“Nope, still good,” Jonah answers.
“Third nipple on a foot?” O asks while he takes my bra off.
“Apparently it’s a thing,” I answer. My hands roam over O’s abs and find his hard length through his boxer briefs. I don’t think I can ever get enough of these men. I wiggle my hand in his boxer briefs and grab his dick, coaxing a moan from him.
“Jesus, you aren’t dicking around, are you?” he says.
Jonah chuckles. “She’s absolutely dicking around.”
“Less talking, more relaxing,” I demand.
“Now who’s being bossy?” O asks, and I squeeze his dick. Not really sure who this person is that’s being this demanding, but I think I could get acquainted with her. He moans and kisses the nape of my neck. Meanwhile, Jonah is teasing me to the point where I become infuriated. He kisses me everywhere except where I want him to kiss me, and I’m about to tell him that this was his plan when the sound of the front door closing registers.
“Honey, we’re home!” Dean yells.
That’s the moment Jonah sucks my clit into his mouth without warning, making me cry out.
“Kind of busy!” I yell when I manage to get the words out.
Jonah doesn’t seem to mind and opens my folds with the tip of his tongue. O whips out a boob and doesn’t ease me into it before he sets his teeth in it. The sound I make is somewhere between pain and pleasure and I haven’t quite figured out what it is myself. Perhaps a bit of both.
I hear feet coming up on the stairs. As in more than one pair. Dean throws the door open and grins at me before he starts to take off his shirt and tosses it on the floor. He then gets fully naked and jumps up on the bed, lying in front of me, grabbing my head and starts to kiss me like this is the most normal thing in the world.
Which it kind of starts to become in our world, to be honest.
I hear rustling on the other side of the room, and find Gil stripped down to his underwear, sitting down in a chair, watching us with hooded eyes. He gives me a naughty, knowing smile.
I realize it’s the first time we’re doing this all together and suddenly my temperature rises. I pull myself back from the kiss Dean is giving me, unsure if I can handle this. Where is this insecurity suddenly coming from?
Of course Gil notices. Motherfucker notices everything. It’s quite annoying sometimes, but also comes in handy.
“Need some ground rules?” he asks in a husky voice.
“Please,” I answer.
O chuckles. “What happened to you being bossy?”
“Well, my bossy side got intimidated by four testosterone filled gods, so she’s hiding somewhere beneath a pile of blankets.”
That earns me a round of chuckles all around.
“Want me to take over?” Gil asks while he rearranges his dick through his boxers.
“Hm,” I answer, copping out on really answering him, latching my mouth to Dean’s neck while all the guys stop what they’re doing, waiting for instructions I guess.
When Gil starts talking again, taking my silence as an affirmative, the tone in his voice has changed. “O, lube her up, prep her. Know the drill?”
“Don’t say drill in that setting, that leaves a bad image,” Jonah remarks with a smirk, but he’s not totally wrong.
“Don’t know the… well, now I can’t say drill anymore, but I’ll figure it out,” O says as he gets off of the bed to grab the bottle of lube from his nightstand.
“Jonah, keep working her, but don’t let her come,” Gil demands, and suddenly I’m seeing dictator-like tendencies in him. “But before you go on, maybe we should have a little talk between all of us together?”
All eyes snap to Gil, who uncharacteristically rubs his hand over his face in a sign of uncertainty. Where is this going?
“Drunken never-have-I-ever Gil did sort of blurt out Dean and I have done some stuff together, and I think we need to talk about how everyone feels about that in a group setting, because this should be enjoyable for everyone, and I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable.”
Yeah.