Trevor starts to open her jeans, but I push his hands away. “What’s your rush?”
“Don’t be such a greedy bastard,” Trevor says, but he shifts toward her head, giving Autumn one of his charming grins before bending down to kiss her.
Women like a lot of foreplay, and that’s all tonight is going to be, unless she gives the word that she wants more; but if Trevor was heading inside her pants, maybe that means he’s been there before, and that Autumn is up for play in that area too.
The button on her jeans is already open. I slide the zipper down, monitoring her response as I go, and she makes no move to protest. Filmy white lace lies beneath, barely concealing dark blond curls. I press my nose to the fabric, inhale, and send up a prayer for more patience. I work out daily and take pride in my gains, but it’s going to take more strength to go slow with this girl than it does to bench press 350 pounds.
When her jeans are off, I slowly slide her panties down, kissing the delicate skin of her belly and thighs. I continue to watch her for any signs of resistance, but Trevor is playing with her nipples and she’s starting to squirm. I slip her underwear off completely and toss it to the side before I spread her legs. She’s as wet as I knew she would be.
Patience may be helping me keep my dick in my pants, but I can’t stop myself from plunging my tongue right into her to gather those sweet juices. Her legs stiffen and she arches her back. When I flick my tongue over her clit, her body relaxes again and she lets out a small sigh.
As I continue to lick her pussy, Autumn tilts her hips, pressing herself closer to my face. She wants more, and I feel like a fucking schoolboy who could practically come in my pants.
I want to bury myself deep. I want to lose myself in her.
Lord, give me strength.
31
Autumn
I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight. Well, I’m not sure anything’s wrong, but I don’t feel like myself.
Every touch from these men has me on the edge. Not the stressed-out edge, like I was on this morning, but the edge of need and want and — I don’t even know how to describe everything I’m feeling, but I want these men and it’s getting harder to find the reasons why I shouldn’t experience everything they’re willing to do to me.
Garrett, Trevor, and Adrian had already felt like an embarrassment of riches, like more man than one woman should claim as her own — not that they’re mine — but now, with Duke involved, I feel overwhelmed, and I want to keep on feeling overwhelmed, until I shatter into a million pieces, which might happen any second now with the way Duke is feasting on my pussy and Trevor is sucking my nipples.
“You like that?” Trevor says, tilting his head toward Duke. “Old guy has some moves, does he?”
I start to laugh, but it’s getting hard to even breathe while such a big man licks me with such a featherlight touch.
Then Duke stops, and I feel a little flare of anger at Trevor for saying something that would interrupt him, but Duke grips my legs and turns me until I’m on all fours, then he turns onto his back and slides under me, his face right below my hips. I’m confused about what’s going on until he wraps his massive arms around my upper thighs and pulls me down onto him.
My knees are straddling his head, and my most intimate area is spread wide just inches above his face. His eyes are focused on mine as he brings my pussy down even closer to his mouth, and then they go closed as he starts to lick.
I keep my weight on my knees, worried that I’m going to crush him, but he pulls me down further until I’m literally sitting on his face, his tongue buried inside me.
Oh my god.It had felt amazing before, but now, it’s beyond words.
I’m briefly aware of the other men in the room. I’m naked, sitting upright on Duke, and utterly exposed to all of them, but the flicker of nervousness is quickly obliterated by so many incredible sensations.
I feel so dirty and smutty, and more like a sex goddess than a virgin.
With his hands still gripping my thighs, Duke encourages me to move on him, and I start to tilt my hips forward and back, like I’ve done when I’ve been sitting in the men’s laps. It’s obscene, and it’s completely amazing. I’m riding his face, and if sex with a cock inside me feels even halfway as good as this, then I’m going to kick myself for waiting so long.
An orgasm starts to build, and I’m shocked that it didn’t come sooner, but it’s probably my self-consciousness that delayed it. Nothing’s stopping it now, and as Duke makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, the climax races up and overtakes me.
I stiffen, and then it feels like every cell in my body pulses with the same all-consuming pleasure. Duke holds me steady as I surrender to the overpowering wave of sensation, my pussy throbbing on his face, my eyes squeezed shut, my mind temporarily in another dimension.
When it starts to pass, I realize he’s still under me, and I honest to god worry that I’ve smothered him, but when I pull back, he’s there with a broad, satisfied grin spread across his face. Now that I know he’s okay, I imagine that my smile looks pretty similar.
“That was … amazing,” I tell him.
He licks his lips, and I blush when he says, “Yes, it was.”
After I lift myself off of him, another wave of shyness hits me, but I force myself to do what I want to do, which is to reach out and touch him. I start at his chest, sliding my hand over the cotton on his shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath. When he doesn’t stop me, I go lower, toward his belt, ignoring the nervousness that rises in my throat. “I’d like to do the same to you,” I say.
I meet his eyes, only intending to give him a quick glance, but when I see his eyes turn intense, I look again.