarah moaning, hips wriggling as she begged without words.

I slicked my fingers with lube, the cool, chemical scent sharp in the warm kitchen. A bottle was never far out of reach. I never knew when I’d have to break one of my brats with a good ass-fucking.

 I pressed one finger into her already drenched pussy. Slow and deliberate. She clenched as I opened her up for me. 

Then I added another finger.

And another.

‘Fuck. It’s too much,’ she cried. Jake’s hot mouth was making my arse tense. If I spilled in his mouth, I’d leave both of them most disappointed.

‘Not even close to enough,’ I said, curling my fingers upward into that soft spot inside. Stretching her wide. Her juices coated my knuckles, dripping down the back of my hand. 

‘If you can take this, you can take us both.’ Her body fought me as I worked a fourth finger into her. My wide knuckles stretched her until she whimpered. The sound of her cunt gushing onto my hand filled the kitchen. Filthy. 

‘Drew!’ she cried, eyes rolling.

‘That’s it, love. Opening up like the perfect whore you are.’ I praised while fucking her with my hand. 

Jake moved behind her when I commanded him. He held her thighs wide, cock nudging her swollen slit. I moved back, leaving her empty for just a moment, and she writhed in frustration.

‘Don’t worry, Sarah. You’ll be stuffed before you know it.’

Jake slid inside her. His fat cock splitting her with every glorious inch. She whimpered, head dropping as I squeezed her throat. The way her hot breath cascaded over my collarbone had me trembling. 

Jake groaned as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against her with a wet smack.

‘God, you’re so tight,’ he moaned. Using her came far easier to him after all our time together. He knew she loved it. And he loved the way I watched them together too. 

‘Spread her wide,’ I ordered, running more lube over my cock as she moaned. Jake obeyed, lifting her by the backs of the knees and holding her against his chest. Such a delightfully lewd picture. My desperate brats. I forced two fingers inside her, petting Jake and her with one sweet stroke.

They moaned in tandem, hips rocking.

When I pressed the head of my cock against her stretched hole, she bit my throat. I nudged in alongside Jake, the sharpness of her teeth only intensifying the moment.

‘Oh fuck. Fuck. Ouch. I can’t take it,’ Sarah babbled, but her body betrayed her. Her lips parted, and she arched for more.

‘Oh, but love, you are taking it.’ I grabbed her phone off the counter and took a picture of her flushed face. And then lowered it to her stuffed cunt.

I thrust hard. Her body fought, yet swallowed us up anyway. The camera clicked before I held it up to show her the dirty picture.

‘Look how filthy you are.’ 

Jake and I thrust into her. I alternated our strokes to feel the way his dick rubbed up my length. Two cocks forced into her at once. Heat.

Pressure.

Wetness. 

Every thrust made her sob. Jake groaned against her neck. Her cunt stretched tight around us, squelching every time we buried ourselves inside.

‘So fucking full,’ she gasped, head falling back against Jake. Sweat dripped between her bound tits.

‘My dirty slut,’ I growled, tightening my grip on her throat. Her pulse hammered beneath my palm. 

Jake kissed my fingers, where they wrapped her neck, his lips damp with salt. ‘You’re so beautiful, Sarah. So perfect like this. I love you.’

Our cocks rubbed together inside her soaked cunt, the friction making me ache. I pulled back before driving deeper, her tight walls clamping.

Her orgasm hit like a goddamn earthquake. 

She screamed, the sound strangled by the chokehold I had on her. Her whole body seized. Cunt strangling us both until we couldn’t move. She clamped so hard it was painful.

Delicious.

‘Good girl. Come for me. Come like the dirty little brat you are.’ I whispered against her face. I licked her tears while I praised her filth. The contrast had her writhing, her cunt dragging every drop of cum from us both.

I spilled first, my heat flooding her, groaning into her hair as I emptied myself. Jake followed, his hips stuttering. Filling her right alongside me until she overflowed with hot cum. It leaked with every thrust, soaking us all. 

My forehead pressed to hers. Her lips were damp, salty with sweat, and faintly sweet when I kissed her. 

‘Marry us,’ I gasped, ‘Both of you. Marry me.’

Sarah blinked through her tears, while Jake looked up at me with those baby-blues. ‘It’s not legal.’

‘I don’t give a fuck about paper. I want to tell the world you’re mine.’

‘Yes,’ Jake breathed, kissing me over Sarah’s shoulder, sandwiching her in our happiness.

I turned to Sarah. Still trembling, still bound. ‘And you?’

She grinned through her blissed-out haze.

‘Fuck me like that again, and you might just convince me.’