“Stop apologizing. If you wanna see pretty dick, we’ll show you.”
I glance between Wells and Brooks, who smirk. My head nods before I say, “Yes, please.”
Something in the air crackles. There’s a kind of heat, an energy that pours out as these men stare at me and I look back at them. Maybe it’s the anticipation coursing through me, but my body feels like it’s taken over by hot liquid. I lick my lips, wondering who’s going first.
Brooks takes my hand as he guides it into his lap.
“Hey,” he whispers as if we’re completely alone. “You keep your eyes on Brody for me, Stunner. But I’m gonna use your hand. Okay?”
I gasp quietly as he places my hand on himself over his shorts. I watch, enraptured, as he rubs my hand slowly against his dick, massaging himself to life. But before he gets too much of my attention, Brooks whispers, “Eyes forward.”
My head turns as my eyes immediately lock with Brody.
I feel like I’m already trembling. But no matter how erotic it feels to touch Brooks, the view directly in front of me is what’s making all my thoughts scatter.
Brody’s hand slowly drags down his chest before it pauses at the top of his board shorts. His two-toned eyes are boring into mine.
And the expression on his face is cocky as fuck. He knows exactly what kind of power he has over me right now.
His fingers dip just inside the waistband of his shorts, and my lips part. We sit like that for what feels like minutes as Brooks presses my hand against himself a little harder, a groan leaving his lips.
And if that wasn’t enough to fry every nerve in my body, Brody winks at me just as I hear Wells in my ear.
“Do you want him to touch himself?”
I nod.
Brody’s gaze never leaves my face, even as his strong hand crowds his pants, shoving inside. I know he’s touching himself because of his intake of breath. Something I mirror.
“What would you do with that pretty cock, Margot? Would you kiss it because it was so beautiful?”
Brooks presses into my hand, his length rock hard and long. I curl my fingers around him as much as I can over his shorts, wanting to feel how big he is.
“Fuck,” he groans. “She’s eager.”
Wells kisses my jaw, making my eyes close momentarily. “Is that what you are? Eager to learn, baby?”
There are no words. I don’t have any as I watch Brody. His black shorts bunch before he draws them down enough to expose himself.
A sharp intake of breath intrudes on the silence.
“Pretty enough?” Wells teases as I stare.
Brody’s cock is thick and heavy with angry veins along his shaft. But the tip glistens like I should lick it.
And I want to.
My clit throbs, and I swear I almost feel dizzy because my attention whiplashes, taken as Brooks lifts my hand, licking my palm.
Wells is in my ear again. “Touch him, Margot. Feel what a real cock feels like.”
Brooks puts my hand inside his shorts, guiding my hand, his over top of mine, before we stroke him together.
I let out a quiet exhale. He’s so hard, but his skin is soft. It glides through my hand. He squeezes our hands, twisting them, not just moving them straight up and down.
But I can barely concentrate on Brooks because Wells kisses my neck gently as he speaks against my flesh, “You’re doing so well, stroking Brooks off. But I think Brody’s getting jealous. Let him see you. It’s only fair since you can see him.”
My lips part, but words don’t come out because Wells slides a hand down my leg before he stops at my knee. He folds one side of my coat open, and I’m trying to look at Brody, but I can barely focus. They’re scrambling my brain.
