One of my hands finds the headboard again, unable to hold myself up while Nash is nibbling and circling my clit, making it impossible to think straight.
“Here, let me help,” Saylor whispers, his hand finding the breast I’m not holding. My nipple prickles while Nash sucks on my clit again, and just like that, I fall over the edge, trembling, my thighs closing on their own. Nash snickers, his breath on my clit making me shudder some more.
He puts his hands on my hips again and lifts me down his body so I’m straddling his hips and probably making a mess out of his clothes.
He sits up to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips. “Did it tingle?” He chuckles, a boyish grin all over his face. I can only nod like a bobblehead. “Brother, you watched this?”
“He helped,” I press out. Nash’s eyes widen, making me question if that was maybe a step too far.
“Did he now? How?” Nash asks, the grin still on his face, so the tension leaves me as I lean into him.
“He touched my nipples,” I admit, feeling myself blushing.
“Would only be fair to return the favor and help you out a little bit, don’t you think, Say?” Nash asks, scooting back to sit propped up against the headboard.
“What do you mean?” Saylor and I ask at the same time, but Nash pulls me to him and manhandles me so I’m sitting in his lap, my back against his chest.
He puts my legs over his, spreading me wide. “Come on, Say. I don’t think you’ve had your breakfast today.”
“Fuck yes.” Saylor’s eyes drop with desire as he lays down in front of us, his face just inches from my pussy.
Oh my God, is this really happening?
Nash’s hands find my breasts, kneading them while Saylor lets his tongue glide up my pussy in one long stroke, making me gasp. I let my head fall back on Nash’s shoulder.
With each pass of his tongue, my heart races, and my breath shudders when Nash starts to pinch my nipples.
But I need more.
My hand wanders to my pussy, and I use my fingers to spread myself open, laying my clit bare for Saylor. He grins up at me and licks over the nub, making my whole body tremble.
“Wait, let me,” Nash whispers against my ear, and his hand sneaks under mine, spreading me for Saylor while his other hand still rolls my nipple.
“Oh my God,” I breathe out, grabbing Nash’s forearm to anchor myself somehow while he nibbles on my earlobe, and Saylor doesn’t stop licking me, the tingling relentless while he glides his fingers inside me.
Fuck me.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful. Every inch of you is perfection,” Nash whispers while his hard-on presses into my back. “I have no idea what you’re doing, brother, but you’re doing it right. She’s so damn close.”
He’s right. The second orgasm is building, sweat forming on my forehead, and my whole body is tensing up, but I can’t move because Nash is holding me to him with a firm grip. “Fuck, I think I—” I start, but I can’t finish because I do finish, shattering and trembling, moaning loudly while Saylor still licks and fingers me, not stopping until I come down from my high.
“Attagirl,” Nash whispers in my ear, making another shiver run down my neck.
The room is silent, but my panting is interrupted by a knock on the door.
Fuck, was I that loud?
“Nash, we need to head out,” Hunter’s voice is muffled from the other side of the door.
“Do we let him in?” Nash asks mischievously, making me shiver.
My heart sinks.
Both of them?
Saylor lets a finger glide up and down my still-spread pussy, making me shudder.
All three of them?
