“How about we just chill?”
I raise my brows, wanting more explanation. So he provides it.
“Let’s slow everything down, get more comfortable with each other, and just see where it goes?”
I like the idea. A lot. But I’m me, so my lips part to apologize. Except I don’t get it out because Brody stops me.
“Don’t say it. Ever again.” He brings his face closer to mine. “If I hear you apologize again for having a basic need, I’ll put you over my knee, Margot.”
I know my cheeks are red. Bright fucking red. But the thought of my ass that color is too tempting to pass up.I have always wanted to try it.
So with a giggle, I blurt out, “Sorry.”
When he frowns, I say it again, then again, then again until they catch on to what I’m doing, and I get tickled.
Instead of moaning, the room is filled with my laughter and curses before we find ourselves snuggled around each other, asking silly questions, in between them asking hotter ones, like, “Have you ever done anal?” and “What’s a switch?”
It’s not until hours have passed and we’ve shared another beer each that Brooks looks over at Brody and motions with his head. They wordlessly slide off the bed as I watch from where my head’s lying on Wells’ chest.
“What are they doing?” I whisper as Wells runs his fingertips up and down my arm.
“Remember what I told you? They put on a helluva shower show.”
I lick my lips, my eyes not leaving the glass shower. It can’t be a coincidence that we have a perfect view. I’m fixated as the steam rises, and both men remove their shorts and step in nude.
The water washes over their sculpted bodies, dripping over taut pecs and down their defined abs as they take turns wetting each other’s hair.
The world around me feels hazy as I admire them.
A song from my playlist begins to play, and I smile because I didn’t even realize Wells was choosing one.
“Honey, I” begins to play soulfully as another kiss is pressed to my temple before Wells’ deep voice ignites every fucking nerve in my body.
“This is for you as much as it is for them. Brooks is gonna fuck him so you can watch, Cherry.” I suck in a breath as he adds, “So touch yourself.”
I breathe back out heavily, thinking back to the way they first stared at each other tonight. How intense and sexy it was. Then back to the first time I saw them.
All those feelings, all the lust builds, as my eyes stay locked in place.
“Spread your legs,” Wells whispers, shifting in closer to my body.
I do, slowly, as Brody runs his hands over the sides of Brooks’ face, wiping away water. Their lips meet, their wet bodies flush against each other as they kiss deeply.
There’s the click of a bottle cap before Wells says, “Fingers.”
He pours lube on the two I offer, then slides a finger under my panties, lifting them for me as he adds, “Go on. Show me how you like it.”
He wants me to fuck myself.
While I watch them and he watches me.
But instead of second-guessing anything, I just do it. I tuck my hand inside my underwear, gliding my wet fingers through the soft tuft of hair on my pussy and over my clit before I start to massage.
The music’s on loop, building and cresting, as my arm moves up and down.
Somehow, this act feels the right kind of dirty. With my legs spread, watching two people fuck as I get off, hidden under my panties.
I’m panting; I can hear myself. Wells coaxes my head to the side as he trails kisses behind my ear and down my neck.
