Brody squares his shoulders at me. “Are you trying to hurt our feelings?”
Oh my god. I almost giggle. Instead, I become a brat.
I don’t know where I find the nerve, but what comes out of my mouth must be in part fueled by some kind of leftovereuphoria from that kiss because it’s bold and a version of me I’ve never met.
My middle finger lifts to my lips as I look at Brooks first. “Wells got these, but you can have this pair.” I drop my hand to my pussy as I watch Brooks shudder, blinking quickly for a moment like a hungry animal.
Then I look at Brody, prepared to be just as sassy as I was to Brooks, but Brody speaks first. “And what do I get?”
I shrug, flirtatiously. “I dunno. Just make sure you rub it on my ass again.”
“Get her a pillow,” thunders out from Wells, as the other two stand still staring at me with a mix of awe and lust. “I need her on her knees.”
“Yup,” Brooks agrees, immediately walking away to fulfill the wish.
But Brody lets out a quiet breath before he says, “Your dumb-as-fuck ex-husband hella fumbled the bag. Because, baby, I think you’re a natural at this.”
Just like that, all my bravado falls away, and suddenly, I’m shy again. Because what do I even say to that compliment? What could I say when he’s looking at me the way he is?
Brooks tosses the retrieved pillow down at my feet, then runs both his hands down his face before clapping them together once.
“Okay. All the dicks in the room need to focus. And you,” he says with a wink in my direction. “Blow job class is now in session. So be a good teacher’s pet and only open your mouth to suck.”
I smile. I can’t even hide it as I nod.
Brooks turns his attention back to Brody, but my breath picks up because even though we’re getting back to business, nobody’s eyes are staying on their exact partner.
We’re all distracted by each other, half-naked as we steal glances, and Brooks and I play follow the leader. Brooks’ strong hands run over Brody’s six-pack, then up and over his shoulders, pulling a long exhale from Brody’s lungs before Brooks retraces his steps.
The air starts to crackle again, and the room feels smaller, like we’re in our own bubble. I watch as Brooks lets his fingers trace down over Brody’s abs until he gets to the waistband of his shorts.
That’s when he glances at me, jutting his chin as if to say, “Get started.”
So I turn my eyes to Wells, as his greet mine.
Slowly, and somewhat nervously, I let my hands explore his body, starting at his chest. My light touches feather over his nipples before I press my whole palm over his shoulders and down his arms.
His chest rises higher, and our eyes stay connected as my hands glide over his skin. It’s crazy to think that I’ve lived my whole sexual life with a man, but this is the first time I’ve explored one’s body.
My fingertips find their way down over each ridge of his abs, even over his belly button, until I move further down the dark line of hair that leads into his shorts.
Wells’ stomach contracts as his eyes close.
It makes me think I did a good job. My thoughts are proven when he says, “Student of the fucking year.”
Brooks matches my smile before silently motioning for me to run my finger back and forth under the band.
So I do, my shoulders only jumping slightly when both men groan and drop their heads back. Brooks and I smile at each other again.
Who knew blow jobs aren’t just erotic but kind of fun too.
I feel so powerful.
Brooks nods, and I understand it to mean that it’s time for their pants to come off. And I think because I know it’s coming, the surprise Wells has in store for me, it feels like Christmas morning.
The boys still have their heads back, their eyes closed, so with a devilish grin, Brooks motions to come closer to him. But when I lean in, I don’t get new instructions, as I expected.
I get a kiss.
