Janey whimpers again, her head falling back against Brookes’s shoulder. “Mason… please…”
“Soon.” I press a soft, teasing kiss to her lips, sucking first the top, then the bottom, before returning my attention to her clit, stroking her in lazy circles. “You’ve been so brave, coming here. Letting us in. Now let us take care of you properly.”
Brookes groans. “She’s creaming all over me. So fucking warm and tight.”
“Yeah?”
“Brookes,” Janey groans as he twists her nipple between his fingers.
We keep her like that for long minutes, impaled on Brookes, squirming and whimpering while I play with her clit. Every time she gets close, I ease my hand away, and every time I do, she makes the prettiest desperate sounds,half frustrated and half blissed out, like she doesn’t know whether to beg or melt.
By the time the credits start rolling, she’s trembling all over.
Brookes nips at her earlobe. “Now you can move, baby.”
Janey doesn’t hesitate. She braces her hands on his thighs and starts riding him fast, chasing the release we’ve been denying her. I kneel beside them, kissing her deeply while my fingers return to her clit, rubbing firm, perfect circles.
She comes hard, crying out into my mouth as she clamps down around Brookes. He follows right after with a deep groan, gripping her hips and holding her down as he fills her.
Our ragged breathing overshadows the movie ending.
Brookes presses soft kisses along her shoulder while I cup her face, brushing my thumb over her flushed cheek. Janey looks dazed and tender and so damn beautiful it makes my chest ache.
“You belong here with us,” I whisper against her lips. “All of you. Every part. Don’t ever doubt that.”
Janey doesn’t answer with words. She pulls me in for another kiss, then turns her head to do the same with Brookes, trembling between us, still full of him.
“Don’t think we’re done with you,” I say, palming my impossibly hard dick. “We’re only getting started.”
Chapter 17
Janey
I’m still trembling, still full of Brookes, when Mason stands and gently lifts me off his brother’s lap. Warmth slips down my thighs as he sets me on my feet, and my legs feel like a newborn foal’s, shaky and uncertain beneath me.
Mason’s eyes are dark, burning with that quiet intensity that always makes my stomach flip. He peels his shirt off in one smooth motion and drops it onto the floor in front of him.
“Strip for us, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Everything off. Then stand right here with your legs apart.”
Heat floods my face, but I obey. My hands shake as I pull the oversized shirt over my head and let it fall. I’m naked underneath. Brookes’s release is already sliding down the inside of my thigh as I step out of the fabric and stand exactly where Mason wants me, legs parted and completelybare in the soft glow of the living room lamp.
Both men watch me with an intensity that makes every inch of my skin feel awake.
Brookes leans back on the couch, still half-hard, his dark eyes hooded. Mason sits forward with his elbows on his knees, his gaze locked between my legs. Another pulse of heat moves through me, and then it happens. A thick drop of Brookes’s cum slips out of me and lands on Mason’s discarded shirt with an audible, wet sound.
“Fuck,” Mason breathes, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. “Look at that pretty mess.”
Another drop follows, then another. I’m shaking harder now, mortified and unbearably turned on at the same time. My body feels greedy, still needy even after the orgasm I just had. It already knows what it’s like to be loved by both of them and refuses to settle for less.
Mason reaches out and runs two fingers through the mess on my thigh, then looks up at me with dark eyes. “You’re still dripping for us.”
He leans forward and presses a tender, almost worshipful kiss to the small swell of my belly. The gentleness of it makes my eyes sting. Then his fingers move higher and pinch my swollen clit.
I cry out, my strength vanishing.
He catches me easily and pulls me down onto his lap so I’m straddling him. His cock is big and hard, pressing against my soaked entrance. In one smooth thrust, he fills me completely, stretching me open around his girth.
“Oh God,” I moan, my forehead dropping to his shoulder.
