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Ian runs his fingers through my hair. “All you have to do is touch me, baby, and it’s going to be perfect.”
“I want to do a lot more than touch you.” I smirk. He groans when I wrap my hand around the base of him, taking in his perfectly smooth skin. All I have are his reactions to guide me as I use my thumb to catch pre-cum from the tip, needing that bit of moisture to help me slide my hand over his solid length a few times. I tighten my grip around him, mesmerized by the rigid heat beneath my hand, and he jerks beneath my touch.
I’m mesmerized by the sight, but I’m desperate to actually put my mouth on him. He smells like pine as I lean in and inhale him.
“Fuck, baby.” His grip on my hair tightens slightly.
The rasp in his voice encourages me to press on. I part my lips and slide my mouth around him, going slow to give myself time to adjust to the foreign intrusion.
Ian rests his palm against my head as I get more comfortable. I like the fact that he doesn’t try to control my movements, but I can still feel the flex of his fingers when he’s tempted. That flex does something to me, stoking the fire that burns within me.
I’m running my tongue experimentally along the underside of his dick when I hear the front door open and slam shut before footsteps trail toward us.
Ian holds my head when I try to pull back. “Do you mind?” he asks, his voice cheerful.
“Not at all.” Mason’s voice rumbles with approval, and I swallow around his brother’s dick in my mouth. Ian groans as Mason says, “I can work with this.”
I don’t know what he means by that until I feel him behind me, hands grabbing my hips to lift me up. My eyes widen, and I glance up as Ian reluctantly untangles his hand from my hair and watches Mason curiously. I’m curious myself, and my mouth pops off of Ian’s dick as I stare at him. Something about the idea of the brothers using me like this has me pressing my thighs together.
“Don’t worry,” Mason tells his brother, “I’ve gotten very good at sharing.”
Mason maneuvers me like his own personal doll, pulling me against him and then pushing me gently down to lean over Ian’s lap. Ian watches with interest as I put my hands on my thighs to balance myself as Mason nudges my legs apart with his knee.
“I really love this skirt,” Mason says.
It’s only a plain black skirt, but it makes more sense when he runs his hand up the inside of my leg. He grabs the center of my panties and pulls, dragging them down my legs until they’re loose enough to fall on their own. He lets the lace rest around my ankles as his hands abandon me.
I breathe heavily as the sound of material swishes behind me. I glance back to see him drop his pants and boxers to the ground in one fell swoop.
“Go ahead,” Mason says, putting a hand on the back of my thigh but otherwise standing still behind me.
“What?” My heart beats so fast and hard that it sounds like whooshing in my ears.
Mason chuckles. “Go back to sucking my brother the way you were before I interrupted.” His hand trails up the back of my thigh. “The last time we had you to ourselves, I got to watch you up close when Ian got you off. This time it’s his turn, right, Quinn?”
“Right,” I whisper, looking Ian straight in the eyes.
“I think it just got about twenty degrees hotter in here,” Ian jokes, stroking my cheek.
I smile at his joke, but I don’t want to talk anymore. With Mason’s hand still possessively on my thigh, I bend further at the waist to take Ian back into my mouth. It takes me a minute to find my rhythm again, and in the back of my mind I wonder what Mason’s waiting for.
Ian’s thighs tense under my hands. I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to last much longer, and that’s when I finally feel Mason behind me.
He enters me slowly, careful not to disrupt what I’m doing with Ian. I look up from under my eyelashes at Ian to see him staring intensely at me. He loosely cups the back of my head.
“You’re perfect, baby. So damn perfect.” Hearing the words stokes something new inside of me—a sense of pride different from any I’ve felt before. He groans when he realizes his praise makes me suck harder. “Quinn, I’m really close,” he warns.
I know my choices, but I don’t stop when Ian struggles to keep from pumping into my mouth as he grunts out my name. Mason thrusts into me, making me whimper in surprise. The sound makes my mouth vibrate around Ian’s dick, and he bites out a curse as he comes hard into my mouth.
I swallow the best I can, but I’m so freaking distracted by Mason grabbing my hips and making love to me with steady thrusts. My thighs quiver as my stomach tightens.
Ian reaches out to swipe stray cum off the corner of my lips. He pushes his finger between my lips, feeding it to me, and I combust.
Mason holds me up at the waist as my limbs go mostly limp. I cry out as the orgasm tears through me, working its way from the butterflies in my stomach all the way down to my curling toes.
“Beautiful,” Ian mutters, running his hands over my arms.
I barely manage to stay upright as Mason strokes into me faster, chasing his own release behind mine. I’m pretty sure he holds me hard enough to leave bruises at my hips when he comes with a groan.
