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Chapter 18 - Brothers

It came through her private line.

"Two clients. Discreet. Bi, experienced. Intimacy-focused. Seeking connection, not performance. Must be emotionally intelligent. Chemistry is everything."

There was a note attached:

"They've been together forever. But never crossed a certain line. They want to cross it. With you."

Mika's heart skipped when she read it.

She didn't ask too many questions.

She just said yes.

The address was a quiet penthouse suite in a converted townhouse. Black-and-white art hung on the walls. Jazz played low, warm as bourbon. When she stepped inside, they were already waiting.

Julian opened the door. Late thirties, lean, sharp-featured, impeccably dressed in a charcoal button-down. His eyes scanned Mika with calm intensity — like he was memorizing her already.

Noel followed behind. Slightly younger, broader, more relaxed — a quiet power to him, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease, hair falling into his eyes.

They weren't brothers by blood. But something about them felt bonded — mirrored, magnetic. Like they moved in the same rhythm, breathed in the same tempo.

"Mika," Julian said softly, taking her hand.

"She's perfect," Noel added, voice warm.

She was used to clients hiding hunger behind politeness. But these two were different. The hunger was there — but so was reverence. They wanted her for something sacred. Something precise.

She stepped in, letting her robe fall.

Underneath, black lace clung to her curves. Bare thighs, soft skin, nipples already peaked beneath the mesh.

Julian smiled.

Noel bit his lip.

They didn't pounce.

They circled her — slowly, deliberately — like she was art they were deciding how to touch.

Julian stood behind her, whispering against her ear. "You smell like sin."

Noel stepped forward, unbuttoning her lace slowly. "Or salvation."

Together, they peeled her out of it — hands grazing, mouths brushing. Julian kissed her neck from behind. Noel knelt and kissed her thigh.

She trembled between them.

And then they touched each other.

It was subtle at first — Julian's hand brushing Noel's as they unfastened her bra. A glance. A moment held too long.

Then Julian leaned in and kissed him.

Just a breath of a kiss — soft, unsure.

Noel responded. Kissed back.

Mika's breath caught.

They were exploring something that had long existed between them but never spoken aloud. And she was the witness. The anchor. The spark.

She reached out and touched them both — hands resting on each chest.

Julian kissed her, tasting of nerves and need. Noel moved behind her now, mirroring Julian's earlier position, kissing her neck, letting his hands run down her ribs, over her hips, between her thighs.

Mika's body was alight — cocooned in heat, worshipped from both sides.

They moved her gently toward the bed.

She lay back on the soft sheets, legs parted, heart racing.

Julian and Noel kneeled beside her — one on each side — hands exploring, lips trailing. They kissed her breasts, her stomach, her hips, slowly, deliberately. Their mouths took turns.

Then their mouths met again — this time deeper.

Watching two men kiss, their mouths wet from kissing her, was a heat Mika didn't know she'd craved. Their hunger was mirrored — for her, for each other.

Noel leaned down and kissed her inner thigh. Julian joined him, opposite side. Their mouths moved closer, synchronized.

Then together, they kissed her pussy.

Mika cried out — loud, involuntary. Her hips jerked. Their tongues flicked in harmony — licking, teasing, switching positions.

Julian sucked her clit while Noel slowly fingered her — two fingers deep, curling just right.

She came fast.

Hard.

Her whole body arched, thighs closing around their heads, breath gone, moaning their names.

They didn't stop.

Noel kissed Julian again — Mika's wetness still on both their lips. Julian reached for Mika's thighs and opened them wider.

Noel stood, undressed the rest of the way. His cock was thick, heavy, already hard. Julian followed, equally impressive, taut with restraint.

"Who first?" Julian asked, eyes locked on Mika.

Mika sat up, flushed and panting.

"Both."

They kissed her again — then Noel climbed onto the bed and lay down. Mika straddled him, sinking onto his cock slowly, moaning as she took every inch.

Julian moved behind her — hands gripping her waist, kissing her shoulder, watching her ride his best friend.

