“You’re going to eat her pussy, and you won’t stop until her juices are running down your face.”
Tate fucking smiles and Abby steps closer, dropping to her knees. She grips his shoulders as she swings one leg over him, making her skirt ride up, and Levi groans from behind her.
“I can see the back of her pussy. You didn’t tell us you were not wearing underwear, Masked Snack.”
Abby doesn’t answer Levi; instead, she shuffles up Tate’s body, and his hands grip her waist as she hovers over his face. I move above Tate’s head and kneel, so Abby can brace herself on my shoulders. Levi gets down on his knees as well, and when his hand reaches for the button on Tate’s pants, a growl vibrates through my chest. His shoulders shake with silent laughter.Abby has always been ours, but Tate, he is fuckingmine. The thought of sharing him with Abby doesn’t bother me, but for some weird reason the thought of Levi touching him has me wanting to punch him in the face. At least people could tell us apart for a little while if I gave him a black eye.
Levi ignores me and undresses Tate from the waist down. Abby moans, and I switch my attention back to her. She rolls her hips and Tate lets out a muffled groan, his fingers curling slightly as he clings to her.
Tate moves her hips faster and pulls her down harder against his face.
“Looks like our man knows how to eat pussy,”Levi says, clearly taunting me.
I bet he has a smug-ass smile under his mask, so I flip him off to show I know exactly what he is doing. But he doesn’t stop there.
Levi pulls out his cock and wraps a hand around his shaft, while using the other hand to flip me off again. He steps over Tate and kneels, then pulls the back of Abby’s skirt right up over her ass, all so he can palm the globe of her ass cheek with one hand while stroking himself with the other.
At the contact, Abby’s whimpers grow louder.
To keep myself from pummeling my brother, I lean forward and grab the hem of Abby’s loose, off-the-shoulder shirt and pull it over her head. Fuck yes, her sheer, lacy bra covers next to nothing, and I rub my thumb over her nipple.
Abby tries to lift herself from Tate’s face, but he pulls her back down hard.
Levi raises his mask and spits on his fingers, then brings them to her ass.
“Oh fuck,”she says.
Removing Abby’s hands from my shoulders, I ease her forward and place them on the ground, then move around behind Levi, where he is straddling Tate’s chest. Taking off my mask could ruin everything, I need to taste this man who has been invading my thoughts. I slide it to the top of my head and wrap my hand around his cock. As I lean down to take it into my mouth, his hips buck up and I take him as far as I can while pumping my hand up and down.
Abby’s distorted noises fill the air, her body tightening as she nears the edge.I suck Tate hard until Abby orgasms.
“That’s it, come all over his face, drown him,”Levi says.
I pull off Tate’s cock. He isn’t coming just yet—I have other plans for him.
I slip the mask back down, and when I stand, Levi is helping Abby to her feet.
Tate tries to push up, but Abby places a foot on his chest.
“Not so fast, I brought a surprise,”Abby says, holding her hand out to Levi.
He pulls a blindfold out of his pocket and hands it to her.
She takes it and hands it to Tate, who slips it over his head.
“No peeking, or this all ends.”
He nods at her, and she kneels back down. Both Levi and I are watching so we can follow her lead. Our filming setup last time was easier since we had the use of the security cameras; this time we only have the small devices we are all wearing on necklaces around our necks. We don’t know how good the footage will be, but it beats running with our phones.
Abby helps Tate remove his shirt, and he shivers as she rakes her nails down over his abs. She settles herself between Tate’s legs and removes her mask, so both Levi and I take ours off as well and place them next to hers.
Abby leans in, her mouth taking him slowly, and Tate lets out a low moan. Then his head falls back as a sharp breath followed by a sigh escapes him, and his hands dig into the grass beside him.
She pulls away and presses a kiss to his lower stomach. Then another kiss higher, as she works her way upward. Her mouth trails over his skin, stopping only long enough to make his breathing hitch.
Levi’s fingers glide along Tate’s arms, tracing over his shoulders and down his chest. My jaw tightens at the sight, but I appreciate how he is respecting my boundaries, even if I haven’t spoken them out loud. Slowly, I drag my fingertips along the inside of Tate’s thigh. I start low, inching higher, then stop. I trace the same path again, my nails barely scraping his skin.
“Fuck,” Tate breathes. “Oh . . . god . . . fuck.”
