A gasp slips out of me and my eyes fly open as I feel his lips against my neck. “How does that feel, Brook?”
“Am I required to tell you?” I whimper as he pushes one finger inside of me. He works it in and out.
“Yes, you’re required to tell me.”
I tilt my head back so I can look him in the eye, but my gaze drops to his full lips instead. “It feels good, I guess,” I manage to say.
“You guess?” He slides his finger out, then uses his whole hand to cover my slit and give it a firm squeeze. My eyes roll back in my head at the feeling. I'm so slick and wet, and I can feel how wet his fingers have become thanks to his exploring. My clit presses up against its hood. I’m starting to understand how this game works. “I thought we were being honest with each other, Brook.” I jump as he gives my pussy a harsh slap. It catches me off guard, but I definitely don’t hate it, especially when he does it again. I moan, my pussy soaking with a fresh wave of arousal.
He does it again and two more times before I grab his forearm, whimpering his name.
“Tell me again,” he says, his voice shockingly calm.
“It feels good.” I blink a few times, trying to breathe, when I realize Vaughn has suspended his game of fetch with Roger. The dog is still frolicking in the waves, but Vaughn seems frozen at the edge of the water. Shaw picks that exact moment to reach with his other hand to move my bikini top off my breast. He leans over me, drawing his tongue over my puckered nipple. I reach up and run my fingers over his fresh fade, holding him closer as he continues to suck on my breast.
Vaughn is watching us, the front of his shorts tenting out. His erection looks impressive from nearly twenty feet away. I almost laugh as he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, like he’s not sure if he’s hallucinating or if Shaw really is pushing two of his skilled fingers deep into my pussy while he switches to my other breast with his equally skilled tongue.
“Should we—” I try to speak, but he just fucks me harder with his fingers, adding a third. “Should we include Vaughn in the fun?”
Shaw looks up and I shiver as my wet nipple is exposed to the warm air. Then he looks back at me before sucking my nipple back into his mouth. His tongue swirls over the tip and a tiny orgasm rolls through me. This is already better than the pitful sex I had with Deek. I know Shaw feels the tremor because his fingers ease up on my clenching cunt and his mouth moves to my neck.
“Who says he isn’t having fun?”
“It just doesn’t seem fair.” Vaughn is still standing there, looking like a sexy math teacher, pushing his glasses up his nose again. He goes to adjust his erection, but stops himself at the last second and puts his hands on his hips. “Is he not allowed to touch himself without your permission?”
“He can do whatever he wants, but there are certain consequences if he touches himself without permission, yeah.”
“That’s cruel,” I moan as he lightly squeezes my clit.
“It’s what he asked for. Vaughn, come here.”
Vaughn walks over, coming up the beach with long, sexy strides. God, his legs drive me crazy. He should have been a model, not a patent lawyer.
“You rang?” he says, his voice thick. Poor guy is hard as a rock and I’m starting to see a little dark spot on the front of his fucking shorts.
“Brook thinks you feel left out.”
“I’m right here. Why would I feel left out?”
Shaw leans up and uses the hand that was knuckle-deep inside me to reach into Vaughn’s shorts. He doesn’t pull his dick out, but I watch Vaughn’s eyes fight to stay open as Shaw jerks him off beneath the fabric for a moment. He releases him and turns his fingers’ attention back to me.
“She’s worried about that, I think,” Shaw says.
“I like to wait,” Vaughn replies.
“As long as you’re happy,” I say.
“The view is better up close, though. You have a beautiful body, Brooklyn,” he says. His sincere compliment is nice to hear. It still trips me up a bit and I wonder if he speaks to everyone this way. “May I?” he asks Shaw.
“No, you may not. But you know what you can do.” Shaw breaks away from me again and I try not to complain. I’m glad I didn’t when he hooks his thumbs into his swim trunks and pulls them down to his thighs, releasing his monstrously large cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Vaughn licking his lips. I don’t blame him. Sucking dick isn’t even my favorite thing to do and I feel my mouth watering at the mere thought of wrapping my lips around that thing.
“Come here.”
Without hesitation, Vaughn drops to his knees and takes Shaw’s dick in his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate, swallowing the thing down. I watch as Shaw watches him, lightly scratching the back of Vaughn’s head as it bobs up and down. Vaughan’s glasses slide down his nose again, but there’s something so sexy about the way he keeps them on as he goes to work. I slide my fingers between my legs to ease the ache that Shaw has built up. I barely brush my clit before Shaw knocks my hand out of the way. He seemed so focused on Vaughn, I have no idea how he even saw my hand move.
“Move your fucking hand,” he says. I don’t know why, but his words sting a little. That emotion catches me off guard and I find myself frozen. I don’t mind rough, dirty talk at all and it’s sexy as hell coming from Shaw, but maybe in the moment, I’m not ready for that just yet. I drop my hands to my lap and feel myself retreat.
Shaw senses it immediately. He looks over at me and does a double take when he catches whatever my face is currently doing. He leans over and cups my neck, pulling me closer as he kisses my cheek and then my ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. He pulls back and looks me in the eye. “I want you to wait for me.”