Mika ground her hips in slow, deliberate circles. Noel groaned, his hands gripping her thighs.

Julian stroked himself, watching them.

Then, gently, he reached between Mika's cheeks and teased her there — just a finger, slick with lube he'd silently pulled from the nightstand.

Mika gasped, shivering.

"I want to be inside you too," Julian whispered. "Will you let me?"

Mika's head dropped back against his shoulder. "Yes."

He took his time — prepping her slowly, gently stretching her, whispering encouragement.

When he finally pressed in — slow, patient — she was shaking.

Two cocks.

One in her pussy. One in her ass.

Her body stretched, filled, overwhelmed.

They moved in tandem — Noel beneath her, thrusting slow and deep, Julian behind her, matching the rhythm.

The heat. The stretch. The fullness.

Mika moaned loud, feral, lost to sensation.

Julian leaned forward and kissed Noel again — over her shoulder — as their bodies moved inside her.

Julian's breath was hot against her neck. Noel's hands gripped her thighs tighter. Their bodies rocked into her from both directions, a slow, deliberate rhythm that blurred the line between restraint and surrender.

Mika couldn't form words anymore.

Just sounds.

Low, broken moans. Shivering gasps. Sharp cries when they moved deeper, harder.

Julian kissed the curve of her shoulder. "You're doing so well…"

Noel looked up from beneath her. "You feel incredible. I don't ever want to leave this body."

Mika's fingers dug into Noel's chest. Every inch of her felt lit, trembling, consumed.

And then — they paused.

Julian pulled out first, letting Mika collapse forward onto Noel's chest. He held her gently, stroking her back while her breathing slowed.

But she wasn't done.

She looked up between them, eyes dazed, lips swollen. "More."

Julian smirked. "Tell us how you want it."

She pointed to the edge of the bed. "Julian. Sit."

He obeyed — leaning back against the headboard, legs open, cock still hard, glistening.

Mika knelt between his legs and took him into her mouth — slowly, with purpose.

Julian groaned — one hand in her hair, the other gripping the edge of the bed as she swirled her tongue around his tip, then slid him deep into her throat.

Noel watched, hard again, panting.

Then — without hesitation — he moved behind Mika and began to eat her out from behind.

She choked a moan onto Julian's cock.

Noel's tongue moved in long, slow strokes between her legs, savoring every drip of arousal, his hands spreading her wider.

Julian watched him. "You like how she tastes?"

Noel looked up, eyes glazed. "Addicted."

Julian pulled Mika off his cock for a moment, guiding her to turn around.

"I want to watch you fuck her," he said to Noel. "While I'm in her mouth."

They moved her like water — positioned her on hands and knees between them.

Noel knelt behind her and slid in slow — wet, smooth, deep. Mika moaned loud, clutching Julian's thighs. Julian guided his cock into her mouth again.

They moved together — Mika rocked forward to take Julian deeper, then back to grind against Noel's thrusts.

Julian's voice was low, tight. "Look at her take us."

"She's perfect," Noel panted. "Everywhere. Fuck."

The rhythm built — faster, harder. Mika's body tensed, another orgasm rising fast. Her moans vibrated around Julian's cock. Noel groaned as her pussy clenched around him.

She came hard — full-body spasms, tears running down her cheeks. Still sucking. Still taking Noel deep.

Julian almost lost it. He pulled out, gripping himself. "Open your mouth."

Mika obeyed.

He came on her tongue, groaning her name, fingers tight in her hair.

Seconds later, Noel's hands clamped down on her hips — and he spilled inside her with a broken, guttural moan.

They collapsed together — tangled, breathless, sweating.

Mika lay between them, boneless, dazed, floating.

Noel kissed her shoulder.

Julian kissed her neck.

Then they kissed each other — longer this time. Slower. No hesitation now. Just gratitude and heat.

Mika watched them, lips parting, chest rising.

She had been the key.

The permission.

The bridge between tension and release.

And now they were different.

So was she.

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