“I want to hate your therapy mumbo jumbo, but that makes a lot of sense. I guess,” he paused, “I guess I was letting the fear of not being enough stop me. Shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been this insightful before a fight.” He huffed out a laugh, the sound husky.
“What do you find helps you the most? That’s what we’re here for, right?”
I looked back at Monroe, and he nodded. His eyes were more dilated now, and I realized I was practically draped over Wells and my dress had moved up even higher.
“I can think of a few things, but I don’t know if we have time,” Wells purred. The sound rolling over me, and this time I shuddered from lust.
“Hmm, well, I don’t know if this is good or not, but what if I know something that won’t take too long and hopefully help you relax? I just don’t know if it’s a bad thing or not, like if it would make you too relaxed and then you mess up. I don’t want to screw anything up for you.”
“Oh, what did you have in mind, Kitten?” He pushed my hair back on the other side, and goosebumps rose to the surface.
Leaning forward, I daringly took his earlobe between my teeth before speaking. “I was thinking I could slide to my knees before you and help you relax that way.”
His breath hissed, and he looked down at me. “Are you saying you want to blow me, Kitten?”
“Yeah, badly apparently.” I giggled, and I felt Monroe move closer, the heat increasing as his hand moved up my leg, skirting under the hem that was still visible. His breath tickled my neck, and he nibbled my ear. Eyes closing, my breathing increased as I tried to remember what I was doing.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Wells hissed. “And no, Kitten, I don’t think it would hurt me at all. Might be my lucky charm, actually.”
Opening my eyes, I found his seared into me, lust and want, pouring back. Slowly, I trailed my hand down his abs, the beautiful muscles and skin on display. I skimmed over his tattoo, the arrows beautiful against his ribs. Deciding to stay on the couch, I twisted, so I could lower myself and kiss above the hem.
It probably wasn’t the best time, but something I learned in graduate school started to rise to the surface as I brushed my lips against his abs, tugging his shorts down. Perhaps my brain wanted to focus on logic instead of the fact I was about to see a new penis. I think a part of me would always freak out each time I did. When you’d only seen one for most of your life, anything new was a novelty.
So as Wells’ cock freed itself, the girth bigger than I’d expected, I wrapped my hand around the base, my fingers barely touching. Pumping my hand up and down, I lowered to kiss the tip, and the class where we’d discussed the mentality of aggressive sports started to replay in my head, and an idea formed.
When Monroe’s hands continued their traveling, brushing over the fabric of my panties, I almost jumped. When the tip of his finger touched my clit, all thoughts of school left me, and I gave in to the moment. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth as I sucked Wells down. His hands gathered my hair into a ponytail, and he pulled a little as I started to bob.
Monroe heaved my knees up onto the couch, bringing my ass right in front of his face. As he explored my pussy, I sucked and licked the thick cock in my mouth, using my hand to help build friction. Wells tugged a little on my hair, and I moaned, the vibrations rolling over his dick.
“Fuck, Kitten. Shit, this is hot.”
“I agree. Seeing your dick in her mouth has me about to explode,” Monroe groaned.
When his tongue connected with my pussy a second later, I moaned again. His fingers quickened their pace at the new angle, and he worked in tandem with his tongue to flick against my clit. The whole thing had me on edge, and I found myself on the precipice of an orgasm. Deciding it was only fair to share the pain, I pulled back, licking the tip of Wells and then tucking him back in his shorts.
Monroe didn’t stop, though, and even when I tried to pull away, he kept me braced to his mouth, increasing his tempo, and I found myself falling over the edge, crying out as I came.
“Fuck, Kitten. I want to be mad at you for not continuing, but watching you come undone was just as good.”
Feeling confident, I braced my hands on his shoulders, straddling his waist. Licking up his throat, I ran my fingers up in his hair as I nipped his ear again. He groaned, thrusting his still-hard dick up, brushing against me. I bit back the moan, needing to get my words out.
“I decided you needed an incentive. Win, and you can have me, and,” I turned, taking in Monroe. He hadn’t been able to hear me, but must’ve known where I was going and nodded, licking his lips. Leaning back down to Wells, who still had his eyes shuttered, his grip tight on my hip, I finished the sentence. “Win, and you can have me... and Monroe. Tonight.”
Wells groaned but nodded, opening his eyes to look at me on his lap. “I know this is more of your therapy mumbo jumbo, but I don’t even care if it means I get to feel you around me later.” He moved forward, sitting up, tugging the hair I’d forgotten he held in his other hand. “But don’t for one second think I won’t repay you for leaving me hard, and so fucking turned on before my fight. Payback is fair game, Kitten, and I will collect.”
My body shuddered at the heat in those words, and I knew this back and forth between us had just shifted to something more. The gloves were off, and we were no longer tiptoeing around our mutual desire. Wells would wreck me, but I had a feeling I would enjoy it.
“Looking forward to it, Surly. Now, go and win, or I’ll make you watch me fuck Monroe, and you won’t get to join.”
Wells groaned, kissing me hard before he lifted me off his lap and stalked to the bathroom. I turned to Monroe when the door shut and smiled.
“Time to jump into the deep end.”
He smiled, cupping my cheek. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”
We kissed for a minute before giggling like kids, getting up to fix our clothes. When Wells returned out of the bathroom, he was calm and collected, a smirk on his handsome face. He’d changed into tighter shorts like I’d seen fighters on TV wear. If I wasn’t already wet for the man, that look alone would’ve done it.
“Are you guys going to watch from the VIP area or…”