“Please,” she gasps, and I hook my fingers to pull them down her legs.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, pressing kisses to her inner thighs.
When I finally put my mouth on her sweet pussy, she arches off the blanket with a cry that makes my brothers groan. She’s wet and ready, and the taste of her makes me dizzy.
“Boone,” she pants. “Oh God, yes.”
I work her with my tongue while Jesse and Wyatt take turns kissing her, touching her, whispering things in her ear that make her writhe beneath us.
When she comes the first time, it’s with my name on her lips and her thighs trembling around my head. I could die happy right here.
But we’re nowhere near done.
Jesse’s the first to strip completely, and when Callie sees him naked, her eyes go wide.
“Damn,” she breathes.
“You like what you see?” he asks with his typical cocky grin.
“Very much,” she says, reaching for him.
Wyatt and I follow suit, and then we’re all naked under the stars, nothing between us but desire and cool night air.
“I want to touch you,” Callie says, and we let her explore, her hands mapping every inch of us while we fight to maintain control.
When she wraps her hand around Jesse’s cock, he nearly explodes.
“Careful, pretty girl,” he warns. “I’m already hanging by a thread.”
“Good,” she says, stroking him slowly. “I like you desperate.”
She takes turns touching all of us, her hands and mouth driving us mad until I finally growl, “Enough. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she says immediately. “Please.”
I produce a condom from my wallet—thank God one of us was thinking ahead—and roll it on with clumsy hands.
“You good?” I ask her one more time.
“I’ve never been good-er,” she laughs, and guides me to her entrance.
When I slip inside, taking my time, we all groan—me because she feels incredible, Callie because I fill her perfectly, and Jesse and Wyatt because watching is so fucking hot.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, and I start to thrust, slow and deep, filling every corner of her.
Jesse positions himself so she can take him in her mouth while I’m inside her, and Wyatt places himself where she can stroke him with her free hand.
The sounds she makes sucking Jesse’s cock while I’m inside her blow my mind. When I accidentally elbow Jesse in the ribs, he yelps and retaliates by shoving me.
“Ouch, dude. Watch it,” Jesse complains, rubbing his side.
“Sorry,” I laugh. “Hazard duty over here.”
“Less talking,” Callie demands, pulling all of us back to her. “More… fucking.”
“Yes, ma’am,” we say in unison, which makes her laugh.
We find our rhythm after that, moving together like we’ve done this before. When I bring her to the edge again, she lets go of Jesse long enough to scream my name.
