Chapter Ten
. . .
Blow job class is now in session.
Brooks has my hand in his as he leads me to their bedroom. I walk quietly beside him, glancing at the other guys as they smile back at me.
Everything feels surreal. Like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
Brody’s in the lead, pausing at the door before he glances at Wells, then back at me.
“Are you ready for this, Margot?”
Am I? I blink a few times, looking between their handsome faces, before I nod.
The sound of the handle clicking and turning arms me with a shy smile because holy shit. I’m really doing this.
Brody walks inside, followed by Wells, then us. But the moment I cross the threshold, the first thing I notice is a giant bed.
Not just giant but bigger than any king bed I’ve ever seen.
My finger lifts, pointing. “How big—”
“It’s an Alaskan king. We’re big boys,” Brody jokes.
And Wells adds, “And we like to cuddle.”
The last part makes me smile. The idea of them with their limbs all entangled, sleeping, nude…it makes me feel flushed.
I’d like to be directly in the middle, please and thank you.
Brooks releases my hand, then grabs my waist, turning me to look at him as the others make their way to that big-ass bed.
“You’re gonna follow my lead,” he whispers. “You’ll do what I do. So watch how I…”
“Okay,” I rush out, cutting him off.
To say I’m eager is an understatement. I’m so excited that there’s a part of me that wishes I could text the group chat right now. Because somebody needs to know this is going down.
It feels epic in a way that I think warriors must’ve felt when they ran out into battle. I want to yell, “For Scotland,” like I’m William Wallace in Braveheart.
Brooks takes my hand again before we close the distance to Wells and Brody.
“First things first,” Wells says, reaching for the belt of my trench. “You should take off your coat and stay awhile.”
I grin, then immediately frown.
Suddenly, the underwear set I thought was sufficient feels ugly as hell. Embarrassing even. There’s nothing sexy about it. And this is a very sexy situation.
Shit.
“Or…” I toss out. “It could be hot to leave it on.” Telling by the looks on their faces, nobody agrees. So I pivot. “Okay, look…what’s underneath is all I had. I was coming to a women’s retreat. I didn’t need cute panties. And now—”
Wells presses his hand over my mouth, shutting me up. I stare back, surprised by the move.
“We literally don’t give a shit,” he grits out with a smirk.
Brody chuckles. “Baby, we like pussy…not panties.”
I lick my lips behind Wells’ hand, making him hum a moan. But I honestly didn’t think before I did it.
His hand drops, but before I can focus on him, Brooks leans in.
“Eyes over here, Stunner. Just focus and follow my lead.”
Okay. Yep. I got this. Stop overthinking.
After a breath, I do as I’m told and look at Brooks. He winks, then turns his attention to the fucking god standing in front of him.
Brody’s boring into him. They’re staring at each other so intensely that I can’t help but watch. I also can’t help but be slightly oblivious to the fact that Wells is untying the belt of my trench.
Brooks’ tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip slowly before he leans in closer to Brody. I can feel the tickle of my breath drift out. Their mouths hover, like it’s a standoff over who caves first.
Damn.
My back arches as Wells tugs each button of my coat, opening it slowly.
I’ve always found watching people kiss to be one of the most erotic experiences out there. I love it so much I think it’s kind of a kink for me.
It’s so sexy, the way two people connect and meld in endless passion.
But this moment beats them all. I have goose bumps down my arms watching them tease each other, standing so close that I’m sure Brody can feel Brooks’ breath.
But neither of them moves. Until Brody lifts Brooks’ shirt off.
It’s done at the same time I feel Wells sweep my trench off my shoulders.
Without a thought, I glance at Wells, and he holds my eyes before his gaze rakes over my body, taking me all in.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Brody whispers reverently, like he’s admitting a secret. It immediately nabs my attention, but he wasn’t talking to me.
Damn. Swoon.
Brooks closes the distance between them and presses the softest, most delicate kiss to Brody’s mouth. An exchange that feels so intimate that a part of me feels like I’m intruding on something private.
I let out a sigh, rocked by their connection, until Wells puts two fingers under my chin, guiding my face back to his.
