Chapter Twenty-Two - Briggs
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Briggs
Skipping work on the ranch to watch some x-rated material alone on my bed would usually be some kind of rock bottom warranting an intervention.
Not this time.
This time it’s a fucking necessity.
My brothers and I don’t know how to navigate this damn thing. But we’re trying.
And damn, I guess Blaire is trying now, too.
I wasn’t sure how I’d feel seeing her with one of my brothers. Hell, I didn’t think it was even a realistic option before Reese texted us today.
He thinks that Blaire really is the woman we’ve been talking to online before we blocked her. I think a part of me always knew it. But it just seemed too good to be true.
And so does the scene unfolding right in front of our eyes.
Blaire looks into the camera for a moment before she takes a deep breath. Her face is lined up with Reese’s erection on the screen and her red manicured nails are wrapped neatly around his shaft.
My cock already agrees that this is okay. In fact, this is more than okay.
Especially when she opens her gorgeous as hell mouth and licks the head of Reese’s cock.
Damn, if I was Reese, I don’t know how long I would even be able to last. I wonder if his dick feels camera shy?
Maybe it was weird at first. But it’s fucking Blaire.
Her eyes look up to Reese and I see something there.
Joy. Lust. Maybe even love. And it’s sexy as hell to witness.
She strokes him now and bobs her head, pushing him back deeper and deeper in her throat. Reese’s fingers burrow into her thick auburn ponytail in approval.
“Touch yourself for us, princess.” Reese’s voice comes through the speaker, even though I can’t see his face.
She looks at the camera.
“First you two,” she addresses Colt and I. “You’re supposed to be showing me if you like this or not.”
Colt looks at the screen, deliberating for a moment, but then he nods and starts to unbutton his jeans. I reach into my athletic pants and find my cock already hard. This is not how I imagined being intimate with Blaire again. But it’s fucking hot. And the implication of what this means is even hotter.
“Impressive.” Blaire grins as she looks at the screen. Both Colt and I have our dicks out and we’re stroking ourselves.
She’s crouched down, sitting on the heels of her sneakers, and she pulls her legs open in that position. She snakes her hand under her leggings and rocks her hips until her hands find what she’s looking for.
Her entire approach to sucking Reese’s cock changes as she gets more and more turned on. What started as long languid strokes of her tongue has devolved into hungry sucking. She swirls her tongue and cups his balls, coaxing his orgasm to the brink and then slowing things back down again, teasing him.
He moans as she takes him in the back of her throat, bobbing her head back and forth. She touches herself more wildly now and a drip of pre-come escapes my tip as I watch her hips rocking back and forth with her own hand.
Fuck, she’s so sexy. I want to run to my car and barge into that room, where ever the fuck they are.
“There’s no way I’m letting myself come before you do,” Reese’s voice comes on the phone again.
He pulls out of her mouth and her spit covers his cock. He lifts her to her feet and tugs her into him. I can’t see their faces, but I know they’re kissing by the way their bodies are moving.
He reaches down to tear down her leggings.
“Reese, this place is disgusting. I don’t wany any part of me touching it,” she argues.
I grin, wondering where the hell he could have possibly taken her and not blaming her for one second.
“The only place you’ll be sitting is on my face,” Reese responds confidently. Both Colt and I laugh.
Blaire’s face appears on the screen, looking at us with a grin and pointing her finger. “Don’t egg him on you two.”
“I’m being serious,” he pulls her into him again. “You seem to have trouble believing when I’m serious these days.”
Then he lays himself down on the floor. The camera is focused on the lower half of the room so we can see him just fine.
“Now sit on my face and watch my brothers come while you come.” Reese pulls her towards him. “It’s a whole damn family reunion and only your knees have to touch the ground.”
He reaches up and pulls down her leggings.
“I’ve never done it like this,” she says as she maneuvers herself awkwardly over him. “How do I know you can breathe?”
He grips her ass and coaxes her right over his face. “I’d die happy,” he says as he moves his mouth up to find her slit.
“Oh,” she says in surprise. “Mm.” She nods in approval.
He lowers her down even more and now she’s fully riding his face, moving her hips in adjustment so he can get the spots she wants.
She closes her eyes and slides her hand under her tank top and massages her own breast as she squirms over Reese in pleasure.
“Fuck,” Colt says roughly. “You look so fucking sexy like that, Blaire.”
She opens her eyes and focuses on us.
“You like it?” She asks breathlessly. “This is good for you, too?”
“It is,” is all I can muster as I fist myself harder.
“Fuck, how do you all three have such gorgeous cocks?” She asks, writhing more wildly on Reese. She goes to reach out for him, but he pulls her back in place, holding her steady against his mouth.
Reese brings his hand down and begins to stroke himself. I think that’s the most multi-tasking I’ve ever seen him accomplish.
“Do you like it?” I ask quietly. “Seeing us touch ourselves for you?”
She releases a shuddering breath as she nods.
“I really do,” she says, sounding pained.
Reese’s head moves more vigorously under her and she collapses forward, gripping his abdomen with her nails as her body writhes with pleasure.
In the middle of her abandon, she looks up at us, her jaw hanging open with a moan and desperation written all over her.
I grip my cock hard and come shoots out onto my lap. I’ve never come this hard from my own hand and I double over, watching Blaire as she crawls her way to Reese’s dick and takes him in her mouth as he loses his own control.
Colt growls and he can’t hold it any longer, either.
All three of us lose our minds as rope after rope of semen releases. And all for her.
I didn’t even touch her, yet every cell in my body hums for her and only her.
Fuck.
I just came, but I already want more of her. I want to hold her in my arms and make her feel cared for, not just desired.
“Blaire-” I begin to say, but a knocking sound cuts through my words.
She cusses and rushes to pull her pants back up.
“The hour is over,” a voice I don’t recognize comes through the phone.
“Where the hell are you guys?” Colt asks.
“You don’t want to know.” Reese scurries up and tucks himself into his pants before the phone disconnects.
As my screen goes black, I wonder what the hell just happened.
And more importantly, when can we do it again?