19. Hazel
HAZEL
As I caress them, those bulges grow bigger and harder. Both men assist me by opening their pants, and when their cocks are unleashed, I stroke both of them, feeling like a greedy goddess.
I grow braver still, and slide off the bed so I can approach them from a better angle. Reluctant to let go of either of them, I keep hold of Bron’s cock as I bring my mouth to Conal’s.
First, I lick him, because that’s something I know I can do. I lick the head of him, then the shaft, then around the rim of the head, and Conal gives me feedback about what he likes best by the sounds he makes.
Eventually, I wrap my lips around the tip, then take him in a little deeper, earning another groan. When I start to suck on him, he runs a hand through my hair, a silent “Good girl.”
If I wasn’t so enthusiastic, I might notice that my mouth feels tired from the stretch, but I keep going, and gradually take him deeper and go faster—until he moves me off of him and directs me toward his brother.
My hand is still resting on Bron’s cock, though I’m afraid I wasn’t able to focus on it while I was sucking on Conal. Now, I give Bron my full attention, and I’m rewarded with a rumbling groan so sexy I feel like I could nearly come again.
As soon as I get in a rhythm, Bron cups the back of my head in his hand, and pulls me toward him each time I bob my head. He isn’t forcing me, but I could imagine that he is. Even though my actions are all my own, it gives me the idea that he’s making me take him, and it’s a surprising turn-on.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he tells me a minute later through gritted teeth. When I look up at him, he slides his hand around to cup my jaw, caressing. “When I warn you, pull away. Quickly.”
I’m filled with an excited anticipation that has me trying to take him deeper still. His cock seems to swell in my mouth. He groans, then says, “Now!” as his hand urges me away .
I draw back and watch, because despite witnessing this three times last night, I’m still in awe. Tonight, I’m in the line of fire, and some of his cum lands on my cheek, then my chest, and my arm.
I love knowing I’m the one who made that happen, that I made him feel so good, he couldn’t contain it. It’s fascinating to watch someone so big and strong lose control for a few seconds.
Rafe sets a stack of towels on the bed, and Bron grabs one, cleaning me off before himself.
Next to me, Conal’s still hard, and I don’t know why he had me stop. Maybe just to share? I slide my hand over his thigh, where he’s still in jeans. “Can I finish you?” When he gestures me closer, I add, “I’d like to try to swallow this time.”
His response is an anguished groan. “Fuck, Hazel, you’re going to be the death of me.”
I take him in my mouth again, and though he was already hard, he grows even bigger as I suck on him. I use my hand to stroke the length of him that I can’t fit in my mouth, and after mustering more courage, I slide my other hand lower to touch his balls.
“Go easy there,” he warns, and I pull back, thinking I went too far, but he grabs my hand and puts it back. “No, I like it. Just gentle. ”
He seems to like it a lot, because as I stroke him there, his breathing shifts, and I can tell he’s getting close. He gives me a warning, just like Bron did, but he doesn’t push me away.
The way his body tenses makes it obvious he’s about to come, but I’m still not prepared when the hot liquid jets into my mouth. Without meaning to, I pull back, releasing him and leaving him to finish on his own.
He grabs his cock and pulls on it hard, a few more spurts shooting out before he’s done.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, feeling foolish.
With his clean hand, he cups my chin, making me look at him. “Hey, no worries, babe. I appreciate you trying.”
“It just surprised me,” I say. “I didn’t know what it would feel like.”
He chuckles at this, but not meanly. “I can imagine.”
After he cleans my face, Conal goes off to the bathroom, and I turn to Rafe.
“We don’t need to do anything else tonight, Hazel. This has probably been a lot for you. ”
I quickly shake my head. “I want to get it right. I love everything the three of you do to me, and I want to learn to make you feel just as good.”
Rafe shakes his head and smiles, and to show him how serious I am, I kneel at his feet and undo his pants, pushing his hand away when he tries to help.
I free his cock, loving the way it bobs in front of my face.
Taking hold of it with both hands, I run my tongue around the head and tease the underside until Rafe groans.
Then I swallow him down, taking him as far into my mouth as I can.
I gag a little but keep at it, and am rewarded with deep sounds rumbling up from his throat.
“Oh fuck, Hazel.” His head drops back and he starts to rock forward, thrusting gently, matching my pace.
Spurred on, I tug harder on him, the way I saw Conal handle himself, and I suck harder too, and Rafe curses again, a long, drawn-out “Fuuuuck,” before he utters, “Gonna come, fuck.”
I’m so turned on by the way he’s responding, that I’m fully in the moment, and when he comes, I keep him in my mouth, and take pulse after pulse of his hot release. It’s salty and bitter, but also a little sweet, and I swallow as much as I can, though I can’t handle it all .
When he’s done, he’s completely drained, literally and figuratively. He pulls me into his arms and then collapses into a nearby chair, me in his lap. I rest my head on his chest, and he strokes my hair as his heartbeat slows to a normal pace.
“That was incredible, Hazel,” he says finally.
“Really?” I knew he liked it, obviously, but incredible is high praise.
“Yeah,” he says, still sounding wiped out, and I smile.
Later, in bed, Conal pulls me on top of him, so we’re lying chest to chest. Unlike our first night in the Vegas suite, the men haven’t been sleeping naked. I assume they think I’ll be more comfortable if they have clothes on.
Conal’s wearing pajama pants, and I can feel the bulge of his cock through the thin flannel.
“Our girl’s such a quick learner,” he says before giving me a long kiss.
“Maybe the three of you are just good teachers.”
He smirks but doesn’t say anything, then kisses me again. His hands roam over my backside, caressing and pulling me closer. He tugs at my hips and notches me against him, his erection pressing between my legs.
I changed into different sleepwear because the red nightie got dirty, so the underwear I have on is another layer of separation between me and Conal, but I can still feel his hardness.
When he pulls my body higher on his, I sigh. His hands cup my ass, grinding me down on him. “Use my body, babe,” he tells me. “Make yourself feel good.”
Despite all we’ve done together already, I’d probably be too embarrassed to do this in the light of day, but here in the dark, under the covers, I slide my hips over his body until I find the spot that lights me up inside.
He lets me move on my own, but uses his hands to encourage me to be much rougher than I would.
“Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?” I whisper.
He shakes his head, arches his hips toward me, then grabs my bottom lip with his teeth. “Make yourself come,” he whispers back.
Straddling him in this position, I can almost imagine what it would be like for him to fuck me. He’s so long and so thick, but the hotter I get for him, the easier it is to believe that it’s going to feel good when he’s inside me, because right now, he feels amazing.
I’m shocked at how quickly I reach the verge of coming, even with him barely touching me. I rub my body against his faster, faster, and then the release pulses through me, wave after blissful wave.
Conal holds me tight, letting me rest on top of him, and I end up falling asleep in his arms, with his brothers on either side of us.