I lean down to whisper in Harper’s ear. “I bet he comes in his shorts by the count of ten.”
Harper smiles up at me before she rests her cheek against my chest. We watch Sidney moving way too much on poor Brewster.
“If you want to put on a show, we’re more than happy to watch.” Luke sits back on the couch facing the bed. “We could even give you some helpful critiques.”
“You could join in.” Sidney pinches her nipples and then drags one of Brewster’s hands between her breasts.
Sweat rolls down Brewster’s temples. When she shifts, he lets out a loud groan. Harper buries her face into my chest and her silent laughter ripples through me.
“I don’t mean to frighten your poor virgin.” Sidney gives us a fake pout.
“She’s probably wondering if that’s it.” Luke comes over next to us. “She’s used to a hell of a lot more foreplay.”
Harper turns her head to look over at Luke.
Sidney glares down at Brewster, before her smile softens. She slides down the bed and drags Brewster’s spunk-filled boxers off him. He rises on his elbows to look at his now flaccid dick.
“I can show your little virgin how to take care of a real man.”
I snort back a laugh. Yeah, Harper doesn’t need any help with that and she’s seen better than Brewster.
“Go ahead.” Luke takes Harper’s hand and weaves his fingers with hers. He waves his other hand. “I’m sure this will be educational for all of us.”
“Dude, you guys are going to watch?” Brewster’s left eyebrow rises. Poor guy is probably getting performance anxiety and won’t be able to get it up. I narrow my eyes at him just to make him even more anxious.
“Oh baby, if you want to play with cheerleaders, you have to know we love to perform.” Sidney blows a kiss to Luke before kneeling in front of Brewster’s semi-hard dick.
Luke brushes his hand over Harper’s hair. Her brown eyes turn to him. “Don’t worry, princess, you won’t see anything you haven’t before. Well, except for a small dick.”
Brewster’s face reddens, but he knows he can’t really say anything. Especially to us. When Sidney draws his dick into her mouth, he looks like he got an electric shock to his junk. He sits upright and pushes his hands into the bed behind him.
As to technique, Sidney has some talent for sucking cock, but she doesn’t quite capture the enthusiasm Harper gives. This looks like a chore to her, something she has to do to get to the part where she gets something out of it.
I’ve touched our girl when she goes down on us. Sucking cock arouses Harper so much she drips with wetness. Making me want to lick every drop until she comes on my tongue. That’s a good idea.
Harper must feel me getting hard against her because she lifts a questioning eyebrow to me. I lean down to put my lips against her earlobe.
“Thinking of how good you taste when you go down on us. We need to find a little corner of our own to play in. Somewhere less crowded.”
Her breath catches and her brown eyes stare up at mine. Yeah, she’s down to play. I glance at Luke. When he realizes I’m looking at him, he turns and looks down at Harper. Our girl obviously wants us. His eyebrows rise slightly before he nods and turns back to watch Sidney.
“Watch, little nympho,” I whisper in Harper’s ear.
Brewster’s mouth is wide open, and he’s trying to keep from coming again. I mean, if Sidney’s technically correct but mind-numbing blow job gets him there, good for him. If he could see what Harper can do, he’d probably jizz all over himself again. But I won’t be cruel enough to show him what he’s missing.
Harper is all ours. I won’t put her on display to prove a point.
Luke might at some point, but he gets off on that. It won’t be tonight though, because he needs Harper fully aware for punishment.Not tipsy or drunk. Because I’m pretty sure our girl will get off on the humiliation too.
Brewster grunts.
“Dude, at least try to hold back,” I say out loud. “Have some fucking self-control.”
Brewster groans and comes in Sidney’s mouth. She sits back and swallows with a satisfied grin on her face. I’m pretty sure Brewster could come from his pants rubbing his johnson in the right way, so that’s not a win in her column.
“Well, if you two are finished.” Luke gestures to the door.
Sidney’s face scrunches like that girl who wanted more inWilly Wonka. Not a good look for either girl. “This is my room, Luke Foster.”
