"If you don't give us what we want, we can’t give you what you need, sweetie."
She ponders on his words for a few seconds before she blurts out, "Holden, please make me come with your mouth."
"Good girl. See, that wasn't so hard," Brandon encourages.
"Much better," I nod my approval. I love the fact that she wants this so damn much.
My hands curl around her slender thighs and I dip my head between her legs. I stick my tongue out and slide right into her warmth. Jesus
“Bloody hell,” she screams out in surprise. “Holy fuck.” This time, she yells out her words even louder. "Oh, God, Holden." She pulls at my hair as if that’s enough to curtail my desire for her. Not a chance. I push my tongue in even deeper. I tease her until she’s squirming and when I feel her impatience mounting, my tongue teasingly flickers over her clit. “Ah, ah, ah,” she gasps. Christ, she’s so sensitive. I move around and around in small circular motions and I groan inwardly every single time her breath hitches. I lap at her like a hungry wolf. “Holden. You’re...”
"You like his mouth on you?" Brandon asks.
“Fuck, I do," she grunts. She arches her hips and that causes her heel to dig into my back. Shit. She doesn’t even give me time to recuperate because she's already pulling more furiously at my hair. Fuck. Now, she's the one grinding against my tongue at a frenetic pace. “Oh—”
I look up to see why her words choke just to notice my best friend eating her moans in a searing kiss. He has one hand clamped firmly against her head and the other teasing her nipples.
I slide two fingers into her and pump her hard. She sobs while gyrating her hips with more determination. Unwilling to slow down, I close my mouth over her clit and I suck hard even as I plunge my fingers in and out of her. Amelia sobs again, rocking her hips back and forth against my tongue like there's no tomorrow. I look up at her. She’s still enthralled in a passionate kiss with Brandon. He’s kneading her tits like he owns them. The way their tongues dance with such unrestrained fury is almost indecent. Just the way I like it. I blink in a series of quick staccato flutters when I notice Amelia’s hand snake from behind and drop against Brandon’s massive bulge. Yeah, his tight fitted jeans leave nothing to the imagination.
“You naughty girl,” Brandon says in response. “You want to pull out my cock?” She sobs again and responds with a small nod. I have a feeling we might not be able to get much more out of her from this point on. "You're a greedy little minx. Just so we're clear, I like that about you." So do I. "As much as these jeans are threatening to rip open because my cock is pressing uncomfortably against the seams of the fabric at the sight of my best friend’s tongue lapping so voraciously at you, this isn’t about me, princess. Right now it's all about you.” She mewls her disappointment. “Don't worry, you'll get to play with my big cock soon enough," Brandon promises. He looks down at me and winks.
Before you know it, he's back to ravishing her mouth. Undeterred by his words, Amelia rubs his bulge more furiously, coaxing deep carnal sounds out of him. Brandon lets go of her tit. Slowly he brings his hand down and closes it over hers. He gently caresses the back of her hand before pushing his hardness against her palm. He brings his hips forward and grinds against her hand suggestively. His jerky movements are raunchy, lewd and darn right filthy. Damn. Amelia moans. Brandon grunts. I hum against her pussy.
Brandon and I have shared a lot of women before, but it's never been this certifiably hot. My cock is throbbing so bad, it’s ridiculous.
I snap out of my temporary distraction and go back to pleasing her. I lick her clit ravenously and finger-fuck her harder and harder, taking her higher with every thrust. What’s taking place between the three of us is so incredibly intense. Far more than what I expected for the first time. My invading fingers and my voracious tongue are merciless and focused on one task—pushing her past the point of no return.
She’s nearly there.
“Angel, I know you're on the verge,” I say, without even looking up at her. She lets out this muffled sound inside Brandon's mouth.
“Argh,” Amelia chokes. Her breath is quick and shallow. I guess her lips are no longer locked with Brandon's.
“I’m so damn hard right now. Ride Holden’s tongue like the dirty little girl you are.” Now that Brandon's mouth is free, he can spew more of his trademark dirty-talking at will.
"Jesus," Amelia grunts.
“You’re our bawdy little secret, aren't you?” Brandon isn't quite done with her yet. “Look at you. You’re submitting so beautifully to your two lovers.”
