Chapter 32: Veiled Submission
The attic air, thick with the scent of lily’s perfume and Briana’s sweat, crackled. “Tell me you want this,” Lily whispered against Briana’s mouth, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Briana’s tights. Briana’s gasp was a sharp, hungry sound, her hips arching off the velvet duvet. “I want it.” Downstairs, Grant’s hand tightened around his cock, his eyes glued to the screen where Lily’s palm cupped Briana’s sex through the fabric. “Fucking look at that,” he breathed, his thumb smearing pre-come over the head. Tristan watched, his own strokes slower, methodological, cataloging the dilation of Briana’s pupils, the tremor in her thighs. “She’s so wet for her already,” Lily moaned into Briana’s neck, peeling the tights down with agonizing slowness. The first touch of Lily’s fingers on bare skin made Briana cry out, a raw, unfiltered sound that Grant mirrored with a choked groan. “I need to taste you,” Lily growled, shifting down the bed, her lips leaving a hot trail down Briana’s stomach. When her tongue first lashed against Briana’s clit, Briana’s back bowed, her fingers snarling in the midnight curls fanned across Lily’s shoulders. “Oh god, right there,” she begged, the words slurry and broken. Grant pumped his fist faster, his other hand gripping the edge of the desk. “Suck that pretty cunt, Lily,” he whispered to the screen, his voice gritty with lust. Tristan leaned closer, his breath fogging the monitor as Lily drove two fingers deep inside, Briana’s tight channel clenching around them. The wet, filthy sounds of Lily eating her out filled the attic, and the brothers’ synchronized stroking grew frantic, desperate. “She’s gonna come,” Tristan stated, a clinical observation ruined by the ragged edge in his voice. Briana’s climax hit with a silent scream, her body seizing, a sheen of sweat glistening on her caramel skin. Lily rode her through it, relentless, until Briana collapsed, boneless and trembling. On the monitor, Lily looked directly at the hidden lens, her smile victorious, and licked her fingers clean. Grant came with a harsh gasp, stripes of white hitting the keyboard, his eyes rolling back. Tristan followed, a low groan escaping his clenched teeth as he emptied himself onto the floor, his gaze locked on Briana’s spent, beautiful face. “Soon,” Grant panted, wiping his hand on his jeans, “that’s all ours.”