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Then he’s moving down even more. He kisses his way down my stomach, hands sliding down my hips and snagging on the waistband of my jeans. He gets me out of them quickly, and I lift one foot and then the other to help. Soon enough I’m standing there naked in the warm air of the living room.

Ares is on his knees in front of me, and the sight makes something in me go tight with want.

“This is where I belong,” he murmurs, his voice deep and rich now.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

His eyes shine as he looks up at me. “Right here. Kneeling for you. You always had the power to bring me to my knees, Brynn. And now I’m going to worship you like the goddess you are.”

I don’t even know what to say to that, and before I can even think of any words, Ares is moving. He grips onto my hips and leans in, inhaling right at the apex between my legs.

“You smell so fucking good,” he groans. And then his tongue is sliding out from between his lips so he can taste me too.

He licks the seam of my pussy in one slow, sliding motion, and that makes me spread my legs for him automatically. Ares groans with approval and then licks deeper, teasing me with his tongue.

After a moment, he stops and pulls back, and I think we realize at the same time what he’s tasting.

“You didn’t use a condom with Callan,” he says.

My cheeks flush darkly at that. I’m not ashamed of it, and I definitely wanted it, but something about having it pointed out like that makes me go hot all over. I wonder if this is going to be where this whole sharing thing gets weird and Ares is going to be too grossed out about tasting his best friend’s cum to keep going.

But there’s no disgust on his face at all. Just consideration. “You taste like him,” he says.

“Are you jealous?” I ask.

He shakes his head, smirking. “No. I’m just deciding where I’m going to leave my mark so he knows you’re mine too.”

Oh fuck.

Something about the way Ares says ‘mine’ hits me hard. I know things aren’t real between us, not yet anyway. We’re nowhere near being back to the way we used to be, and this is just us hooking up because we can. But still. It makes my pussy throb for him, and I have to swallow hard not to start begging him to put his tongue back where it was.

Luckily, it seems like we’re on the same page about this. He slides his hands down so he can grab on to my ass and hauls me back in so he can go back to eating me out.

There’s no hesitation in it either. He licks into me like he wants to taste me and Callan together, lapping at my clit and my entrance. He holds nothing back, groaning into my pussy as I get wetter and wetter for him. I bury one hand into his hair for balance as pleasure starts coursing through me from the way he’s going at it.

It’s shocking that he’s so into this, and it turns me on even more. Ares clearly meant it when he said he wants to share me with his friends on this trip, and he’s diving in head first, so to speak.

Tate and Callan are watching hungrily, their eyes tracking over my body while they give Ares space for the moment.

“Fuck, Brynn,” Ares says, coming up for air. His lips are shiny, and the sight of that does something to me. It’s like a punch to the gut to see him like this. “You taste so fucking good. I could spend the rest of the day eating you out like this.”

I shiver, not even sure my knees would hold up for that long.

Ares gets back to it, eating me out more hungrily. It feels like he wants to lap up every drop of my arousal, and each time a new pulse of pleasure goes through me, he licks harder and faster, making me arch and buck against him.

I grip onto his hair, breathing hard. Whines and whimpers spill from my lips, filling the room with the sound of my pleasure.

Ares looks up at me again. “You like having eyes on you, don’t you?” he asks.

I can’t deny it. Not when having Callan and Tate watching has turned me on this much. I nod, swallowing hard.

“I like it too,” Ares admits. “I like them looking at you, watching while I make you fall apart. And they like it. Look at them. See what you’re doing to them.”

I look back, taking in the sight of Callan and Tate. They’ve both stepped back a bit to give us room, but I can still feel them. They’re both intent, watching us with hungry eyes. Judging from the telltale bulges in their jeans, they’re both hard, just from watching this.

“Fuck,” I gasp. I gush a little on Ares’ tongue, caught up in how good it feels to have his mouth on me and his best friends’ eyes on me.

Ares’ fingers dig more into my ass, and then all of a sudden he’s pulling back. I have a few seconds to feel the loss, before he spins me around and bends me over the desk in the room. It’s the right height that it sticks my ass out, and with my legs spread, it gives Ares the perfect setup to get right back to it, eating me out from behind.