Chapter 20 Iris #2
“If you want them off, you know what you have to do,” he said, biting his lip, glancing at me as he rubbed his cock over his underwear.
A barrage of pings came through and I had to assume that meant money was coming through. Fuck, how much money was he making?
“That’s what I like to see,” he said.
I didn’t know if he was talking to me or the fans, but I grabbed my breast, kneading it as my other hand trailed down my soft stomach down to my wet pussy.
“Yes,” Beau groaned, pushing his hands into his underwear.
My stomach clenched in arousal watching him put on a show for his fans and me, except his eyes were on me. I swirled my fingers over my clit as need took over, spreading my legs for more access.
The sound of the lock on the door opening made me panic, but excitement thrummed through me as the door slammed closed.
“Honey, I'm home,” Nash said, stopping abruptly at the door of the room.
He walked in slowly, looking between us and the set-up Beau had.
“You guys want more?” Beau groaned, glancing at Nash, stroking himself more, staying in character.
I don’t know how he did it, he glanced at Nash briefly going back to teasing his subscribers. Nash stalked toward me, staying clear of the equipment. The pings and dings on the laptop were coming in more and more frequently.
“You guys are bad.” Nash leaned over the chair, kissing me hard.
He pulled away looking down at my body as I smeared my wetness over his lips and he took my fingers, sucking on them. I groaned as he sucked on my fingers and palmed my breast.
“I need you.” His voice was dark and rough.
“Take me,” I mewled.
“Fuck,” Beau moaned.
Nash looked over his shoulder, unbuttoning his shirt, stepping aside, giving me a chance to look at Beau who was now completely naked.
Beau and I watched Nash completely strip for us.
His toned body on display for us was a work of art.
It wasn’t the first time I had seen him naked, but today he looked more cut and more defined. He looked powerful.
Nash stroked himself walking to his bag pulling out a condom, arousal pooling in my lower stomach in anticipation. Was he going to fuck me or Beau? Was he going on camera? His baby blues looked at me and he used his fingers to tell me to turn around.
“Oh god,” I muttered, standing up and showing my ass to him.
I leaned down on the chair, popping my ass out, showing off all the hard work I did that gave me a shapely body. Nash smacked my ass before I felt a slow lick from my clit to my hole. He moaned into my pussy, lapping at me lazily and I pushed back for more.
“You know what you need to do to see the big finale,” Beau said breathlessly. “I’m getting close.
I looked over my shoulder, his eyes on us, stroking slowly.
“Nash, fuck me,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Now,” Beau demanded.
Nash bit my ass, standing up, sliding his cock up and down my pussy, notching himself inside me. I couldn’t wait any more, I leaned back taking his length in one thrust.
I moaned too loudly as Nash’s grip on my hips tightened.
The pings on the laptop went crazy.
“I have my own entertainment,” Beau panted.
Nash set a pace that had my toes curling with pleasure. He kissed the middle of my back, thrusting a few more times before rearranging us to face Beau. The angle of his thrust changed and as much as I wanted to watch Beau, the pleasure was overwhelming.
“Keep those eyes open,” Beau commanded, as Nash snaked a hand down to my pussy rubbing my clit in small circles.
“Shit,” I groaned, looking at Beau who was thrusting into his hand.
“I’m coming,” he said, leaning back, biting his lip and whimpering.
“Fuck, he looks good,” Nash said against my neck. “Look at our good boy. Now it’s your turn, wifey.”
He bit my neck, fucking me harder, hitting that spot perfectly and I fell off the edge. I moaned through my release, pleasure so strong it was almost painful. My legs shook as I kept myself up as Nash thrusted into me a few more times, shouting his release onto my neck.
Our breathing almost drowned out Beau talking to his fans. He expertly fielded questions about who was in the room with him, teasing them with a possibility of giving them hints on who it might be. He was flirty but firm with his answers.
Nash helped me to the chair, disposing of the condom, returning with a cloth to clean me up. He lifted me up, sitting me on his lap as we watched Beau finish his live, promising to come back soon. I rested my head against his shoulder as exhaustion hit me. I couldn’t imagine how he felt.
“I almost swallowed my tongue when I walked in,” Nash said, kissing my shoulder.
“We didn’t know when you were going to be back,” I mumbled, nuzzling against him.
“Sorry, I—”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” I said quickly. “We thought we would have fun.”
“Without me?” he said petulantly.
“I think you made it back just in time.” I kissed his jaw.
“The first rodeos are always the craziest,” he said, rubbing up and down my thigh.
“Everyone wants a piece of Nash Yarbrough,” I said softly. “A lot of people were saying this might be your year. That you looked good for your first ride.”
“Everyone looks good for their—”
“You know that’s bullshit,” I said. “Some riders take weeks to get into a groove.”
“See you guys soon,” Beau said, blowing a kiss at the camera.
“He’s too good at that,” Nash grumbled.
“That’s why he makes the big bucks,” I said, getting up.
“Why the hell was that so hot?” Beau grabbed and pulled me to the bed.
“You guys are so bad,” Nash said, leaning over the bed to kiss Beau. “I almost gave people in the hallway a show.
“You loved it.” Beau nipped his lips.
“Yeah, maybe,” he said, kissing him quickly. “I gotta shower.”
“I need one too,” I said leaning against Beau as we watched Nash walk away. “I’m starving too.”
“Come on, that shower is big enough for all of us and then we can eat,” Beau said, helping me up and pushing me to the bathroom.
I watched him picking up his equipment as I went into the bathroom to see Nash soaking wet with suds coming down his body. How the hell did this become my life? Maybe my brothers were right about having multiple partners. The more the merrier.