“I can feel you standing by my side. It’s okay. I’m ready.” She lifted her chin up, her lips lush.
I shoved my hands in my pockets because I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist touching her and took a deep breath before I leaned in and took her lips between mine.
She let out a moan, encouraging me not to stop. My balls swelled as my tongue danced around hers. She wasn’t a virgin in that department. She knew what she was doing, and it went straight to my aching cock.
I pulled away abruptly even though I didn’t want to stop, but if I didn’t withdraw now, there was no way in hell I’d settle for just a kiss.
The little grumble she let out in need as I walked away satisfied me. At least, she liked the kiss and needed more of me like I needed more of her.
I adjusted my cock as Zach followed me to her lips. Then it was Kyle’s turn. I was surprised that the two of them behaved and played by the rules. It looked like only a girl like Keera could put the three of us in check, even Zach.
Holding my breath, I gazed at her as she started to talk. Could she guess correctly? Had she had enough time with the three of us to tell our kisses apart when she couldn’t rely on any other sense to identify us?
“The first kiss belonged to…Brandon.”
Yes.I made a mental fist in the air and everything.
“The second one…was Zach’s.”
Shit.
“And the last one was Kyle’s.”
Zach cursed out loud while Kyle leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest and a disappointed smile on his face.
Keera removed the tie. “What? Did I guess wrong?”
“No, baby, you nailed it,” I said, and her confused face turned smug, proud of herself.
Kyle chuckled. “Which means we’re going to level two.”
Chapter 15
Zach
The idea was dumb. To share her with other me, to compete for her attention, to win her over for a claim was fucked up shit.
But as Kyle explained the rules to her, the face she was making, the shade of blush that rose to her cheeks, every lip bite, and the way her tits fell and rose with every gasp and helpless moan, were almost worth it.
Almost.
“But how would I know who…actually made me…you know. I mean, all three of you will be participating at the same time. It’ll be impossible to tell,” she said, her face now crimson. She was so fucking innocent. Innocent but a great kisser. Once she’d get used to it, I was sure she’d be fire in bed.
“No, because when you find a move you like the most, hold the hand orheadthat did it. We’ll note whose it is. Then when you’re close, you’ll choose who finishes you. You’ll tell us which hand or head you want based on your earlier choices. Then when you come, you’ll guess who the lucky bastard who did it is. If it’s correct, he’s even a luckier bastard.”
The image of her naked and my aching cock inside her virgin pussy made me howl like an animal in mating season. “This is fucking torture. Did you get it, sweetness? Can I get that dress off you now?”
She cocked a brow at me. “Why do I have to take my clothes off first?”
“Say no more.” In a second I was stumbling out of my pants, almost tripping on the bed.
Her jaw hung low as she saw the goods. “Oh my God.”
Was she fazed by the scars—I had plenty in battle during my flying ace days—or the cock? “What? Don’t tell me you haven’t seen one before.”
“It’s not…like that. I’ve pretty much seen and done everything except forthething. It’s just…you’re ripped and beautiful, and the…size…”
Beautiful?Shewas beautiful. I snorted, stroking my cock. “I told you the fucks you’ve been with were spineless pussies with two-inch dicks that wouldn’t please an ant. That’s why they chickened out.” I spun to let her see all of me, and when I faced her again she was smiling. “Like what you see?”
