It’s chaste, but it makes me blush because then he comes up to my ear and says, “Thanks for saying yes.”
I’m kissed again, this time his lips lingering against mine before he pulls away and scrapes his bottom one with his teeth.
That whole saying, “made my heart skip a beat,” makes complete sense now because, man, he’s charming and easy on the eyes.
Brooks stares into my eyes for one more beat before he turns back to Brody, and I do the same to Wells while keeping an eye out for my next move.
My eyes are on Brooks as he reaches inside Brody’s shorts, and I can tell he’s touching Brody. And not just because of the pained groan that falls from Brody’s lips, but because I recognize the motion Brooks did with our hands earlier.
He’s stroking Brody’s cock.
But before it goes too far, he tugs Brody’s shorts, pulling them down on one side before Brody helps with the rest.
I do the same, but add in letting my fingers feel over the Jacob’s ladder again before I wrap my palm around Wells.
“Damn, it’s so good,” Wells breathes out seriously, but stops my hand. “Not wet enough.”
I must look confused because Brooks chimes in, “You can’t just start jerking a guy off until you get it wet. It’s more painful than pleasurable.”
There’s an “oh” look on my face, which grows even more surprised when Brooks looks down and spits on Brody’s cock.
Brody grips the back of Brooks’ head, their eyes locked. My pulse begins racing as I stare at Brody’s incredibly tense jaw before Brooks begins slowly stroking that beautiful cock between them.
“Whoa,” I whisper.
My clit surges to life, throbbing. But I try to stay on target, looking back at Wells, not exactly athim, more like atit.
His thick cock bobs heavily against his stomach, the tip shining up at me.
My mouth is too dry for this level of kink. I’ve been too awed all night.How do I even make enough spit? He’s so big. Fuck me.
I’m deep in another batch of spiraling thoughts when I feel Wells lift my hand from around his dick before he licks my palm.
It’s animalistic and filthy. His whole tongue flattens over my palm, making me swallow hard.
Just as he stops, my body jumps because I feel a rush of warmth between my legs. I’m wet. Like actually.
I know what to do. I’m supposed to run my hand down his shaft…to follow the leader. But that’s not what happens.
Instead, I drop to my knees and look up, saying, “You get it wet,” before I open my mouth.
“Fuck” is deeply and gutturally drawn out at the same time by every man.
It’s appropriate because that’s exactly what I want. To get my mouth fucked.
chapter eleven
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You ate mine. I eat yours.
“Down,” Brody growls, and Brooks joins me.
The minute his knees hit the ground, Brooks forces me to look at him. But I can see all of them. Wells and Brody stare down at me like ticking time bombs, and Brooks directly back at me with so much fire in his eyes that they’ve gone from ocean blue to molten lava.
“I’m only gonna ask this once,” Brooks rasps. “Do you want to swallow?”
His words pull me out of my horny stupor, and I shrug. “I don’t know. Do I? What does it taste like?”
