8. Brander
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brANDER
Her succulent wetness is something I’ve been desperate to taste again.
I woke up this morning with a stinking headache and a dehydrated mouth, but a glass of water wasn’t the first thing I reached for when I awoke. It was my cock as I relived the memory of Alice naked on my couch, my tongue on her pussy.
Alice is a beautiful, blonde princess who deserves her own castle and a four-post king-size bed, and she wants us to sleep with her here ? In the doctor’s office?
There’s no blanket. No pillows. A few pieces of medical equipment, paper towels, and a computer are the only objects in this room, and they serve no purpose. We need blankets. Candles. Some calm jazz music playing in the background on a record player, and you can hear the tick tick of it going around. A bed is what we need, with Egyptian cotton sheets to comfort her naked skin.
“Not here,” I say. Lifesaver flashes me an are-you-fucking-kidding look . “Let’s go to the city.”
“You hate the city,” Match says.
“I know,” I continue, “but come on, gentlemen. Let’s make it romantic for her. Special. It’s our first time all together. There are better places than your office, Lifey. No offense.”
But he’s taken offense. Doesn’t surprise me one bit. The man prides himself too much on his work sometimes. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He folds his arms.
I turn to Match.
He’s supposed to be the music conductor of the group and harmonize things out, but he flashes me daggers, chin trembling.
He probably can’t even make it to the fucking city.
I smooth my hands through my hair. This might not be important to the other two, but to me, Alice is everything. A living, breathing manifestation of what I’ve been dreaming of for years. Goddesses don’t deserve to have sex on tables in laser-white rooms that smell of antiseptic. They deserve comfort. Vanilla-scented candles, rose petals, and vintage record players that hum melodic passages just as beautiful as she is.
“I don’t know,” I say. “I don’t think it’s?—”
“You’re such a romantic.” Alice droops her lips like she feels sorry for me. “But romance isn’t what I need.” Her fingers find the hem of her white tee.
Then she’s lifting it over her head and tossing it aside.
A hand comes to rest on her hip.
Fuck. I feel like a starved dog.
Matching orange underwear complements her figure in the most heavenly way. She flicks her hair from her shoulders, staring at us as if she’s waiting for one of us to pounce. It’s lace she’s wearing too, the kind that plays tricks on the eyes. Could the material be a little sheer?
Two silver jewels in her ears are the only piercings she has on her body. The diamond ring we bought her last night still sits on her finger too.
“What would you like us to do to you, sweetheart?” Lifesaver asks, circling around her body. A hand comes out to snake around her waist, emphasizing her curves further.
“Fuck me, all of you.”
“And that’s definitely what you want?”
She nods. “Uh-huh.”
“Okay,” Lifesaver whispers in her ear. He travels his hands up to her bra, reaching around to unclasp the material. It falls to the floor.
Her two soft breasts are all my eyes can focus on. They’re round, somehow even more so than the last time we undressed her. Already, her pink nipples are hard.
Lifesaver massages his hand over one, causing Match to grab himself.
“Do you want to lie down on the table, sweetheart? Let us take care of you?”
“Yeah,” she says, hoisting herself up onto the table.
Her body stretches out along the length of the table, and I watch her breasts heave in time to her short, quick breaths that grow more and more heavy as Lifesaver ventures his hands south to the lace panties.
Match joins the action and presses his thumb in between her legs to feel her. “Oh my god, you’re wet already.”
“Shall we take these off you, sweetheart?” Lifesaver asks.
Alice arches her back. Nods.
“Okay.”
Match raises her legs, and Lifesaver drags down the material.
A moan escapes each of our lips simultaneously at the sight of her pussy. I take off from my seat to get a closer look at her.
Lifesaver flicks on an overhead light, improving the view even more. “We’re all obsessed with you,” he says. “And I think I speak for all of us here when I say we’ve never been this horny for somebody before in our entire lives. We might’ve all had too much to drink last night, sweetness, but let me tell you this—we don’t tattoo girls just for the fun of it.”
Alice widens her legs. Strokes a finger up her pussy and with the other, tweaks her nipple. “Then what are you doing? Get inside of me. One of you. Please .” Her eyes land on Lifesaver. “Maybe the oldest should go first.” She brings her legs up to her chest, and the medical light illuminates her pink folds so beautifully that I can’t help but plunge a finger inside of her.
“Alice, darling, you’re so tight.”
She moans. “Do you think you’ll be able to fit?”
Match’s finger joins mine inside of her, and we pump digits in and out of her together.
“Yes.” Lifesaver guides her hand south. “Feel how wet you are for us.”
“Let me see how hard you all are for me.”
“Soon,” Lifesaver promises. “First, I want to check your heart rate.”
My balls feel like they’re about to explode.
I’m gonna wind up on the floor passed out soon if we wait any longer.
Lifesaver walks over a table in the corner and wires a stethoscope around his hands. Returning to the table, he screws the two buds into his ears and places the chest piece just above Alice’s breast.
She winces. “It’s cold.” Her chest lifts even more.
“One hundred and forty. Jesus, Alice. That’s high.” He rips the earpieces from his ears and tosses the contraction aside onto a table. “I wonder how much we can raise it to.” He returns between her legs and shuffles her closer so her ass rests on the edge of the table. “Turn around. Let’s have a look at Brander’s work.” He flips her. Smooths his thumb over her left ass cheek to where our names are stamped. “Impressive. You have a steady hand, even when intoxicated.”
