Chapter Eleven
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You ate mine. I eat yours.
“Down,” Brody growls, and Brooks joins me.
The minute his knees hit the ground, Brooks forces me to look at him. But I can see all of them. Wells and Brody stare down at me like ticking time bombs, and Brooks directly back at me with so much fire in his eyes that they’ve gone from ocean blue to molten lava.
“I’m only gonna ask this once,” Brooks rasps. “Do you want to swallow?”
His words pull me out of my horny stupor, and I shrug. “I don’t know. Do I? What does it taste like?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Wells and Brody stroking their cocks as Brooks speaks. But still, the sounds make me close my eyes because it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
“Everyone’s cum is different,” Brooks breathes out. “But mainly salty and warm. Precum…the stuff before the actual cum. That’s more grapefruity. And sometimes it can have an astringent aftertaste.”
“What’s the texture?”
Brooks grins, glancing up at the guys before his eyes drop while he thinks of his next words. “It’s like…” He looks up and grins. “Egg yolk.”
I scrunch my nose, but then it occurs to me I should ask Wells’ preference.
So from my knees, I look up at his handsome face, almost losing my train of thought as he jerks himself off in front of my face.
The jewelry peeks out with each stroke, and I find myself so mesmerized by the way the veins in his cock become more pronounced when he tugs downward.
My eyes lift to his.
“Do you want me to swallow?” I whisper.
An intense whoosh of breath rips from his lungs before he says, “Fuck. Make her stop, Brooks.”
My face whips to Brooks, who hides a laugh, then winks. “The answer’s always yes, Stunner. We all want you to swallow, but you’re dangerously close to Wells coming on your face if you keep doing that cherry shit. It’s too fucking hot.”
“Oh” is all I say before I add, “Then, yeah, I want to swallow. Show me.”
“Okay.”
Brooks smacks Brody’s hand away before he wraps his hand around his cock and slowly takes it into his mouth. I pay attention to how his cheeks cave in as he descends, and I crane my neck to see the way they stay the same as he draws back.
His head makes a similar motion, like the twisty one his hand did, but it’s slower and seems to get deeper and deeper.
“Fuck, Brooks,” Brody grunts, pressing his hand on the back of Brooks’ head.
“Cherry,” Wells grits out. “I’m dying over here.”
I snap back to attention.
Right. My bad.
Brooks breaks away from Brody, a little breathless, before he says, “Let your lips naturally tuck over your teeth as you suck—”
Brody’s pulling him back, but Brooks just smiles as he keeps him at bay by pushing Brody’s hips.
“—no teeth.”
I nod enthusiastically as Brooks is pulled back to business. Nervously, I replace Wells’ hand with mine.
He’s breathing so hard, staring down at me, that I can’t help but match his pace.
“Tell me if I do something wrong, okay?” I whisper, and he nods.
I lick my lips, leaning in until I kiss the tip of his cock, smiling to myself as he shivers.
Here goes nothing.
My mouth opens as I draw him inside slowly, letting my tongue flatten as his piercings ride over. My hand drifts away to only a few fingers as I go deeper, then closes in again as I draw back.
Holy shit.
He’s so hard but also soft. The way he fills my mouth makes my body come alive as if there’s a charge running through me. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck prick up, and even though I’m on my knees, they feel weak. So I put my other hand on his hip for security.
A moan rumbles from Wells’ chest, but it’s cut off, making me lift my eyes. Brody seals his mouth over Wells’.
They’re kissing while we suck.
Fuck.
The view fuels my desire. I lower my head again, taking him into my mouth as far as I can before I feel my gag reflex tickle. So I draw back, careful not to bite.
I do it again. And again. Faster.
Jesus. I love this. The feel of him inside my mouth. The power I hold each time he moans. I want him to beg me to do this every day.
I don’t even realize that my hips are moving in a small circle as I suck. That’s how turned on I am.
A whimper vibrates over his cock, and I immediately feel Wells begin to move his hips. He weaves his fingers through my hair, the grip tightening each time I suck him deeper. Until each time I descend, he presses forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat.
“Goddamn. Your mouth’s so fucking perfect. Suck it, baby.”
The room’s a symphony of sex, moaning, and panting, and we’re the instruments.
Brody groans, and out of my periphery, I see Brooks dig his fingers into Brody’s hips. It’s almost like Brody can’t take it, but Brooks wants to devour him.
I’m feeling wild. And I’m trembling.
I can hear the urgency in what Brooks is doing, and I swear it’s making me do the same. The slick sounds of slurping and sucking are debased and hedonistic. As I lift my eyes to Wells, I’m rewarded with a “yes.”
Wells stares down at me, all his attention on me, even as Brody kisses his neck.
