“Pull out her tits, Bastian.”
I normally hate being ordered around, especially by Brantley Michaels, but my lust is almost unmanageable, and I find myself wanting direction.
We break apart so I can pull Fi’s sweater over her head, her long hair fanning out over her bare back. She’s not wearing a bra.
I can’t take my eyes off her. The swells of her breasts are streaked with glossy silver stretch marks and her nipples are tightened in the cold air. She’s so fucking perfect. I graze my thumb over one tight bud and pinch. She moans. Michaels moans. My balls ache with pleasure.
Fi pulls back, her emerald eyes hooded, and she grabs myhand, our fingers interlocking tightly. Michaels scrambles up, the head of his uncut cock peeking out of the waistline of his underwear, and takes her other hand.
I stop when we reach the tractor. Fi releases my hand and opens the door, climbing the three steps into the cab.
“Are we really doing this?” I ask.
Her eyes shine with mischief. “B just stripped for us to a song about a sexy tractor. It’s serendipitous.” She wiggles her feet at me, and I reach forward, untying her boots and sliding them off. Once they hit the floor, Michaels wastes no time peeling off Fi’s jeans and panties.
She sits perpendicular to the steering wheel and giggles as her bare ass hits the black vinyl seat, her bare pussy spread out for us.
Us.
I glance at Michaels with a swallow. He’s fisting himself again, his blond hair curtained over his eyes. He looks knowingly at me through the strands and nods toward Fi.
Do I really want to cross this line? With her? With him?
But the voice in my head helpfully points out that we’ve already gone too far to stop. I’ve never felt this free—this euphoric. I want to touch her and taste her. But I’m so fucking nervous.
Michaels seems to sense my hesitation. He releases his cock and steps toward me. I flinch when his hand falls on top of mine and guides it to rest on Fi’s thigh. When I look into his eyes, I expect amusement or judgment, but I only see empathy and lust in his small smile.
I step closer, my face inches from her clit, the smell of her pussy sweet and intoxicating as I inhale. I lift her thighs, place them on my shoulders and run my tongue tentatively through her folds. She practically bucks into my mouth with a needy gasp.
“Own her, Sebastian.” Michaels’s voice is deep and throaty.
Whatever control I had left dissolves with the command from his lips, and I bury myself in Fi. I suck her clit and slide my tongue into her hole. Her hands tangle in my hair, and the delicious sting hardens my cock to the point of pain. I’ve never felt this feral for anyone.
I pull back, panting as I stare up at her, licking her wetness from my lips. Her pupils are blown wide as she stares at me, her hips twitching toward my face as if she wants me to dive back in.
Michaels leans close to my ear, his hot breath on my neck as he speaks. “Your turn. Be a good boy and climb onto the tractor.” The words send a thrill up my spine and I turn, our eyes locking, lips inches apart. “Don’t you want to take care of this?” His hand brushes over the length of my cock, and I whimper involuntarily. Just the feel of his fingers through my pants is torture. This isn’t me though. I don’t whimper. I’m not gay, I don’t think. But, fuck it feels so good.
I nod. “Y–y–yes…”
Fiona reaches for me, and I pull her off the seat. She hops to the ground and turns me so my ass is facing the tractor steps, then nods her head for me to sit. I back up the steps, facing her, and perch on the seat. She makes quick work of removing my boots and pants. I tense when she shimmies my boxers down and my cock springs free, slapping against my stomach, a string of sticky precum dripping from the tip.
“Relax, baby.” Fi croons, moving up a step. I spread my legs and she stands between them. “I’m about to make you feel so good.” She runs the flat of her tongue along the underside of my cock. I swear, I’ve never been this hard, the veins pulsing as she swallows my tip, hitting the back of her throat.
“Oh shit,” I curse. My balls are already seizing up, pleasure crawling up my spine like a rollercoaster preparing for free fall. “I’m sorry,” I pant, closing my eyes tight. “I’m so close already.”
Fi pulls off with an audible pop, and I hear her moan. Myeyes snap open, and I watch as Michaels bends her over, lining himself up with her backside. He lovingly runs his fingers over her skin, and she makes the sexiest keening noise I’ve ever heard, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“I’m going to fill up your pretty little pussy. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”
Then he slams into her roughly. Her whole body jerks, and I feel the burst of her hot breath on my balls. My orgasm starts to crest again, my limbs tingling.
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
Fi looks completely wrecked, her cheeks flushed, sweat beading on her forehead, her hair tangled over her shoulders.
“I need you, Fi,” I say, my voice rough and hungry. “Please.”