Her skin is so hot. Feels like silk. Caressing her makes my cock strain hard against my pants. It’s painful almost, but the wait is worth it. It’s like every cell inside of me is dancing.
Anticipation isn’t a feeling I’ve felt for so long. There’s the thrill of returning home after a Vegas or club night out with a woman to release some much-needed testosterone, but this feels like a different kind of adrenaline. No woman has ever looked at me the way Alice has. Ever.
Most humans know already what images will carousel around their head minutes before their death. Lifesaver’s will be graduation, the day he made it as a doctor, and I know because he already told me himself. Match’s will probably be initiation day, when he officially earned his badge as a Venom Vulture, because it seems like he’d been counting on it for so long.
Mine will be Alice’s green eyes. I know it. Her glittery eyes move my soul every time I look into them, which is why I didn’t hesitate to accept her drunk proposal and to tattoo my name on her ass cheek. Granted, both were nonconsensual disasters, so for that I owe the woman sunshine and meadows and all the good things the world has to offer.
But I owe her those things anyway, just for her being her.
The looks aren’t quick two-second glances. They’re not half-assed smiles laced with pity. They’re long, lingering looks that suggest we’re one and the same. Like she’s seeing my face for what it is, and thinks something other than it being a broken mess. What she thinks of me yet, I’m unsure.
But gut instinct never lies.
And my gut has never felt so at ease than it has for the last twenty-four hours.
“Let’s get you turned back around, sweetheart. Are you ready? You’d like me first?” Lifesaver asks.
She nods, breathless. Hips buckling up. Match and I part her legs, locking a foot on each of our shoulders. Lifesaver unbuckles his pants and thrusts into her nice and slow.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “You’re nice and tight.”
Her brows crumple as she concentrates on accommodating his size.
Match and I widen her legs more. Raise them to improve access.
“Good girl,” I say.
Unable to resist her breasts much longer, Match passes me Alice’s other leg to settle himself at her chest. He palms her breast and takes the other into his mouth, tongue knotting around her nipple to pebble it even harder.
Alice begins to moan.
Lifesaver thrusts in again, deeper this time.
That’s when Alice buckles her hips. “Faster.”
The thrusts become faster, and Alice’s mouth shapes into the letter O as she continues to receive him.
“Yes,” she pants, back arching one again. “Right there. Yes…”
Her eyes snap shut. Mouth opening to release her biggest moan yet.
The sound goes straight to my cock. I have no other choice but to release it.
“Yes,” she says, her eyes opened again. “I want to see you stroking yourselves as you wait for your turn.” Another moan ripples out. “You’re all so fucking hot.”
Reaching a sensitivity overload, she slams her head back against the table.
Luckily, Match is there to catch her. “Careful, sweetness.”
But Alice is already onto the next task, fiddling with Match’s buckle to release his dick. Once free, she slides her hands over it, up and down. “Let me suck it.”
Match positions himself next to her face.
Holy fuck, her mouth takes him so well, tongue swirling over the tip. She closes her pretty, pouty lips over his length and eases more of him down her throat until she’s comfortable enough for him to thrust.
Lifesaver’s thrusts became more erratic.
He crashes into her one more time, then stands aside, her pussy dripping with his cum.
“Brander.” She clicks her fingers, ordering me to take my turn.
And oh, I do.
Her hot walls hug me the moment I thrust inside. I’m careful. Allow her time to part around me. Seeing her brows crumple and her eyes snap shut, I ask, “Are you okay?”
“You’re so…big.”
I ease in and out of her gently. Her body writhes. Then she reaches for my hand.
“Hold it.”
I grab onto her.
Locking my other hand at her hip, I continue thrusting.
Her walls begin to pulsate.
“Oh my…FUCK!” she screams.
Her head lulls back again, and Match catches it.
Withdrawing, I make sure to brush my dick against her clit each time.
“Faster!”
“Darling, if I go much faster I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to?—”
“ Please .”
I quicken my rhythm, sensitivity quickly reaching its peak.
Cum shoots out of me, and I bury my dick deep within her. Consciousness disappears, and I palm the table to keep myself balanced as shock waves ripple through me. Who knew an orgasm could rattle the body as strong as a fucking hurricane.
I exit her and swap positions with Match, tending to her breasts.
Lifesaver has the stethoscope back in his hands. “One sixty.”
“Do you want a third, sweetness?” asks Match. “Don’t worry if not.”
“Yes,” she says, reopening her legs to welcome him inside.
“Are you sure? You’re not feeling tired?”
“I feel—” She frowns, searching her brain for the right words. “Ready to come again.”
Fucking hell.
That twitches my cock, already ready for round two.
And I’ve only been outside of her for two fucking minutes.
Her breathing builds again as Match enters her, chest heaving. Gently, I graze my fingers over her nipples, flicking and pinching to elicit some more beautiful moans out of her red lips. Lifesaver concentrates on her clit.
A wave of gratitude fills my chest with goodness as I massage her breasts with my hands. Meeting Alice has been the pinnacle of my existence. Twenty- three hours, actually, is the amount of time I’ve known the woman—we met at precisely 9:14 PM.
Life has never felt so on my side.