“I think she needs it faster. What do you think, Hunt?” Saylor asks, and Hunter growls.
“Stop playing, Saylor, or I’ll come over there and do it myself.”
“Agreed,” North comments.
“Oh, they’re all so needy for you, but my fingers are the ones that are deep inside you right now. Say it, Slo… say my name,” Saylor whispers in my ear, pushing his fingers deep, making me moan his name. “That’s it.”
He fingers me hard now, his thumb on my clit, and my legs tremble while my hands grab his forearm to keep myself upright, whimpering and gasping. But every time I’m close, Saylor slows down again, denying me what I need.
North has had it and steps up to us, pulling me out of Saylor’s grasp, his fingers gliding out of me. North sets me on the kitchentable and steps between my legs, which open automatically for him.
“I’ll give you what you need, baby,” he growls out, and I pull his head down to me so I can kiss him. His lips are like a drug, numbing my thinking brain.
ButI fucking crave more.
All I can think of is the feel of his tongue stroking mine and his hands on my ass, kneading me like he wants to take a bite.
He breaks the kiss and sinks to his knees in front of me, and the sight is heady, even after all these years.
North Jones is on his knees for me.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders and attacks my pussy the same way he’s always treats me, firmly but gently. The feel of his tongue parting my lips and dipping inside is like nothing else, purely North. He licks and sucks every part of my pussy, his arms holding me so still I can’t move, even when my legs start to tremble and I have to lean back on the table.
When his tongue circles my clit, a gasp rips out of me, and I squirm under his touch, my fingers gripping the table. My body is overstimulated, but he keeps going until I gush all over his face.
Fuck.
I have to keep my head raised so it doesn’t dangle off the edge, watching North as he stands, using the back of his hand to get rid of the wetness coating his face.
“Lay your head back for me,” Saylor commands, the palm of his hand on the back of my head.
I look up at him and watch him bite his lip. I can’t say no to anything he wants, so I lay my head back, my mouth aligning with his cock.
He grips himself and lets the head of his cock, which is already leaking pre-cum, glide over my slightly open lips.
“Open for me, Boo, let me fuck this pretty face.” He strokes my cheek with his thumb, and I do as I’m told, opening my mouth for him and pushing out my tongue.
He slides inside with small thrusts, gently getting farther every time he enters, and I try to control my breathing, try to relax my throat to take him deeper.
“Attagirl. Fuck, that’s so hot,” Nash praises from my other side, his hands on my thighs, pushing them apart, and shortly after a cock enters my pussy.
I moan around Saylor’s cock, and when Nash’s calloused hands reach up to squeeze my tits and play with my nipples while he thrusts into me in tandem with Saylor, I’m in fucking heaven.
“Relax your throat, Slo,” Saylor commands, panting, and I try to return to the relaxed state from before, but it’s difficult while being fucked from two directions, my body thrumming on the edge. My clit is being rubbed at the same time, pushing me closer to the edge. There are even more hands on me now, and I’ve no idea who is who because I can’t look while still being choked by Saylor’s cock.
I force myself to relax, to swallow around him, and Saylor groans when he slides so deep inside my throat that my chin hits his pelvis. “Holy fucking shit,” he curses and starts to thrust faster while I breathe through my nose, tears filling my eyes, saliva building and dripping out of the corners of my mouth.
North’s hand comes to my throat, holding it, stroking my pulse point.
“Good fucking girl.”
Saylor pulls out of me, leaving me spluttering and panting, at the same time Nash pulls out. Nash tugs me up to sit, and Hunter throws him a kitchen towel to clean up my face.
“You did amazing, pretty girl. That tight little pussy almost made me lose my mind,” he tells me, stroking my cheek.
“Just almost?” I pant, and he snickers.
“Oh, we’re not done yet. We’re just taking turns, brotherly sharing.” He grins, helping me off the table.
