My singular thought is the need I have for someone to fuck me.
I feel Wells’ hand retreat before he leans in, staring me down before he kisses me. It’s rough and sloppy. But when he pulls away, he whispers his words into my lips.
“Do you wanna come by someone’s mouth or with a cock inside of you?”
“I want it all,” I rush out, not even considering if that’s plausible.
Because frankly, I justwant.
His absence feels like torture as he steps away again.
“Come.”
“I’d love to,” I scoff.
He chuckles, holding out his hand, and I realize that he means for me to follow him.
“Oh, you mean…” I giggle and take his hand before he helps me down off the counter.
He stares down at my nude body with his hands on my hips. “Are you okay? Are you ready for this?”
Oh fuck. The same feeling of anticipation and fear I’ve ever had on a roller coaster is the exact emotion I’m experiencing right now.
I am so ready.
“Yes,” I whisper before he leads me out of the bathroom and directly into their bedroom.
As we enter the room, Brooks and Brody are standing by the edge of the bed, staring at me.
They watch as Wells leads me over before helping me onto it.
I think instinctively, as the meal, I scoot to the middle.
Jesus, I’ve never felt something so intense. Their eyes on me make me feel beautiful and like prey all at the same time.
I love it.
Nobody says anything. Their eyes just peruse as the sound of fabric rustling becomes shorts dropping to the floor.
But fair’s fair. I get to admire them too.
And I do.
God, their bodies are incredible. Tan and toned, with impossibly defined abs and strong arm muscles. But it’s the freckles along Wells’ shoulders and the perfect sway of Brooks’ back that a man gets when he stands with big dick energy that’s really turning me on.
Brody runs his hand up over his stomach to his chest, caressing his pec as he stares back at me. And I swear it makes me beg for his attention.
Because there’s something intoxicating about the feeling of being wanted, let alone by three men at once.
“What comes next?” I breathe out, feathering my own touches over my breasts and stomach as they watch.
Brody looks at Wells appreciatively, “She’s being so good.”
Pride blooms in my chest that I did the right thing. So I try and do more and bend my knees, spreading my legs again. But this time for everyone.
They look at my cunt like animals, their matching chests rising faster, their jaws slack.
Wells licks his lips like a hungry wolf before he speaks. “You want good…ask her how she wants to come.”
