Page 46 of Cuffed to my Roomies
“I’m game if you are,” Brett said.
“Anything in the name of informing the public,” Derek quipped.
I squealed and clapped my hands, feeling all sorts of deliciously naughty. Taking each of them by the hand, I led Derek and Brett into Derek’s bedroom so we could put that king bed of his to good use.
The three of us flipped through the options for a minute.
“I’m a man of action. I don’t need a diagram,” Brett said.
The three of us walked into Derek’s room and stood looking at one another for a moment. “Thank you for being willing to try this with me,” I said to them.
Derek nodded, and Brett shrugged his big shoulders. “Of course. Don’t you know by now that we would do anything for you?” Brett asked.
I smiled and nodded, looking from one man to the other. “I do know that,” I said.
I stepped toward Brett and reached for the hem of his shirt. He stood still as I lifted the fabric and pushed it up his body. He helped me tug it over his head and then dropped his arms back down to his sides as I pressed kisses to his chest and stomach. His head dropped back, and a low groan emanated from him.
“God, I love your mouth,” he said.
I smiled up at him before continuing to pepper his torso with kisses. I felt Derek move behind me and run his hands up the back of my shirt to unfasten my bra. He slipped his fingers under the fabric and cupped by breasts, which were already aching with the anticipation of his touch.
“Mmmm, that feels so good,” I moaned as I reached for Brett’s belt buckle.
I worked my fingers quickly to undo the belt and unfasten his jeans. Once the fabric, along with his boxers, was around his knees, his huge cock jutted up between us.
I looked over my shoulder at Derek and he lowered his head to mine for a kiss as I wrapped my fingers around Brett’s thick shaft. I squeezed slightly as I worked the length of him, earning grunts of pleasure for my work.
Derek stepped back and undid his own jeans, sliding them down before sitting on the bed behind me. He reached out and pulled my bottoms off and I stepped out of them.
Brett leaned down to kiss me, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth as Derek’s hand slid up my inner thigh and cupped my pussy. He parted my folds and slipped a finger inside of me.
“Holy shit, Lyn, you are so wet,” he said, his voice thick and husky.
I broke from Brett’s kiss and looked back and forth between them. “That’s what you two do to me.”
Derek put his hands on my hips and pulled me backward toward his lap. I spread my legs wide and lowered myself onto his rock-hard cock, instantly groaning at the feeling of him inside me. He kept hold of my hips and started to thrust up into me as I rode him.
I reached out for Brett and pulled him to me, leaning forward to take the meaty head of his dick in my mouth. His hands fisted in my hair as I sucked and licked his shaft.
Derek’s thrusts were getting quicker and I could feel him wanting to come, but I didn’t want it to end just yet. I stood up off of him and released Brett from my mouth with a popping sound.
The guys switched places, with Brett on the bed and Derek standing in front of me.
“Kneel on the bed,” Brett commanded, his voice deep.
I did as he said, and he slid himself underneath me, his mouth poised just below my pussy. I sat back just a fraction of an inch and Brett’s tongue and lips went to town as he ate me like Sunday dinner.
Derek was standing in front of me, his breathing jagged as he stroked his cock and watched Brett devour my pussy.
“Come here,” I said, reaching for him.
Derek stepped toward me and I took him in my mouth. As I ran my tongue up and down his hard shaft, Brett’s pressure on my clit intensified. I rode his face as Derek fucked my mouth, the sensations starting to blur my vision. When Brett took my clit between his teeth and slipped a finger inside my tight channel, I was done for. I came hard, sucking in a breath that caused Derek to spill down my throat.
“Holy fuck Lynette,” he cried as he came.
Brett wiggled out from underneath me as I sucked Derek dry, drinking down all he had to give me.
The three of us sat for a moment, panting and sweating.
“That was amazing,” I said, finally catching my breath.
“Yes, amazing,” Derek agreed.
I looked back at Brett, who was sitting against the headboard with a satisfied smirk on his face.
