Page 53 of Amber: Deja Brew

“I think it does,” Wes argues, blowing some hot air on my wet folds. I wiggle my ass, but he seems perfectly happy to stay between my thighs and not do anything.

“Wes, please lick my clit,” I beg. “I’m so frustrated. It’s not fair for you to seduce me and then leave me wanting.”

“You think that’s what I’m doing, little bear?” Wes asks.

“That’s what you guys have been doing for the last two days,” I complain. “Making me want you and then tucking me into bed fully clothed. You assholes.”

“Assholes, huh?” Wes chuckles, wiggling his finger inside me.

“Oh yes, just like that,” I moan.

“Did you call us assholes, Amber?” Chase asks.

“Yes, I did. But I didn’t mean to say it out loud,” I complain.

“I’d like to fuck your asshole,” Chase says.

“You want to stick your cock in my ass?” I gasp. “Do you think it will fit? Will it hurt?”

Wes chuckles. “You won’t get to find out today. We’re taking it slow.”

“No, we’re not. I told you, Wes. I’m tired of taking it slow. I want to fuck all three of you.”

“Fine,” Wes agrees. “But no anal.”

“Okay, this is taking way too long,” Chase groans. “Put Amber down on the table, and I’ll show you how to make her scream.”

“I can make her scream louder than you can,” Wes says.

“Oh yeah, Bear? Prove it!” And that’s the last thing my mind registers before Wes proceeds to lick, suck, and occasionally graze his teeth over my clit.

The whole time he’s pleasuring me, I keep blurting out everything I’m thinking—telling him to go faster, or slower, or just like that. Narrating every single thing I feel. But then I’m coming and screaming, and none of it matters.

“My turn,” Chase says as Wes wrings one last bit of pleasure from me. “Put her down on the table, Wes. I’ll make her scream louder.”

“She needs time to recover,” Wes says as he gently sets me down on the floor.

“She can recover around my carrot,” Chase says.

“That’s cheating. You have to use your mouth, same as I did.” Wes growls. “Otherwise it’s not a fair competition.”

“You didn’t say that when we made the bet,” Chase argues. “So it’s fair.”

“If I knew you were going to use your carrot I would have used my warrior.” Wes glares at him.

For some reason, their talk of carrots and warriors just makes me want them more.

“Why won’t you stop arguing and just take off your clothes?” I complain.

“Because the bear keeps distracting me.” Chase shoots Wes a glare and then pulls off his jeans, allowing his cock to spring free. “Anyone got a condom?”

“I can do a protection spell,” Julian says.

“My carrot won’t fall off, will it?”

“No, but it might explode,” I tell him.

“What?” Chase’s eyes widen. “You are not going anywhere near my carrot, Julian! You hear me?”