Chapter 15
Harrison
I feel it the moment she truly submits and succumbs to her body’s desires. Her base needs taking over as she comes hard all over my fingers and tongue.
She orgasms so beautifully as she rides the wave of ecstasy. And yet we’ve only just started.
Hunter holds her steady, her body trembling, her knees weak. I kiss the inside of her thigh before I lower her leg and stand to my full height.
Her eyes are glazed over with lust, her breath heavy and ragged.
“Come,” I say, holding out my hand.
She takes it, and I entwine my fingers with hers.
“Let’s get you a drink. You look a little parched.”
She licks her lips, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“I was talking about a glass of champagne, but hold that thought for later.” Because yes, very much yes. I’d love to have her wrap those plump lips around my cock.
Hunter palms her lower back as we lead her over to the cushioned bench seat. He sits and pulls her into his lap. She lets out a gasp but otherwise doesn’t protest.
I bend down, grip the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss as Hunter slides his hand under her dress.
When I pull back, I smirk. “Do you like that?”
She nods, biting her lower lip as he continues to play with her.
“She’s dripping all over my fingers,” Hunter says on a deep groan.
“Show me,” I say, standing to my full height.
With his free hand, he lifts her dress and catches her wrist, pressing her hand to the fabric to hold it out of the way as he spreads her legs over his thighs. His fingers and her pretty cunt glisten as he slowly pushes in and out of her entrance.
“Look at you, taking his fingers like a good girl.”
Her cheeks glow crimson at my praise.
“She likes that,” he says, his thumb pressing down on her clit. “When you call her a good girl.” Her eyelids flutter closed as she rests her head back against his shoulder, his mouth now peppering her throat with kisses.
I walk over to the ice bucket and pull out the bottle of champagne.
“Keep her on the edge, brother,” I say, keeping my gaze on them as I open the bottle with a loud pop, the cork flying into the air.
Ari’s eyes flash open, her body flinching at the sound, and then she moans loudly, as her reaction causes Hunter’s fingers to sink deeper inside her.
Pouring us each a glass, I walk over and pass them out, Ari’s hand trembling slightly as she takes hers.
“To new beginnings, and us,” I say, holding out my flute towards theirs in a toast.
We all take a sip. Then I lean over Ari, tipping her head back as I take another sip.
I tug on her jaw until her lips part, then I spit mine into her mouth.
A little dribbles down her chin, and I lick up the excess. “We don’t want to waste it,” I say. “As nice as it tastes, I bet it would be even better mixed with your juices.”
I drop to my knees.
“Spread her open for me, brother,” I demand.
He chuckles and does as I ask while I sip some more of my champagne before I spit it onto her exposed pussy.
She shivers, the bubbles no doubt tickling her sensitive flesh. I lean down and suck it back into my mouth.
“Fucking heaven.”
Ari whimpers as I tease her clit with my tongue before pulling back.
“You want a taste?” I ask Hunter.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he says. “Swap?”
I nod and sit down, lifting her into my lap, her legs over my thighs, as I use my fingers to spread her folds, exposing her cunt.
Hunter positions himself between her legs and breathes her in. “You smell fucking edible.” He leans closer and then licks the length of her with a satisfied moan.
“Delicious, right?”
He just huffs in response and then proceeds to eat her out as I did moments ago. It’s only fair. After all, sharing is caring, but only with us, and only with her.
I lean in and whisper in her ear, “You going to come for him like you did for me? And then let us fuck you, show you what you’ve been missing?”
“Oh my God,” she says, her arse lifting, pushing against Hunter’s face. The champagne in the glass she’s still holding spills over the rim and down her hand.
“Careful there, you’re making a mess. Let me help you.” I take the flute from her outstretched hand and bring it to her lips. “Open.”
I tip the glass and she swallows the contents, some escaping onto her chin and down her throat. I place the glass down and then turn her face towards mine and trace the champagne with my tongue, licking it off her skin.
Her body tenses at whatever my brother is doing, and she reaches out to grab my thigh, her other hand gripping his hair as she gyrates against his face. That’s our girl.
A soft cry spills from her lips. I lean in, cutting off her moan with a kiss, sucking her tongue into my mouth.
Her body begins to convulse as she comes, crying into my mouth.
“Fucking heaven,” Hunter says, sitting back on his heels and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He picks up his champagne and takes a satisfied sip.
“Now, tell us you don’t want more of that—more of us—and we’ll take you home right now.”
She glances between the two of us and then reaches for his flute and downs the rest of the contents, licking her lips.
“I must be certifiable, that’s the only reasonable explanation,” she says, shaking her head and passing him back the glass. “Okay, fine. Show me what you’ve got.”
I swear we’re the fuses, and she’s the damn ignition.
“Up,” I say, my hands moving to her hips to lift her off my lap. “I think you’re wearing way too much.”
I push her hair over her shoulder and move to the back of her dress, my hands pausing, waiting for her to tell us to stop.
Because we will, if that’s what she really wants.
But that doesn’t mean we won’t keep wearing her down until she’s on the same page as us.
We’ve waited this long, we can wait a little longer if we need to. But I’m hoping like fuck, this is it.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she sasses over her shoulder.
“You,” I reply, my fingers working the zip, exposing her back.
Hunter pulls it down her sides and then holds her hands for her step out of it.
“You fucking slay me,” he says, his gaze moving over the length of her from head to toe and then back again.
I move around her, needing to see for myself. Bringing my fist to my mouth, I bite down and look her over. She’s naked except for her shoes and bra, her cunt still glistening, tempting us to fuck her raw.
“As fucking sexy as this is, I want you completely naked.”
Hunter kneels and reaches for the strap of her shoe, undoing the buckle, then moves to the other foot and repeats the action.
It’s springtime, so the temperature is still on the cold side, but the gazebo and outdoor heaters are blasting just the right amount of heat to keep the evening chill at bay.
Soon, she’ll be hot all over, we’ll make sure of it.
I hold her hand as she steps out of the shoes. Hunter moves behind her to remove her bra.
“Looks like I’m outnumbered, and at an unfair advantage,” she says, her voice sexy as hell as she taps her lip with her finger, the move provocative.
“How so?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, loving the way her nipples have stiffened to hard peaks.
“You’re both wearing way too many clothes,” she replies.
Game. Fucking. On.