“Our turn.”
Before I can think, his lips touch mine, his bottom one sliding between my own.
Holy shit. This is my new “first” kiss.
A small smile graces my lips as my hands come to his chest, and I press further up on my tiptoes, deepening our kiss. Because if this is the new first, the new standard, I don’t want gentle or soft. I want to be impassioned.
I want something that makes my knees so weak that I have no choice but to drop to them and suck him off.
And apparently, that’s not something I need to explain to Wells because the minute I give him an inch, he takes a mile.
His palm presses to the middle of my back, pulling my body flush to his as his other hand cradles the side of my head. Our heads shift, tongues dipping inside each other’s mouths as we tease them.
This is a fucking kiss.
I feel him moan, the vibration tickling my throat as my fingers curl around his T-shirt, and I grip the fabric, trying to pull him even closer.
Our mouths are sealed, tongues in full exploration as we kiss and kiss. My whole body tingles, and the only thought is more.
Wells weaves his fingers into my hair, forcing my head to tilt the other way, but we never break contact. Fuck, he’s a good kisser.
I feel like I’m being devoured. Owned. This kiss is scratching itches I’ve never been able to reach. I don’t even know where my breath starts and his ends.
The kiss grows fevered, and Wells reaches over his back, our mouths only breaking as he drags his shirt over his head before we meld again.
“Fuck” is said from next to us before, “Wells…” then “Wells. Wells…” The last time his name is said, it is the loudest.
I feel Wells put his hands on my shoulders and push me away.
“Cherry,” he breathes out heavily.
His chest is heaving, as is mine. His mouth agape, just like mine.
But we don’t stop staring at each other.
“We gotta slow down,” he directs. I frown, but he smirks. “Or I swear to god, I’ll bend you over this bed and fuck you while they watch. Blow job lesson be damned.”
Silence fills the room, but it’s not something I notice because I’m about to say, “Yes, please,” until Brody shoves Wells shoulder. “We’re gonna kick your ass for that.”
Wells chuckles, but I bite my lip, looking between them. I know it’s not real jealousy, but I like it.
Brooks crosses his arms, narrowing in on me. “Yeah. And as for you…”
“Me?” My brows shoot up as I look shocked. “What did I do?”
“What did I do?” he teases. “Stop giving Wells all the firsts…” He counts on his fingers. “Wells met you first. He kissed you first. And now he’s about to get the first blowie.”
Brody squares his shoulders at me. “Are you trying to hurt our feelings?”
Oh my god. I almost giggle. Instead, I become a brat.
I don’t know where I find the nerve, but what comes out of my mouth must be in part fueled by some kind of leftover euphoria from that kiss because it’s bold and a version of me I’ve never met.
My middle finger lifts to my lips as I look at Brooks first. “Wells got these, but you can have this pair.” I drop my hand to my pussy as I watch Brooks shudder, blinking quickly for a moment like a hungry animal.
Then I look at Brody, prepared to be just as sassy as I was to Brooks, but Brody speaks first. “And what do I get?”
I shrug, flirtatiously. “I dunno. Just make sure you rub it on my ass again.”
“Get her a pillow,” thunders out from Wells, as the other two stand still staring at me with a mix of awe and lust. “I need her on her knees.”
“Yup,” Brooks agrees, immediately walking away to fulfill the wish.
But Brody lets out a quiet breath before he says, “Your dumb-as-fuck ex-husband hella fumbled the bag. Because, baby, I think you’re a natural at this.”
Just like that, all my bravado falls away, and suddenly, I’m shy again. Because what do I even say to that compliment? What could I say when he’s looking at me the way he is?
Brooks tosses the retrieved pillow down at my feet, then runs both his hands down his face before clapping them together once.
“Okay. All the dicks in the room need to focus. And you,” he says with a wink in my direction. “Blow job class is now in session. So be a good teacher’s pet and only open your mouth to suck.”
I smile. I can’t even hide it as I nod.
Brooks turns his attention back to Brody, but my breath picks up because even though we’re getting back to business, nobody’s eyes are staying on their exact partner.
