33. Brooks
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Brooks
Con takes a step toward Hadley. “I told you I was going to fuck you against a wall in that dress,” he tells her.
She bites her lip and nods. He shrugs off his suit coat, tossing it on the entryway table.
“I know you’re already wet for me,” he says, his finger ghosting down her arm.
A visible shiver runs through her. She might have come in the car just a few minutes ago, but she’s already ready for more.
Nova peeks her head over the railing. Deciding we aren’t interesting enough to warrant the walk down the stairs, she moves back into my bedroom.
“And you’re not even wearing any panties,” Con says as he starts pulling the fabric of her dress up over her legs. “You wanted us to use your pretty little pussy, didn’t you?”
What the fuck? Con’s never talked like this when we’ve been with other women before. I guess Hadley brings out the caveman in all of us.
“Ye-yes…” she mumbles.
“Heels on or off, sweetheart?” he asks her.
“On,” Austin growls from my side. See? Caveman.
Her wide eyes dart to him.
“Okay, on it is,” Con says, keeping one hand on her skirt he has bunched around her waist, while the other frees his cock from his pants.
She lets out a breathy yelp when he grips the back of her thighs, picking her up into his arms. Her legs wrap around his waist, the heels digging into his lower back.
Good call, Austin.
The way Hadley’s eyes close and ecstasy dances across her features, I know the moment he slides inside of her.
I don’t need to see what he’s doing to her to know exactly what she’s feeling. Every emotion and sensation coursing through her is clear as day on her face.
When she moans, “I’m going to come,” I already know she is right on the edge of the cliff.
“Now,” Con growls, slamming into her one last time. One of his hands presses into the door next to her head as he groans into her neck.
She doesn’t even flinch as she clings to him, her body still trembling.
When their breathing evens out, he sets her down. He keeps his grip on her dress around her waist.
“Hands up, sweetheart. I don’t want to ruin your dress with the mess I just made of your pussy.”
If it’s even possible, her cheeks redden even more than they already were after her orgasm. She lifts her hands above her head.
Con gently removes her dress and sets it on his coat. When he steps to the side, Austin and I are graced with the view of her in her delicate black heels with hair that looks like she was just fucked long and hard.
Better buckle up, baby, because we aren’t done yet.
Con unbuttons his white shirt and crouches before her. “Step your legs apart a bit.”
She looks down, seeing him holding his shirt up to her dripping pussy. “You’re going to ruin your shirt.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Let me clean you up, love.”
She stutters in a breath, but steps apart like he says. He uses the shirt to gently wipe her clean. He presses one kiss to her stomach before standing.
I hold out my hand for her. She slides her hand in mine, and I guide her into the living room.
Easing her down onto the couch, I quickly shrug out of my clothes except for my boxers. Beside me, I can see Austin doing the same.
Sitting in the corner of the sectional, I pull Hadley with me until she’s sitting between my legs with her back to my chest. Gently, I start to pull the bobby pins from her hair.
Austin kneels in front of us. He kisses her ankle before unbuckling her shoe. He does the same to her other foot as I free her last section of hair.
She groans as I run my fingers through her soft strands. I know how good this feels after just having your hair up all day. My fingers gently massage over her scalp and comb through her hair.
“Can we both have you at the same time, baby girl?” I ask, kissing her neck.
“Mmhmm,” she moans, completely relaxed as she leans back into me.
“Can I have your pussy while Austin takes your ass?”
She hesitates for a second, then nods. Austin grabs her hand from his same spot on the floor.
“We don’t have to do that if you aren’t comfortable,” he says gently.
“You won’t hurt me,” she says quietly. It isn’t a question. She knows it’s true.
“Never,” Austin and I say in unison.
“Remember how good it felt when Con fucked your ass last time,” I tell her.
Her eyes dart up, connecting with Con, who’s sitting on the far side of the sectional. She nods.
“It will be like that, just more intense. But if you want to stop, just tell us and we will immediately.”
“I know. I trust all of you.”
I don’t expect her words to hit me like they do, but they smack into my chest like a rogue fastball from a professional MLB pitcher. Austin pulls her up to stand and starts kissing her.
I start to scooch down the couch but remember what happened the last time Con pounded her ass. Sneaking down the hallway, I grab a couple of towels.
I kick off my boxers and lay the towels down on the couch before sitting on them.
“Come here, Trouble,” I tell her.
Austin gives her one last kiss before releasing her. She walks over, straddling my lap. I don’t waste a second before guiding her down onto my aching cock.
She rolls her hips against me, making stars sparkle across my eyes.
Con walks back into the living room, handing a now-naked Austin a bottle of lube. Austin steps in behind her, kissing down the length of her spine.
I hear the cap click open and her tiny gasp when the cool liquid lands on her.
Holding Hadley against my chest, I fight to keep my hips from thrusting up inside of her as Austin works her open with his fingers. Her hips keep grinding down on me off and on as she adjusts to each new finger he adds.
The cap clicks again as he coats his dick. One of my hands wraps around Hadley’s waist, holding her against me.
It’s partly to give Austin more room behind her, but also because having her even a centimeter farther away from me isn’t happening right now. My other hand palms the back of her head, bringing it down to rest on my shoulder.
“You ready?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes… please,” she breathes out against my neck.
I give Austin a nod over her shoulder. He kneels on the very edge of the couch, sandwiching Hadley between us.
I wait for the intensity and tightness of feeling him inside of her at the same time, but it doesn’t happen.
“What the hell are you doing back there? I’ve been inside of her this whole time, and I’ve been an absolute saint. I didn’t pound into her once while you were doing your thing. I’m going to explode, though, if I can’t move soon. Have you never done this before?”
“Fuck you, Brooks,” Austin snaps.
Hadley’s chest shakes against mine as she laughs. “Can you fuck me instead?” she says, still giggling.
“You two are going to drive me into insanity,” he groans, but he starts to ease inside of her.
Hadley’s laugh is cut short as her breath hitches in her throat. Austin moves slowly, letting her adjust to each inch along the way. My hands soothe up and down her back and through her hair.
Holy shit. She’s so tight right now. I was begging Austin to hurry up just a minute ago, but now I don’t know if I’ll be able to move without blowing my load in three seconds flat.
She lets out a whimper, feeling us both fully inside of her. Austin angles her head toward him, so he can look her in the eye.
“Are you okay?” he asks her breathlessly.
“Uh-huh,” she says. “I need you to move, please. I’m so close already.”
Austin and I share a look, glad that she’s on the edge already because neither of us is going to last very long with her warm heat wrapped so tightly around both of us. In the same breath, we both start gently rocking into her.
The sensation is almost too much. I feel like I’m going to pass out from the intensity of it all. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling right now.
Her fingers slide into my hair as she starts to grind her hips back against us. “Come for us,” I say, crashing my lips against hers.
She moans into the kiss as her pussy clenches around my cock and wetness coats between us. Fuck. I knew we could make her squirt again.
I fight to hold back, but it’s no use. I take my turn moaning into the kiss as I come inside of her.
Austin pulls her away from our kiss, so he can press his lips to hers as he pulses inside of her.
We all stay perfectly still, catching our breath. After a few minutes, we pull away from each other.
“Shit,” she says, looking down at the wet towel. “I made such a mess.”
“So did we,” I tell her, pointing to the mess between her legs.
Con steps in behind her, sweeping her into his arms bridal style. “Good thing we have a big shower, sweetheart.”