Chapter 3
“Alright,” I said. “You can have her.”
I lifted Tessa off my cock. She made a wrecked little sound at the loss. I set her on the edge of the couch and looked down between her thighs, at the mess I’d left, white already slipping out of her, smearing the inside of one leg.
“Christ. Look at that.”
Bennett swore. Reid dragged a hand over his mouth.
I hooked my hands under her arms and put her on her knees on the rug. The house was cold on the floor. She didn’t seem to feel it. She looked up at me with her mouth already soft, shirt gone, shorts still hanging off one ankle like a joke, my come leaking down her thigh in the TV light.
I stood. Opened my jeans the rest of the way. Bennett and Reid did the same without being told, belts, zippers, the ugly relief of finally getting a hand on themselves. Three of us over her. She looked small like that. She didn’t look like she wanted to be anywhere else.
“Mouth on me first,” I said. “Hands on them. You don’t play favorites after that. You take turns.”
Tessa leaned in and opened for me. Wet heat, no teasing, just taking me onto her tongue like she’d been thinking about it the whole time I was inside her. I hissed and threaded my fingers into her hair. Not shoving. Holding.
“Good. Just like that. Bennett-here.”
She wrapped her right hand around Bennett without looking away from my cock. He groaned the second she stroked him. Reid stepped in on her other side and she found him too, clumsy at first, then surer, pumping both of them while she sucked me.
I let her work until my thighs went tight, then eased her off with a wet sound.
“Reid. Your turn.”
She turned and took my youngest brother into her mouth.
Reid’s head dropped back. His hand hovered over her hair until I nodded, and then he held her like I had.
She kept stroking me with one fist and Bennett with the other, spit-slick, messy, the kind of rhythm that wasn’t pretty and didn’t need to be.
“Fuck, Tess,” Reid breathed.
“She can take more than that,” I said. “Don’t treat her like she’s going to break. She just came on my cock begging for it.”
Bennett’s voice was wrecked. “Cole.”
“Switch.”
She pulled off Reid and went to Bennett, deeper this time, a little moan around him that I felt in my own spine.
I watched my come drip down her thigh while she sucked my brother, and I stroked her hair and told her she was doing exactly what I’d wanted since the first night she slept across the hall.
“That’s three of us. That’s the whole house. You don’t get to pretend this was an accident after tonight.”
She whimpered around Bennett and squeezed me harder. The movie hit some screaming act behind us. Nobody turned around.
Bennett broke first.
Tessa had barely gotten a rhythm on him—cheeks hollowed, fist still working me, the other slick around Reid—when his whole body locked.
He tried to warn her. Got as far as her name.
Then he came in her mouth with a sound that was almost angry, hips jerking, one hand fisted in his own shirt like he could hold it back after the fact.
“Shit-Tess-fuck!”
She swallowed what she could and still lost some of it at the corner of her lips. I watched it streak her chin and I laughed under my breath, mean and fond at the same time.
“Already?” I said. “You’ve been waiting years and you last two minutes in her mouth.”
Bennett dragged a hand down his face, still shaking. “Shut up.”
“Get behind her. If you can’t keep your cock in the rotation, you can make yourself useful.”
He went. Dropped to his knees at her back, chest to her spine, and put both hands on her tits like he’d been thinking about that since I ripped the shirt off.
She gasped around nothing, then around Reid when I guided her back onto him.
Bennett squeezed, rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinched when she tried to squirm, and she moaned down Reid’s cock loud enough that Reid swore and had to brace a hand on the couch.
“That’s better,” I said. I stroked her hair and fed her a little deeper onto Reid. “You came in her mouth like a kid. Now you work. I want her tits red when we’re done.”
Bennett ducked his head and kissed the side of her neck, thumbs rubbing tight circles, tugging whenever Tessa made that high sound. She was sloppy now: spit, Bennett’s come on her lip, my mess still on her thighs. And she kept one hand on me, stroking in time with her mouth on Reid.
