30 Everleigh Tired of Running—Dylan Gossett #2
Squirming against the wall, I grab a handful of Sterling’s Vale Landscaping shirt and tug, encouraging his mouth to recapture mine. Two big hands slide underneath my thighs and pluck me right off my feet, allowing my new flip-flops to hit the floor.
His wide hips cover mine, the solid press of his cock grinding above my core. When I seize a handful of his hair and pull, his chest vibrates with an animalistic noise that makes me spasm.
Sterling carries me from the wall across the kitchen, using one hand to swipe detritus from his beloved kitchen table. I squeak at the force with which he deposits me on the wooden surface.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you on this table for a long time,” he muses.
“Then you’d better strip me off.”
“I intend to.”
He keeps his mossy-green pools locked on me while peeling denim shorts over my hips and legs, exposing the new lacy panties I slid on. With the new pub launch approaching, I’ve been getting shifts to help Cassidy prep. The money’s come in handy to build my own wardrobe.
“Are these new?” Sterling feathers his fingers over a lace edge.
I place my hands behind me, poised on the table. “Maybe.”
“Pretty. I’d hate to ruin them.”
“Hey, no destroying my new clothes, thanks.”
“That’s Leo’s thing.” He shrugs.
“What?” I exclaim, glaring daggers at the smirking goof. “You promised not to tell him.”
“Sorry, sweetheart.” Leo spreads his hands in a plea. “It slipped out.”
“He was smug,” Sterling reveals. “Too smug.”
Watching us from across the kitchen, Fletcher nods jerkily. Right. That’s the last time I go hiking with Leo and let him do unspeakable things to me. He’s such a gossip.
His fingers cruising underneath the fragile material, Sterling glides them down my legs. I watch as he tosses the underwear over his shoulder, only for Fletcher to catch them. His stare remains on me as he brings them to his nose and inhales.
“Which one caught them?” Sterling laughs darkly.
“Fletch.”
“Not surprised.”
“Should we give them something to watch?” I lick my lips.
“As impatient as ever.”
Hooking my leg around his waist, I pull him closer. “Some things never change.”
Sterling plants a demanding kiss on my mouth, then travels lower, yanking the tank top off in his pursuit. I shiver on the kitchen table, laid bare for them to observe. But Sterling wastes no time clasping my thighs to inch them apart, and ducks his head.
A wet swipe travels over my folds from clit to core. The softness of his tongue creates delicious fireworks that explode one after another, causing heat to flood my system. I can feel myself growing sodden against the finger he circles around my entrance, then shoves inside.
My back arches off the table. Through slitted lids, I can see Leo ditching his cargos to fist himself, not a hint of shyness in sight. Fletcher’s drifted over from the kitchen, still clothed but drinking in every detail.
“I’m getting you ready to take us, Everleigh. You’re gonna gulp down my brother’s dick while I fill you up. Then you’ll sit my best friend down and ride him until he cums.”
“Sterling,” I cry out.
“I can feel you getting wetter just thinking about it, dirty girl.”
Another finger stretches me wider, spreading moisture into every corner. Right now, I’d do whatever they so desire. In any order. Being worked over by Sterling while my other two men watch is a new level of tantalising.
Circling his thumb over my clit, Sterling toys with me until I’m practically begging for relief. My entire body is flushed. He slides his fingers out to suck the glistening sheen from each digit, then unfastens his belt buckle.
“You look good all laid out like a meal, sweetheart.” Leo approaches the table.
Slow blinking, I stretch out a hand towards him. “You don’t want a taste?”
“Believe me, I sure do.”
“Then don’t be shy.”
While Sterling strips off to free himself, Leo ditches his boxers so he’s bare from the waist down. I wrap a hand around his proud length when he gets close enough, pumping velvet skin and watching his breaths shallow out.
“But I want a taste first,” I growl.
“I’m all yours.”
“Yes. You are.”
He presses against the side of the table, close enough for me to crane my neck and inhale his cock. Leo’s sizeable enough to fill my mouth, his blunt shaft rubbing along my tongue as his hips bob to bottom out.
“That’s it,” he grunts.
“Keep her mouth occupied,” Sterling snaps at him.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
While his brother repeatedly surges past my lips, Sterling encourages my legs to wrap around his waist, bringing his dick up to my opening. It slides over my folds in a slow taunt, spreading precum until he’s suitably lathered.