We’re all distracted by each other, half-naked as we steal glances, and Brooks and I play follow the leader. Brooks’ strong hands run over Brody’s six-pack, then up and over his shoulders, pulling a long exhale from Brody’s lungs before Brooks retraces his steps.
The air starts to crackle again, and the room feels smaller, like we’re in our own bubble. I watch as Brooks lets his fingers trace down over Brody’s abs until he gets to the waistband of his shorts.
That’s when he glances at me, jutting his chin as if to say, “Get started.”
So I turn my eyes to Wells, as his greet mine.
Slowly, and somewhat nervously, I let my hands explore his body, starting at his chest. My light touches feather over his nipples before I press my whole palm over his shoulders and down his arms.
His chest rises higher, and our eyes stay connected as my hands glide over his skin. It’s crazy to think that I’ve lived my whole sexual life with a man, but this is the first time I’ve explored one’s body.
My fingertips find their way down over each ridge of his abs, even over his belly button, until I move further down the dark line of hair that leads into his shorts.
Wells’ stomach contracts as his eyes close.
It makes me think I did a good job. My thoughts are proven when he says, “Student of the fucking year.”
Brooks matches my smile before silently motioning for me to run my finger back and forth under the band.
So I do, my shoulders only jumping slightly when both men groan and drop their heads back. Brooks and I smile at each other again.
Who knew blow jobs aren’t just erotic but kind of fun too.
I feel so powerful.
Brooks nods, and I understand it to mean that it’s time for their pants to come off. And I think because I know it’s coming, the surprise Wells has in store for me, it feels like Christmas morning.
The boys still have their heads back, their eyes closed, so with a devilish grin, Brooks motions to come closer to him. But when I lean in, I don’t get new instructions, as I expected.
I get a kiss.
It’s chaste, but it makes me blush because then he comes up to my ear and says, “Thanks for saying yes.”
I’m kissed again, this time his lips lingering against mine before he pulls away and scrapes his bottom one with his teeth.
That whole saying, “made my heart skip a beat,” makes complete sense now because, man, he’s charming and easy on the eyes.
Brooks stares into my eyes for one more beat before he turns back to Brody, and I do the same to Wells while keeping an eye out for my next move.
My eyes are on Brooks as he reaches inside Brody’s shorts, and I can tell he’s touching Brody. And not just because of the pained groan that falls from Brody’s lips, but because I recognize the motion Brooks did with our hands earlier.
He’s stroking Brody’s cock.
But before it goes too far, he tugs Brody’s shorts, pulling them down on one side before Brody helps with the rest.
I do the same, but add in letting my fingers feel over the Jacob’s ladder again before I wrap my palm around Wells.
“Damn, it’s so good,” Wells breathes out seriously, but stops my hand. “Not wet enough.”
I must look confused because Brooks chimes in, “You can’t just start jerking a guy off until you get it wet. It’s more painful than pleasurable.”
There’s an “oh” look on my face, which grows even more surprised when Brooks looks down and spits on Brody’s cock.
Brody grips the back of Brooks’ head, their eyes locked. My pulse begins racing as I stare at Brody’s incredibly tense jaw before Brooks begins slowly stroking that beautiful cock between them.
“Whoa,” I whisper.
My clit surges to life, throbbing. But I try to stay on target, looking back at Wells, not exactly at him, more like at it.
His thick cock bobs heavily against his stomach, the tip shining up at me.
My mouth is too dry for this level of kink. I’ve been too awed all night. How do I even make enough spit? He’s so big. Fuck me.
I’m deep in another batch of spiraling thoughts when I feel Wells lift my hand from around his dick before he licks my palm.
It’s animalistic and filthy. His whole tongue flattens over my palm, making me swallow hard.
Just as he stops, my body jumps because I feel a rush of warmth between my legs. I’m wet. Like actually.
I know what to do. I’m supposed to run my hand down his shaft…to follow the leader. But that’s not what happens.
Instead, I drop to my knees and look up, saying, “You get it wet,” before I open my mouth.
“Fuck” is deeply and gutturally drawn out at the same time by every man.
It’s appropriate because that’s exactly what I want. To get my mouth fucked.