I happily accept what’s given, darting my own out as we sloppily kiss before I whimper because I’m so close.
“God, that fucking sound makes my dick hard,” Wells grinds out, wrapping his hand around Brody’s throat.
Cocks compete for space, stretching me in the best way as the sides of Wells’ ass indent with each thrust into Brody. It feels too good. Like nothing could ever be better. And I know it’s just as good for Brody because Brooks groans out, “Do that again, baby.”
I don’t know what he means until I feel Brody pull almost all the way out, rimming my cunt, teasing, before pushing himself back in until Brooks and I collectively moan.
They’re rubbing against each other inside me.
Fuck.
My clit’s throbbing as my hips rock and circle, begging for what they’re giving.
Wells moves his hand up Brody’s body, switching his touch between us before he grabs Brody’s chest, then mine. My nipples are hard against his palm, so I arch my back.
Which Brooks takes advantage of as he dives his hand down my sweaty spine all the way to the small of my back. I feel him press, forcing my pelvis forward, allowing Brody to go deeper.
“Oh fuck,” I grit out.
“Yeah,” he growls. “Brody needs more of this sweet cunt.”
Brody’s arms wrap around me, pulling me flush to him as beads of sweat drip down between my cleavage.
Our bodies collectively move closer, skin flush, before Wells and Brooks reach across Brody and me.
They hug us, gripping each other’s forearms.
There’s no space between any of us. Not even an inch. And it’s exactly the way we want it.
Brody’s pushing in and out of me as Wells moves faster, nipping at Brody’s neck.
I want to come so badly. So I roll my hips, pressing down onto each one of their cocks, almost the same way I would if I were riding one of them. My clit grazes Brody’s lower stomach, giving me just the hint of friction.
My eyelashes flutter, enjoying the feel of his hard stomach.
Brooks licks the back of my neck, flattening his tongue against my salty skin before sealing his mouth to it, marking me.
All there is, is this moment.
The sounds of our bodies and my wet cunt serve as the soundtrack for our depravity, and I’d like to listen to it on a loop.
We fuck and fuck, Brody and I staring into each other’s eyes, refusing to look away as our jaws slacken and my body climbs.
“I love you,” I hear Wells whisper into Brody’s ear, and it almost makes me come on the spot.
“Baby,” Brooks whines behind me, his hand grabbing any and every part of my body. “You’re perfect.”
We’re all there at the precipice of heaven.
Brody shoves his hand down between us, letting his fingers press to my clit, playing with it.
My stomach caves as I plead to him with my eyes.
I’m moving faster, but the guys stay in constant rhythm, just fucking every hole.
Brody and I are locked on each other, and I know Brooks and Wells are the same. I can feel it.
“Fuck.” Brooks grunts. “I’m coming in this sweet ass.”
