Epilogue #2
“Eyes on me,” I commanded gently, ever so slightly increasing the grip of my neck.
She forced herself to listen, chest starting to rise and fall in sharper degrees as Cal’s hands began to work their magic.
I slid my hand between her thighs where the only piece of clothing I’d left on was her panties.
She was so wet already that I could feel it through the fabric.
I bit down on a growl. “So wet already? When did this happen, Lauren?”
She shuddered. “You…you guys know what you’re doing to me.”
“Of course we do,” Merrick said, nibbling at her ear and shoulder. Cal copied him on the other side. My hand stroked over the front of her panties, teasing her but not providing enough friction to fix the ache I knew she was feeling right about now.
“That’s our job, darlin’,” Cal said.
Lauren moaned and rolled her hips into my hand. I smiled hungrily. “What are you trying to do, sweetheart?”
She glared at me but her face was so hopelessly lost and desperate that it had the opposite effect to the warning she was trying to throw at me. I loved it when Lauren took charge sometimes, demanding her pleasure from us in whatever way she felt like that day.
But, God, I also loved this. Watching her fight against her pride, making her squirm. I was a numbers man and I wanted to give her triple the pleasure. I prided myself in always making sure I left behind a job well done and I guess I didn’t trust anyone else on my crew but Rafe and Cal.
“You trying to fuck my fingers, Lauren?” I pressed the heel of my hand against her clothed pussy and she jerked against it, a frustrated whine coming out of her mouth. Cal moved down to her chest, his mouth finding her hard nipples and I felt my cock start to stir.
I teased my fingers along the top of her panties, slipping them under the material and then pulling them out again, never quite reaching where she needed me to. Not yet.
“Brock,” she begged, trying to reach for me but both Merrick and Cal kept her pinned to that couch. “Brock, please. Please put your fingers inside me.”
I hummed, my mouth salivating. I dragged my eyes from the beautiful mess we were making to the other guys. “Think she earned it yet?”
“Yeah,” Cal mumbled around her breast, his free hand moving to stimulate the other one.
Rafe didn’t even answer, too busy plying sloppy kisses to her neck and shoulders. He fixated on that little spot, the one right beneath her ear. Which was perfect because the second someone got their mouth on that, her body would just….
“Urgh, shit,” Lauren’s head dipped back into the pillows of the couch as I slid two fingers inside of her dripping pussy, directing them right to where I knew she was most sensitive. I had her body memorized. I think she forgot sometimes.
I inhaled sharply at the sensation of the tight, wet heat of her, awed as though I hadn’t already become well-acquainted with the feel of her by this point. I didn’t think it would ever lose its novelty.
We worked her over like that, bringing her to the edge only for me to withdraw my fingers at the very last second.
She groaned in frustration as Merrick and Cal also withdrew their touch from her body. Righting herself on the couch, she turned a communal glare on us until she realized that we were removing our own clothes.
That glare turned to lust in an instant as she raked her eyes over our bodies.
That was one of the things I loved about Lauren.
She wasn’t afraid to express her desire in a way that made me feel she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I wanted her to be greedy and I wanted to give her more than she could handle.
I held out my hand for her and she took it.
I pulled her into the center of our huddle and for the trip from the living room up to the bedroom, it was free game.
We touched her wherever we could find free skin, and she reciprocated in kind.
It was a blind flurry of feeling and I loved how she lost herself in it, completely gone until Cal gently laid her down on the bed.
She watched us with heavy-lidded eyes, her mouth pink and swollen. Rafe pulled her legs open and buried his between them, cleaning up the mess I made of her. Lauren arched her back and grabbed onto the sheets, and the sight of that was so fucking hot that I almost came on the spot.
But I had other things to do first. I collected three condoms, lube and a little something else I’d gotten over the weekend that I wanted us to try. Lauren hadn’t even noticed me stowing these away in my overnight bag, despite the fact that we practically lived here now.
Cal was kissing her while Merrick ate her out and I let him get her across the finish line for the first time tonight just to stroke his ego before I took my turn.
I handed him the lube and picked Lauren up in my arms. She wrapped herself around me, her body still shaking with the aftershocks and her still-building arousal.
She was shamelessly pressing herself against me and my grip on her hips tightened.
I let myself grind back against her, holding her aloft while Cal spread himself out on the bed.
“You feel….” she whispered in my ear, grabbing my hair. “Oh, Brock, you feel so good.”
I made an ugly sound, trying to rein myself in but she always made that so fucking difficult.
Every time. With restraint that I impressed myself with, I gently lowered her down onto Cal and she crawled up his body, grinding against him now before she straddled him, holding his cock against her tight cunt.