Brecken throws back his whiskey, refilling his glass as he retakes his seat to stare at Winter’s profile again. When I can manage to remove my gaze from Winter’s mouth, peeking at Roo, it’s to see a shit-eating grin on his face.
Pushing my distracting brothers aside, I concentrate on the repeated, hot, wet slide of Winter’s tongue along the underside of my cock, right along that prominent vein. Christ, it feels so good, but I hold myself in check, wanting to experience this for as long as possible.
“The boss is feeling generous,” I murmur, stroking her bangs off her face with my free hand. “He’ll give you two extra days of vacation, but only if you spend them with him.”
Her hand jacks my base for a few seconds as she pulls off. But it’s all good when she runs her plump lips over my crown, mouthing at the sensitive, flared shape of it. Her wrist twists, her grip firm around my shaft. When she slides her mouth down to the root again and sucks hard, I fly apart.
“Jesus,” I rasp, the force of my release so intense I think I lift forwards, or up, or down. Whatever way it is, Winter suffers every throbbing inch as I twitch and jerk inside her pretty, pretty throat. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She licks me clean, practically purring. Looking up at me from between my spread thighs she’s an utter vision. Dilated with lust, her eyes appear darker than normal. And her beautiful tits heave underneath her shirt as she catches her breath.
Her hands find my knees, using them as leverage to lift herself off the floor. When she’s standing, she sends me a saucy look as I tuck myself away.
Normally, I’d be thinking about repaying the debt. And while Winter didn’t appear to want reciprocation the first time she gave me head, I think she was proving how undemanding she can be. Quickly, she realized I can’t devote time to needy women, yet, Winter’s needs are fast becoming my needs. Seeing her desperate for our cocks this week has been a huge turn-on. In all honesty, I find I’m much happier to pander to her needs than I’d normally be.
After taking a quick shot of whiskey, Winter settles on her cushion between Roo’s thighs and reaches for his belt. “I'm up to six days,” she announces, even though we all know her contract offers her a lot more than that. “What you got for me?”
“Oh, I got an awful lot,” he quips, his cock released from his boxers. He sinks into the back of the sofa more fully, his legs widening. “Tonight, I’m not going to make you beg, or wait. Just slide that hot, pink tongue of yours all over me and I’ll give you what you’re craving.”
Yeah, and it’s not extra vacation days Winter wants.
Sticking out her tongue, she holds Roo’s eye as she glides the tip of it along his veiny shaft. “Hmm, you taste good too,” she mumbles around his dick, too busy familiarizing herself with him to worry about clarity. In the next breath, she swallows his impressive length, Roo throwing his head back towards the ceiling at how good she feels. After a bit, he brings his head forward, their eyes connecting. “That’s it, baby. Eyes on me.”
I sip my whiskey, enjoying the afterglow as their groans and moans mingle with the crackling fire, Roo’s tattered exhales joining in as he builds towards his climax.
“Yeah. Just like that.”
A litany of curses and sweet endearments continue to fall from his mouth. Watching him come apart is kind of fun, but even balls deep inside a gorgeous woman he can’t stop talking.
“Sweet fucking Jesus,” he grits, before his orgasm screams out of him, rendering him momentarily speechless. His large hands clamp to her head as he thrusts into her stretched-wide mouth, prolonging every mind-blowing second.
Done, he exhales loudly, his entire body drained of strength. “You did good, baby girl. You did really good.”
My eyes drift to Brecken. His hand is inside his sweatpants, fisting his cock and pumping it in slow, long movements.
Knocking back another shot, still on her knees, Winter crawls over Roo’s foot towards my youngest brother. All night we’ve sat on the same sofa, up close and personal to get the best views.
“Brecken,” she pleads. I wish I could see her eyes, but her voice is tortured enough. It’s a fractured rasp. It’s beautiful vulnerability.
“This will be different to the first time,” he warns her.
Immediately, her hands lift towards his waistband, tugging his sweatpants down as he lifts his butt off the sofa to help. They don’t go far, just to the top of his thighs. It’s all Winter can be bothered to do before she’s wrapping long, slim fingers around him, angling his swollen cock towards her open, already abused mouth.
Brecken’s arms lift, his hands encircling her throat. He doesn’t squeeze; he won’t until the very end when he’s swelling and throbbing inside her.
Shuffling in behind Winter, Roo guides her by the hips until she’s in a better position. Then he’s unsnapping her jeans, tugging at the material. He slides them over the swell of her curvy ass until they’re bunched at her feet. A few seconds later, they get tossed to the side, her panties following.
Winter’s mouth works Brecken’s crown. She tongues the slit, licking up pre-cum. “Hmm,” she moans appreciatively, sliding a flat tongue all the way to the root.
Twisting onto his back, Roo nestles between Winter’s legs, kissing her pussy and inhaling her scent. Distracted, enjoying what he’s doing, Winter pulls off Brecken’s dick with a wet pop, her eyelids fluttering as she sinks into the moment. Her breathy sounds of pleasure have my blood rushing again, and it’s clear she loves Brecken’s huge, callused hands around her throat. They’re gentle, but they’re controlling her, worshipping her as she sucks in huge gulps of air as Roo feasts on her pussy.
I can smell her arousal. It must be dripping down her thighs.
“I want you coming when I come,” Brecken instructs, placing a hand on her head and guiding her lower.
Eagerly, she swallows him, my view of her mouth uninterrupted. While Brecken builds towards that knife-edge of pleasure, I move closer and caress Winter’s ass. The skin is smooth and baby-soft. Addictive. I wet two of my fingers and carefully slide them past the tight ring of muscle that’s fully exposed to the room, a choked-off gasp sounding.
“You can take it,” I praise. “You like to be busy, remember?”