“Good girl. Don’t you stop. Reid’s been patient. He gets to use that mouth until I say otherwise.”
Reid’s voice came out wrecked. “Cole. I’m not-I’m not gonna-”
“You will,” I told him. “You’re not Bennett. You can hold it.”
Tessa whimpered and pushed her chest into Bennett’s hands. He pinched harder, grateful and punished at once, and I watched her take Reid to the back of her throat while my brother played with her like she was something we’d been passing around this house in our heads for four years.
I pulled her off Reid just long enough to put her back on me.
Tessa went easy, mouth already wrecked, chin slick, and she took me to the same depth she’d given him like she’d stopped keeping track of whose cock it was and only knew she wasn’t allowed to stop.
Bennett stayed plastered to her back, both hands working her tits, thumbs dragging over nipples that were already dark from him.
I let her suck until my stomach pulled tight, then eased her off with a wet pop and turned her face toward Reid again.
“Him. Don’t neglect him because I’m in your mouth.”
She found Reid on the first try. He hissed and his hand settled in her hair the way I’d shown him, not shoving, just holding her there while she hollowed her cheeks.
I stroked myself slow, watching her throat work, watching Bennett pinch her every time she moaned around Reid and sent a vibration through him.
“That’s it. Switch when I tell you. You’re not done until we’ve both finished.”
We passed her like that. Reid. Me. Reid again.
Longer each time. The rug burned her knees and she didn’t care.
Spit ran down her chest and Bennett smeared it over her breasts with his palms, making her shiny in the TV light, making her look marked already before I even got there.
Tessa’s free hand stayed on whoever wasn’t in her mouth, pumping in a messy rhythm that kept slipping when Bennett tugged her nipples and her whole body jolted.
Reid cracked first.
“Tess-fuck, I’m-”
“Swallow,” I said.
She did. Took him through it, throat working, a small desperate sound as Reid came with his head dropped and his hand shaking in her hair.
She kept him there until he twitched and had to pull back, a string of spit connecting her bottom lip to him.
She licked it off without being told. Reid staggered half a step and sat down hard on the edge of the couch like his legs had clocked out.
“Good,” I murmured. “Now me.”
I put her back on my cock and I didn’t go easy.
Fucked her mouth in short deep strokes, one hand in her hair, the other braced on the back of the couch.
Bennett was still all over her chest, squeezing, rolling, mouth on the side of her neck.
Tessa gagged once and I eased off just enough, then pushed back in because she grabbed my thigh and pulled me closer.
“Look at me. I want you watching when I decide where it goes.”
Her eyes were wet and dark and fixed on mine. I felt it building low and mean, four years compressed into her mouth and the sight of my come still streaking her thigh and Bennett’s hands on tits that were mine first tonight.
“Bennett. Sit back.”
He made a sound of protest and I looked at him over her head.
“I said sit back. I want her chest.”
Bennett’s hands left her like it hurt. He sat on his heels behind her, breathing hard, watching. Tessa started to follow him with her spine and I held her skull still and pulled out of her mouth with a groan.
“Stay. Hands on the floor. Push them out.”
She did, back arching, tits up, mouth open and shining.
I stroked myself twice, three times, and came across her chest in thick ropes: collarbone, the inner curve of one breast, a stripe that caught her nipple and dripped.
I painted her like I was putting a name on her.
More on the other side. A last pulse that landed high, near her throat.
“There. That’s mine.”
Tessa whimpered, kneeling in it, chest rising under the mess. Bennett stared at what he wasn’t allowed to touch now that I’d covered it. Reid was still wrecked on the couch. I dragged two fingers through the come on her breast and smeared it, slow, rubbing it in so it would dry on her.
The house ticked. The movie had gone to some quiet stretch that made the wet sound of my hand on her skin too loud.
I didn’t tell anyone they could move yet.