“I don’t think she’s sleeping. I think she’s waiting.”
“What do you suppose she’s waiting for?”
The firm padding of footsteps stops on either side of me. A large hand grips my wrists. Carson. A shiver wiggles down my spine. They know I’m awake, but we have fun playing.
“I bet she wants you to come on her tits, Nathan.” Carson’s jacking himself off beside my face, best I can tell from the fapping sound.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, because I’m going to be inside of her pussy, and she won’t want you to be left out.”
I snicker and remain uselessly still, not wanting to sneak a peek lest I spoil the moment.
“We’ll see about that.”
Carson’s strokes stop and his hand slides over my belly, which he’s obsessed with even when I’m not pregnant. His fingers stop at the top of my bikini bottom.
Damn him. I squeeze my thighs together.
Nathan tugs my wrists a little higher. He wants me exposed, and I love making them happy. Neither of them cares that my belly’s not as flat as it used to be. They’ve been trying to put another baby in it, anyway. Little do they know I’m planning on telling them my little secret today. That’s why I sent our cutie pie daughter to Natalie’s.
Carson says, “You need some lube before waking her up?” His hand slips into my suit. “I bet she’s got some lube handy for us.”
“Yeah, her sweet cream is the best.”
My sex tingles and hints of an orgasm knot in my core. Carson drags his finger back and forth through my curls. What’s he going to do? Will he smear my juices on his brother’s cock? I peek. Nope. Just on his hand.
Staying still is becoming nearly impossible as I need him an inch or so lower so I can ride his hand. Or Carson needs to make good on getting his big fat cock inside of me.
But they’re enjoying this as much as I am so I find the strength to delay my pleasure.
He dips his fingers lower, avoiding my clit, motherfucker, but I like where this is going.
Nathan adds his fingers to my sopping wet…lube. I arch my back a little, forcing his hand to touch my clit.
My legs reflexively tighten around them but Nathan gets free and strokes his cock .
“We better hurry. I think she’s about to wake up.” Carson pulls his hand away.
“I’m so ready.” Nathan’s grip tightens around my wrists. I’m about to open my eyes but I don’t hear the strokes anymore.
“Hang on. Let me get a little more.” Nathan’s hand is on my sex, this time the heel of his hand presses into my clit while he coats his fingers. If he keeps going much longer, I’m going to blow my ruse, and probably squirt. Guess he’ll be plenty wet if that happens.
“Do you suppose an orgasm would wake our sleeping beauty?” Nathan says, his fingers making mind-blowing circles of my clit.
My body lurches and I’m about to lose control when he lifts his hand. Damn it, he loves leaving me hanging, only because he knows it gets me even hotter.
“I don’t know about sleeping beauty, but we have Goldilocks. The way I hear it, she likes trying different things.” Carson’s voice hitches for the last few words and the sound of a cock being stroked by a very wet hand resumes.
“What should we try today? Daytime sex on the rooftop?”
“I’m pretty sure you’re doing it.” Carson can barely talk. He must be stroking himself again. Not to be picky, but he said he was going to put his dick in me and I’m more than ready.
I pop an eye open. The thoughts I had of asking for a special wake-up kiss on my clit dissipate. Nathan’s thick cock drips pre-cum into my hair.
They’re completely naked, but with the low wall around the deck, no one can see anything that matters.
Nathan’s hand continues to grip me as he resumes stroking himself.