She shakes her head, making her dark locks sway in an enticing way. I want to slip my finger into the silky strands and fist her hair. Hold her still and ravage that goddamn fucking plump mouth.Fuck. I chance a gaze toward my brothers, and yep, we’re all close to snapping if the ticking jaws and fisted hands are anything to go by.
“You said you’ve been here for the last six months. Where was home before? Can we… Is it okay if we get to know each other a bit?” She asks almost shyly and I want to rip my heart out of my chest and offer it to her on a gold plate.
This fucking woman. So goddamn sweet. My sugar.
“I can start,” Yasin continues. She’s snuggled into the corner of the sectional, legs bent at the knees, feet tucked under her generous ass.
Fuck, all I want to do is pull her into my lap, kiss her stupid, and make her cum in as many ways as I can come up with.
“I’m from Mauritania. My family still lives there. I moved to the U.S. after high school. Went to college in California. On the Central Coast. I fell in love with the area, the Ocean, made some great friends, found a good job.” She shrugs delicately. “So I stayed.”
“How long you been in Cali, love?” Asher asks.
Yasin’s grin grows brighter. “Ten years. Came when I was eighteen, and here I am.” she chuckles to herself as if she could barely believe it. “I go home as often as I can. Usually a couple of times a year. And my family comes to visit, but I don’t see myself moving back to Nouakchott.”
We’re all enthralled, fascinated by the tale of her exotic origins, the song-like, hypnotizing lilt of her voice. And now that I know, I realize Yasin has the faintest thread of an accent. A beautiful blend of French and Arabic sonorities.
“Your turn, now,” she adds with a smile.
She looks so comfortable, so at ease in our home, surrounded by all three of our massive, intense presences. I fucking love it.
“Whoa, easy there. I have follow-up questions,” Luca says, sliding on the couch to come sit closer to Yasin.
“Yeah, I think we all do,” I add, making my own move on her other side.
Asher grumbles, “so it’s like that?” Then stands from where he was sitting, on the sofa facing Yasin, to come stretch his long body at her feet on the thick carpet. He turns an adoring gaze to Yasin, and she reaches down to brush his hair away from his forehead. We all freeze. It’s the first time she’s made the first step and touched one of us unprompted. The tension in the air grows thick, pent up desire crackling like electricity. The deafening silence only filled by the sounds of our labored breaths.
With her big, beautiful eyes widened, her gorgeous, full lips parted, her big, round tits rising and falling to the rhythm of her growing panic, Yasin starts pulling her hand away. Ash lays his large one on top of hers, pulls it down and stretches up to press a kiss on her palm. Yasin’s eyelids flutter under the caress, and I want to hug my friend and punch him at the same time. I’m happy because he visibly appeased her. The tension leaves her body in a matter of seconds. But I also want to fucking wring his neck for putting his mouth on what’s mine.Ours, moron. Yasin is ours.
* * *
YASIN
The caress of Asher’s full lips on my palm sends a long, powerful frisson the length of my spine. I gasp under the assault, then instantly relax as a wave of warmth courses through me.
“Bring your legs down for me, love,” Asher commands in his fucking bossy tone. And I fucking love it. I’m usually the one in charge. The one who decides and sets the pace. Not with this crowd.
I unfold my legs from under me and sets my feet on the plush carpet. Asher sets his back to the foot of the couch, between my parted legs, head resting on my skirt, eyes closed, his big, warm hands running along the sensitive skin of my shins and calves. In a hot, languorous back and forth that sends electric jolts to my nether regions. I let out a barely audible moan, but the two men seated at my sides catch it. Chase growls, “fuck,” then he cups my jaw, turning my face to his, and takes my mouth in the most delicious, most decadent mouth-fucking. Chase licks, sucks, and bites my lips. He plunges his tongue deep into my mouth, swirls it around mine, caresses me, and hums in a low vibration that takes the kiss even further. I’m a trembling mess in the arms of these men. Luca is not to be outdone, either. His big hands gently cup and caress my breasts through the layers of my clothes. I feel fucking amazing. Like a queen. A goddamn empress. Sexy, cared for, cherished, and desired. I don’t recognize the indecent noises spilling from my lips. Who’s this indecent woman writhing, moaning and letting out soft cries of “yes, more, please”? Apparently, I’m this badass. I’m the girl getting fucking worshiped by three insanely hot men. And with so much more to them than what meets the eye. Fuck.
