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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.
