Seb shoots a glare B’s way, his eyes darkening. “That’s not what I meant, asshole,” he snarks. “I’m new to…everything.”
I frown. “When was the last time you were intimate with someone, Seb?”
“Besides sex? It’s been years,” he confesses, and my eyes widen. “Like I said, my one time was in high school.” I can barely hear him. He grits his teeth. “What I was trying to say is I don’t want you guys to stop. I–I want to watch.”
The blush in his cheeks darkens and spreads down his neck and up to his ears, shading the tips bright red. He turns his head to hide the embarrassment, and I get it. Being vulnerable isn’t his norm.
I give B a wink, stand, and scoot over toward Seb. He won’t look at me, so I take his large hand in mine, push up his sleeve, and run my fingers over the prominent veins in his forearms. When I reach the edge of the tattoo on his arm, he tenses a little, and I get the impression that he hides his ink for a reason.
I guide his hand, his blue eyes unsure as they rise to mine. I place his palm against the bulge in his pants, applying pressure as I do. He sucks in a breath, his legs spreading wider. I tighten my fingers around his, and his hand instinctively wraps around his dick through the fabric.
“How do you make everything so simple feel so good?” hecroaks, and B chuckles softly. “It’s not like I’ve never touched myself, Fi, but, shit, this feels too…” He swallows, his eyes rolling back, and I smile.
Seb’s hand shakes, but he starts moving it over the soft cotton of his gray sweats, hardening his cock further before he finally snakes his fingers under the waistband and pushes down his pants and boxers until his length is free, spiraling with veins and leaking precum.
When I drop my hand with a questioning look, he nods, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he continues to stroke himself, and I turn back to Brantley. His movements mirror Seb’s, his hand thrust into his boxers as he watches us, his hooded hazel eyes glowing in the flickering firelight.
As I climb back into B’s lap, he stops me with gentle hands on my bare shoulders.
“Let me make everything up to you. I know I don’t deserve you, Fiona, but I want to. And I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life earning your forgiveness.”
My fucking heart.
He turns me and pushes me onto the couch next to him. Then he slides to the floor and kneels in front of my parted legs, gazing up at me with so much adoration that I have to look away. He’s almost too intense, and the emotions storming my chest are too much, too soon, twisting and burning me.
Brantley peels my leggings down my legs, taking my colorful socks with them. His fingers trail lightly over the skin of my thighs, and I shiver. He lifts one leg, placing it on his shoulder, and leans forward, his breath wicked and hot through the barrier of my panties.
The heat makes me squirm, and a whine slips through my lips.
He chuckles. “Someone’s needy.”
Seb releases a low groan, and my gaze takes him in. He already looks wrecked, his dark hair falling messily over hisforehead and his chest rising and falling with each stroke of his thick cock.
It’ssohot.
I wiggle my ass closer to the edge of the couch.
B presses my clit through my underwear, sending a jolt of pleasure up my thighs and into my stomach. His eyebrows rise, and he smirks. “Jesus, you’re so wet already. I can’t wait to taste you.”
I feel vulnerable in this position—exposed. It’s the same feeling I pushed away when we fooled around on the tractor, though I did my best to mask it from Seb. It’s not that I don’t enjoy oral, but I don’t often let it happen spontaneously, and some part of my brain feels self-conscious as I close my eyes. My mom’s frown of disapproval flashes behind my lids, and I hear her voice telling me that I’m not prepared for this—after all, it’s not like I’ve shaved for almost a week at this point—but I push the intrusive thoughts away.
Who gives a fuck, Fiona?I chide myself.These beautiful boys certainly don’t.
B’s fingers slide my panties to the side and sink into my aching pussy, and I push myself against his hand, welcoming the full feeling.
“More,” I pant.
He smiles and adds another finger, scissoring them open and stretching me wide as he continues to pump them in and out with slow, even movements.
“Put your mouth on her. Please.” Seb’s voice is a husky plea, and B smiles wider, obviously loving this new venture into voyeurism. He pulls down my panties eagerly and leans forward, pulling my clit into his mouth while his fingers still work me over, pushing deeper.
The combination of his hot breath and the cool air caressing my wetness is super erotic, and I moan at the same time that Seb groans obscenely. He’s tugging his cock, his palm grazinghis red mushroom tip, and the sight makes me even needier, pleasure pulsing from my clit and radiating through my whole body.
Brantley ups his efforts, burying his face in my pussy with fervor, sucking, licking, and biting like he’s insatiable.
“Fuck!” I yell, pushing myself up on my elbows and tightening my abs to hold off the impending orgasm. I’m not ready. This feels too fucking good.
B pulls back.