I almost choke on Leo’s dick when Sterling slams home, filling me to the brink. It takes a second to relax my jaw enough to resume sucking despite the force gliding into me. Sterling’s the biggest of them all, and the burn is oh-so-satisfying.
“Oh, shit.” Sterling’s hips swivel, shooting tingles through my extremities. “You’re so perfect.”
Hips jerking, Leo thrusts into me, too, stealing any response I might’ve had. All I can do is take his pounding, lips poised in a perfect O to ensure a firm clamp around his length. I can tell from his breathing how excited he is.
Two rough paws fasten on my hips, holding me steady while Sterling finds his pace. He seems to match his brother, the pair thrusting in opposing synchronicity.
Every time Leo draws back, his brother advances, hitting me with successive attacks that don’t allow me a moment’s pause. The effect gears me up to accelerate fast into the awaiting arms of a climax.
There’s no relief. Not a second’s break from the encroaching beasts using me for their pleasure. And it’s a pleasure I’m so happy to give.
When the orgasm takes hold, my lips involuntarily tighten around Leo. I hear him growl a curse as quakes race over me, and the steel that fills my mouth seems to jolt.
“Cum, baby,” Sterling commands. “You’re hugging me so goddamn tight.”
I’m powerless to refuse. Even as Leo calls out, strokes shuddering, molten liquid shooting down my throat. Drinking him heightens my own ecstasy. We fall apart together, connected by the shared experience of letting go.
“Bloody hell.” Leo slides himself free from my mouth. “That’s so hot.”
“Did I do it right?”
“Fucking incredible, sweetheart.”
When he bends close to secure his lips on mine, licking his own juices from my tongue, I swear I see stars. He’s never been shy, but this is a whole new level of sordid.
Leo straightens, his mouth glistening. He winks at me, then claps Sterling on the shoulder, stepping back to catch his breath. That’s when the heat inside me pulls free and I’m abruptly flipped on the kitchen table.
Rough wood presses into my chest, stimulating my rock-hard nipples. Sterling pulls my ass up so he can push back into me in a different position, allowing him to seek a deeper refuge. Calling out his name, my moan cuts off at the spank he grants to my ass cheek.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You took him so well.”
“Sterl,” I whine, clinging to the table surface.
“You need to cum a few more times before you’re done, love.”
Hitting me again, he finds a fast pace that barely allows air to enter my lungs. Each time he retreats, another sharp spank pushes me towards the edge, followed by him snapping forwards to roughly fuck into me again.
With Leo’s salt still coating my tongue, I let Sterling work me over to his heart’s content. It feels good to be used. Worshipped. Pushed to my limits and far beyond as he continues to prove that touch can, and always should be, a wonderful thing.
When Fletcher moves closer to observe, my desire grows exponentially. We’ve slept together a couple of times since that first night. It’s mesmerising to see his lips part on a ragged breath as he cups his erection.
“Focus.” Sterling smacks my ass, hard enough to sting. “Give me another, Everleigh.”
“But . . . I’m so . . . so full . . .”
“Not yet, you’re not.”
When his finger traces over my stinging backside, then nudges my cheeks open, I know what’s coming. He’s already wet the calloused tip. It glides over my ring of muscle, introducing itself before nudging inside.
My scream is guttural. Everything grows hazy as Sterling rides me from behind while easing his finger into my asshole. The pressure intensifies, making his cock swell and push me to an agonisingly sweet breaking point.
“Oh! God!”
“Perfect,” he hums. “Take it.”
He times his fingering perfectly, ensuring I’m filled to the max. I cling to the table like a lifeline, unable to do anything but let the sensations swarm over me. No matter how strung out my limbs feel, I know he won’t relent until I explode.
“Aw shit,” Leo comments nearby. “Didn’t know her ass was up for grabs. Dibs for next time.”
“Leo,” I hiss.
“Don’t worry. I’m right here just enjoying the view.”
The next strike to connect with my butt cheek is the final straw. It sends fiery prickles through skin and muscle, deep into my nerves, where a system meltdown is initiated. My walls tighten around Sterling, dragging him into the flames with me.
“Goddamn!” he calls out.