Before Colten has time to counter, Cameron guides my mouth to his cock. My lips pop open, letting him guide himself in. My lips stretch to fit his size, his heated focus observing my movements as my cheeks hollow to take him.
I want them. All three of them. And if Colten wants to play voyeur, I will give him something to watch.
My body is so needy, I’m quivering. My hands dart up to grip Cameron’s solid thighs for stability. I take him deeper, his length soft against my tongue.
My gaze magnetizes to his, and I watch the way his eyes darken when the tip of his dick punches the back of my throat. The first few tears roll down my feverish cheeks, leaving cold trails against my hot skin, but I don’t stop. He rewards me with his firm grip tightening in my hair while he releases a grumble that directly hits my clit.
“Goddamn. Look at how pretty she looks with her lips wrapped around your cock,” Brennan says, standing to stalk toward me.
Cameron tugs me off him, his dick withdrawing from my mouth with apop.
Is Colten really going to stand there this entire time? He told me he wouldn’t watch, yet here he is, utterly immobile at the edge of the living room with his feet glued to the floor.
I rise onto my knees for Brennan, reaching forward to cup his balls. My tongue twirls around the head of his cock, swiping up the bead at the top. He cups the back of my skull, holding my head hostage as he snaps his hips forward, fully filling my mouth. I choke around him as he finds a steady pace, moving in and out in a way that has wet sounds piercing the air.
My heart thunders against my ribs, trying to escape and fall between Brennan’s feet. Everything about this situation feels sinful, but I’ve never felt so confident. Self-assurance bubbles under my skin, popping, bursting, and driving me feral for these men.
I may be the one on my knees, but I hold the power to bring them to theirs.
My eyes magnetize to Colten’s as Brennan satiates himself in my mouth. His Adam’s apple bobs, a silent testament to the internal battle he’s facing.
“Are you going to check if she’s dripping on our carpet, Colt, or should I?” Cameron’s gruff voice comes from behind me.
Colten takes a step toward us, his first movement in the last few minutes beside his chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. His face is still hardened, but his expression sends a jolt of fear down my spine at his entranced state.
Another step.
And another.
Then his feet hit the carpet, and pure fright rolls through me, squashing whatever confidence was budding.
Never mind.
I can’t do this; I am way out of my league here.
Colten crouches to my level, his warm scent of cinnamon and leather with a hint of wood enveloping me and driving my senses wild. He drives me wild. Brennan may be stuffing my mouth, but my eyes slice to the side to collide with Colten’s.
His raspy voice has my insides coiling. “Are you soaked for my brothers, Little Ghost?”
A shock wave bolts through my body at his question, leaving me momentarily stunned. Well, it’s not a question exactly. A statement. Because he damn well knows that I’m melting for them.
The rough pad of Brennan’s thumb caresses my cheekbone. “Open your legs but keep your eyes on me.”
I am high on them. All of them. So, I do as he asks and reposition my knees on the floor.
Colten reaches between my thighs, sliding his fingers through my wet center. My eyes clamp shut as I moan around Brennan, feeling and hearing how wet I am when Colten slaps my pussy a few times.
“Fuck. She’s soaked,” Colten breathes.
“Shit.When you touch her like that, her moan vibrates through my cock,” Brennan sighs, tossing his head back.
Colten leans into my ear, his warm breath gliding down the slope of my neck. “Should we show them how you prefer to take cock?”
I nod.
Colten’s husky voice makes my clit ache and swell. “Sit on the couch, Bren,” Colten orders. “I’ll show you how Taryn prefers to be fucked.”
Brennan removes me from him, and I take a moment to suck a few deep breaths into my burning lungs. Now Cameron is the one watching us with his dick in his hand. Brennan crashes onto the couch, and I move between his legs, grabbing his cock again as he shifts to the edge of the sofa, nudging my lips with his head.
