“My turn,” Jesse says when I pull out, spent.
My brother produces his own condom, then flips Callie over so she’s on her hands and knees. The sight of her like that, flushed and ready, makes my vision blur.
Jesse slides into her from behind while I kneel in front, and this time when she takes me in her mouth. Even though I just came, I know I’m not going to last long.
“Holy fuck,” Jesse pants, his hands gripping her hips.
“Looks incredible too,” Wyatt adds, watching with dark eyes.
When Jesse starts thrusting harder, Callie moans around my cock, and the vibration of her mouth nearly finishes me.
“I’m close,” I warn her, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she looks up at me and takes me deeper.
I come with a shout that probably scares wildlife for miles, and she swallows every drop like a champ.
Jesse follows soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he comes with a bellow.
This time, she rides Wyatt while Jesse and I kneel on either side of her, her hands roaming over both of us. She’s perfect, moving like she was made for this, made for us.
When it’s over, we collapse in a tangled heap, all of us breathing hard and covered in sweat.
“Holy shit,” Callie breathes.
“Ditto,” Wyatt says, as wrecked as the rest of us.
“That was...” she starts, then stops. “I don’t have words.”
“Good words or bad words?” I ask.
“Good words. Definitely good words.”
“Thank God,” Jesse mutters, pulling her closer. “I was worried we’d traumatized you.”
“The only thing you’ve traumatized is my ability to think straight.”
“Mission accomplished,” I say, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
We lie there in comfortable silence, our breathing gradually returning to normal. Callie’s head is on my chest, her arm thrown across Jesse’s waist, her legs tangled with Wyatt’s.
“So,” she says after a while. “What happens now?”
“We do it again?” Wyatt says.
“How?”
“Very carefully,” Jesse suggests.
“Very quietly,” I add.
“Very deliberately,” Wyatt finishes.
“Can we do this? All of us, together?”
“We just did,” I point out.
“I mean, you know… again.”
“I don’t know,” Wyatt admits. “But I’d like to try.”