I’m feeling dizzy. Hot and cold all over, all at once. I want this. Us, now. All of it. So I let them know.
I pull away from Chase’s mouth, resting the back of my head on Luca’s broad shoulder, my fingers playing with Asher’s soft hair. Eyes riveted to my southern rake’s, I purr out, “I want you.” His eyes flash with a blazing desire. “All three of you.”
Chase’s nostrils flare and a muscle ticks in his jaw. Luca’s dick that was so far barely grazing my ass, is dragged over my skirt, fucking long and so damned hard. And Asher presses wet, open-mouth kisses on the sensitive skin of my inner legs. He bites me, sensually scratches me with his blunt nails, sucking my flesh so hard I know his love bites will leave marks.
My pussy is swollen, drench and clenching on nothingness. My clit throbbing with the need to be touched and played with. Maybe even pinched, gently grazed, slapped… My breasts painfully heavy. Only the strong, rough hands of my men can appease their lustful need to be kneaded, pinched, pulled, the tender globes bitten, the hard points sucked and licked.
“I fucking want you,” I moan in a loud, whimpering voice. “So fucking bad…”
It’s as if my words jolt them into action. Asher gets on his knees in front of me, pushing my knees apart and uncovering my upper thighs. He stares for a beat. They all do. Me too. There’s a large wet line run the length of my slit and clearly visible through the triangle of lace covering my mound. Asher rubs the pad of his thumb over it and brings it to his mouth, tasting my most intimate flavor. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and his eyelids fall while he keeps licking his thumb. When he opens back his mesmerizing baby blues, the kinky motherfucker looks to his friends, rumbling, “she’s taste fucking amazing. Sweet and rich. Fuck, I’ll never get enough.” He pins me with an all-consuming stare. “A thousand years from now.”
Then he slaps my mound, making me jump. “Look at this fucking juicy pussy. Think you can take all three of your men?”
He cups his junk, giving himself a rough squeeze, then licks his gorgeous lips in a way that makes me think this is how he’ll tongue my cunt.
I whine, eyes wide, unable to detach my gaze from Asher. He’s so big, so beautiful, so sexy, so fucking dirty.
Biting his full bottom lip, eyes never leaving mine, he hooks a long, thick finger at the hem of my panties and pulls them aside, revealing my damp, swollen folds.Fuck!Still holding my gaze captive, he takes a long, slow drag of his hot tongue, making me shudder from head to toe. Luca and Chase have also stopped their ministrations. Luca’s just absentmindedly cupping, molding and caressing my breasts, all the while running the pads of his thumbs over my nipples. Chase takes my hand and presses it to the steel pipe in his battered jeans. Our fingers woven together, we run my palm up and down his long, thick, pulsating member. But all three of our gazes are riveted to the apex of my voluptuous thighs where Asher groans, moans, licks, bites, laps, suckles, twirls his tongue around my clit, sucks it in, prods it out of its hood, parts my quivering folds with his expert tongue… I’m so close, so fucking close that when he pushes a long, thick finger inside me, pumping in rhythm with his tongue’s wicked lashes, then a second, then a third, and hooks them to press on a magical spot inside me, I explode in a billion little pieces. Creaming all over his lower face and hand, shaking like I’m getting electrocuted, crying my pleasure louder than I’ve ever done. Both of my hands cupped around Chase and Luca’s hard cocks, squeezing and rubbing. Their groans mixing with my loud moans.