She shivers, the bubbles no doubt tickling her sensitive flesh. I lean down and suck it back into my mouth.
“Fucking heaven.”
Ari whimpers as I tease her clit with my tongue before pulling back.
“You want a taste?” I ask Hunter.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he says. “Swap?”
I nod and sit down, lifting her into my lap, her legs over my thighs, as I use my fingers to spread her folds, exposing her cunt.
Hunter positions himself between her legs and breathes her in. “You smell fucking edible.” He leans closer and then licks the length of her with a satisfied moan.
“Delicious, right?”
He just huffs in response and then proceedsto eat her out as Idid moments ago. It’s only fair. Afterall, sharing is caring, but onlywith us, and only with her.
I lean in and whisper in her ear, “You going to come for him like you did for me? And then let us fuck you, showyou what you’ve been missing?”
“Oh my God,” she says, her arse lifting, pushing againstHunter’s face. The champagne in the glass she’s still holdingspills over the rim and down her hand.
“Careful there, you’re making a mess. Let me help you.” I take the flute from her outstretched hand and bring it to her lips. “Open.”
I tip the glass and she swallows the contents, some escaping onto her chin and down her throat. I place the glass down and then turn her face towards mine and trace the champagne with my tongue, licking it off her skin.
Her body tenses at whatever my brother is doing, and she reaches out to grab my thigh, her other hand gripping his hair as she gyrates against his face. That’s our girl.
A soft cry spills from her lips. I lean in, cutting off her moan with a kiss, sucking her tongue into my mouth.
Her body begins to convulse as she comes, crying into my mouth.
“Fucking heaven,” Hunter says, sitting back on his heels and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He picks up his champagne and takes a satisfied sip.
“Now, tell us you don’t want more of that—more of us—and we’ll take you home right now.”
She glances between the two of us and then reaches for his flute and downs the rest of the contents, licking her lips.
“I must be certifiable, that’s the only reasonable explanation,” she says, shaking her head and passing him back the glass. “Okay, fine. Show me what you’ve got.”
I swear we’re the fuses, and she’s the damn ignition.
“Up,” I say, my hands moving to her hips to lift her off my lap. “I think you’re wearing way too much.”
I push her hair over her shoulder and move to the back of her dress, my hands pausing, waiting for her to tell us to stop. Because we will, if that’s what she really wants. But that doesn’t mean we won’t keep wearing her down until she’s on the same page as us. We’ve waited this long, we can wait a little longer if we need to. But I’m hoping like fuck, this is it.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she sasses over her shoulder.
“You,” I reply, my fingers working the zip, exposing her back.
Hunter pulls it down her sides and then holds her hands for her step out of it.
“You fucking slay me,” he says, his gaze moving over the length of her from head to toe and then back again.
I move around her, needing to see for myself. Bringing my fist to my mouth, I bite down and look her over. She’s naked except for her shoes and bra, her cunt still glistening, tempting us to fuck her raw.
“As fucking sexy as this is, I want you completely naked.”