It’s overwhelming, and I don’t know why I do it, but I drop my hand from Wells’ hip and reach for Brooks.
His hand finds mine before he joins it with the one jerking Brody’s cock while he blows him.
My brain almost short-circuits because this feels a lot like patting your head and rubbing your stomach. I’m blinking too quickly, trying to stay on rhythm. But I don’t have to worry because Wells takes over, saying, “Just suck. I got the rest.”
Oh my god. He’s fucking my mouth.
Wells begins thrusting in and out of my mouth, so I do as I’m told and suck. All the while, I’m hyperaware of the fact that I’m jerking off Brody while Brooks sucks his dick.
I don’t know what’s happening to my body, but it feels a lot like when I’m about to come. And I can’t help myself; I whimper again.
Fuck. I want someone to fuck me. I need it.
What is this? I’ve literally never felt this crazed before in my life.
Wells moves even faster, and it makes me gag, but Brody growls, “Relax your throat. Like when you swallow.”
I try, but I don’t understand what he means. It doesn’t matter, though, because I might explode and die before anyone comes. I think I could spontaneously combust watching the way Wells’ hips undulate in front of me as I hollow my cheeks.
Another moan hums out, and it’s in company with Brody.
My hand’s robbed of him because he’s fallen back onto the bed, barely seated as Brooks’ body engulfs his lap. He’s almost on top of him, sucking him down over and over, his mouth going all the way down to the base.
Brody smacks his palm down on Brooks’ back once with a grunt. “Fuck, Brookie baby. I’m gonna come. I’m…oh god, oh my fucking god.”
But Brooks pulls away, his lips shining. “Not yet,” he says, adding a barked “Wells.”
“I’m there,” Wells grunts before gripping my hair, forcing me to stay in place and not descend.
Both men grow rigid, deep groans rumbling from deep within. And that’s when I feel it—Wells comes in my mouth.
It comes in spurts, and I taste the saltiness right away.
His moan is strained as I stay frozen on my knees, waiting for when I’m supposed to swallow. Until he suddenly pulls out, and Brooks’ mouth seals over mine. His tongue pushes inside my mouth.
A sweeter taste mixes with what’s already in my mouth, so I instinctively swallow while Brooks kisses the fuck out of me.
My arms wrap around his neck as my bra-covered breasts press against his chest. We feel depraved, cum mixed in our mouths as we feverishly kiss, on our knees, in front of Wells and Brody. But something about it calls to every hidden desire I possess.
Brooks pulls away and smiles at me before he runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Good girl.”
Before I know what’s happening, I’m hauled to my feet and into Brody’s arms. A squeal erupts from me before I laugh.
I just gave my first blow job. And I swallowed.
So many thoughts are hitting me that I can barely keep them straight, but I do register someone saying, “Your turn, Margot.”
Oh…it’s my turn.
I’m tossed directly onto the bed this time, making me scream-laugh, before they descend.
My ankles are grabbed, pulling me down their giant ass bed, before Brooks spreads my legs and starts crawling up between them.
At the same time, Wells grabs my jaw, turning my head, making room for him to kiss my neck.
I exhale harshly, feeling like I’m right back in serious sensory overload.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Brody says, rubbing his palm over my stomach before he drags his hand roughly up between the cleavage in my bra, then hooks his finger around the material and yanks.
My breasts are exposed, nipples hard.
I gasp, arching off the bed. But the sound’s eaten because Wells kisses me, stealing my breath, just as Brody takes my nipple between his teeth.
Oh my god.
I feel like I can’t catch my breath. I’m like a person who doesn’t know how to swim, who’s been thrown into the deep end of a pool. Because I don’t know where to turn or what to do.
I’m mentally flailing.
Brooks nips the inside of my knee, making me jump until I shiver when Brody kneads the breast he’s not laving his tongue over.
My hand lifts as I try to bring it to touch Wells’ face as he kisses me deeply, but there’s a body in the way, so I drop my arm, opening one eye to try and get my bearings.
Jesus, I’m so turned on and around and…underwater.
Brooks runs his tongue higher and higher up my thigh, and I want to moan, but Wells is owning my thoughts and mouth. That is until Brody flicks his tongue over my impossibly hard bud, making my breast ache with lust.
It’s as if the sensation is linked all the way to my pussy.
Fuck. I’m drowning in need.
Everything’s just happening all at once. Lips press to the crease between my thigh and pussy, teeth graze my skin, fingers press into my flesh, and I think…
I think every single thought I’ve ever had.
Which is why my body reacts before my mind knows what I’m doing.
“Stop. Hold on…pause, pause, pause…” I rush out with a sharp intake of breath. I sit up, breaking lips and hands off me. “I’m sorry…I just. I’m sorry…”