“Sweetheart, I’ve been hard since the minute I saw you.”
She kisses my nose and whispers back, “I like you, too.”
“What are we doing over here?” Lee asks and takes a seat on the ottoman next to us. He reaches out and strokes her hair, gathering it up and playing with the ends.
She turns her head and smiles at him. “We’re taking a break.”
Porter comes to kneel on the other side of the chair. He grabs hold of her foot and massages, starting at the arch and moving towards her toes.
She moans, her eyes fluttering shut.
“She has pretty toes.” Porter mumbles.
I let my gaze trail down her long legs and nod in agreement when my eyes meet her toes.
“She’s got a pretty pussy too,” Lee says, bringing a handful of her hair to his nose and inhaling deeply.
“I’m the only one who hasn’t had my face buried between your legs yet. I feel like I’m missing out.”
“Oh brother, you’re definitely missing out.”
“Maybe we should lay her out like a buffet, so I can feast.”
Lee cracks a smile and nods. “I couldn’t agree more.” He stands up and moves the ottoman over, patting the plump cushion.
I’m completely on board with this thought process, picking her up and laying her down lengthwise on the footstool.
She smiles up at me. “Do you want me to say something bratty now?”
I smile back at her. “Hit me with your best shot.”
Her smile grows wider. And then she says in her whiny voice, “I’m bored. Entertain me.”
“Fucking brat,” I chuckle. “Lay your head back. Take Lee’s cock as I eat you out. Show him how good your mouth can be when you're not talking back.”
Her eyes narrow, and I think she’s going to mouth off, but then she complies. Seems the best way to needle our brat is to call her on being a brat.
Good to know.
Easy to do.
I lift one of her legs and run kisses up her thigh, inhaling her sweet scent. My brothers haven’t come inside her, not that it would stop me if they had. I’ve tasted myself and them before. We all have. It’s part of sharing a woman, and although I’m not swooping in to suck up their leftovers on the regular, I don’t let the runoff shy me away from getting a woman off.
Of course, we don’t make a habit of coming inside our women for multiple obvious and not so obvious reasons. Neither of my brothers have come inside of Epi, and I won’t either—at least not tonight. Coming inside her goes hand in hand with taking her sweet ass, both of which I hope we will do sooner rather than later.
She’s the one for us; I’m sure of it. But once this is over and we go back to our regularly scheduled lives, will she want us? Can someone with a public facing persona be in a relationship with three men?
Especially men like us?
Coming inside of her—regardless of the birth control situation, which we didn’t bother to ask about—is about marking and claiming her, something we intend on doing only once in our lives. When we play at the club with random women, we always glove up.
Of course, since we are on the job, none of us thought to bring condoms—not that I want anything between her and me, if I can help it.
Her clit is plump—engorged from the attention we’ve shown her tonight—and sensitive, which is just how I like it. I flick my tongue across it, and she shudders, moaning and reaching down with one hand to stroke my hair. I glance up and see Lee bouncing his cock against her lips before sliding in her open mouth. She’s stroking him with her other hand, and I have to admire her ability to multitask.
I suck her clit and lick down until I’m stroking inside her with my tongue, lapping up all the sweet juice that seems to overflow from her pussy. She’s been wet since before we stripped her down, her cunt gushing when she comes. “Porter and Lee are right. You do taste like candy.”
I curve my fingers, slipping them inside to stroke her g-spot.