“I—”
“Don’t try to deny it. I’m in awe watching you go from dignified princess to perverted slut with every lick of Holden’s tongue. What will it be like when we fuck your pussy, sweetie?"
"Brandon, please stop," she pleads.
"You’re wasting your time calling out my name, princess. I'm not the one who's inflicting you this much pleasure. Holden is. And from the looks of it, you’re loving every second of it. Are you going to come, gushing all over his face? Are you going to give us that? Are you going to come so hard, he’ll struggle to lap you up? Maybe your sweet juices will overflow to the point where I’ll have to drop to my knees and help Holden out. Can you imagine two tongues going at it against your needy pussy? Is that what you have in store for us?" Amelia is his victim, but Brandon is so unleashed that he's making me hornier than I already am.
Fuck.
Lust is gripping every single cell in my body. My fingers are punishing now and my tongue is unforgiving.
“Mother of God,” Amelia gasps.
She has my head pressed so hard against her pussy, I'm surprised I can still breathe.
“Holden, don’t you dare hold back,” Brandon commands.
I press her clit between my lips, suck a few times and then I stop. I hold her hard nub still between my lips, sucking the orgasm right out of her.
“Come for us, princess,” Brandon orders.
“Dear Lord.” I look up to see if she’s ready to surrender. Her eyes are closed. She’s succumbing.
“That’s it, milk everything you can from him,” Brandon presses.
“God save me!” she shouts. She’s trembling all over. Her hands dig into my scalp so tightly I feel her nails. Yeah, our princess is riding her wave of ecstasy. “Holden!” she screams out my name, clenching her pussy around my fingers. “Fuck!” Her heel digs in my back. “Fuck!” Another dig. “Fuck!” Shit. That last one hurt real good. “God, yes. Oh, my fucking God.” Her cries slip out. Holy shit. “This is so good. So, so bloody good. Holden, Holden, Holden,” she sobs. She’s completely lost. I can’t believe how loud she is.
I love eating pussy. I always have. The surge of power of knowing that I can unravel a woman stitch by stitch just with my tongue has always been intoxicating to me. Sure, I've been told that I'm incredibly gifted because when I eat you out, I make it real dirty, but the way Amelia is losing her mind makes me wonder if this isn't her first climax. I pull away from her and look up to meet Brandon’s gaze. His stunned expression speaks volumes. Clearly, I'm not the only one who thinks something is off.
I move my attention back to the woman still wailing between desperate breaths. "Are you okay, angel?" I ask. She’s panting hard. “Princess,” I press. Not a word. Crickets, in fact. "Amelia, if you withhold anything from us it's just like lying," I remind her. Brandon's brows rise in question. I simply stare at him blankly. I gently pull back to better look at her and decide to try a different approach. “I love how your cheeks turn such a lovely shade of pink,” I chuckle. When she still doesn't say a word, I slide her legs off of my shoulders and allow them to drop. Brandon snakes an arm behind her back to hold her steady. When I know he's got her, I stand up. I brace my hands on either side of her against the marble counter. I lean into her searching her eyes for clues. I’m now inches away from her face, my breath slowly evening out while hers still comes out heavy. She keeps her eyes on me the whole time. "Ar
e you closing up on us?" I ask. Still nothing. What the fuck? "I asked you a question, Amelia," I remind her.
She shakes her head. Okay, it's not an answer, but it's at least a reaction.
“You can’t shut us out now. Not after the beautiful gift you just gave us. Talk to us, sweetie," Brandon coaxes.
I reach out and cup her cheeks, turning her head so I can kiss her, ever so slightly at first, with my mouth teasing hers. I trace her lips with my tongue, nibbling on her bottom one. Even after this tornado of passion, she still responds to me passionately.
"Do you enjoy tasting yourself against my lips?” I ask. She just stares at me from under her lashes. “You didn't enjoy how I made you come? Is that it?" I try again. I hope the absurd question will do the trick.
“Your mouth… You… God... Holden...” It doesn't make any sense, but at least it's a beginning.
“That was too much for you?”
“No one has ever done that to me before,” she whispers. My eyebrows knit together, and she answers my unspoken question. “I mean, no one has ever made me come with their mouth."
I'm sure I misheard her. “Your previous boyfriends and lovers have never gone down on you?” I clarify.
She shakes her head and then closes her eyes. “No.” I shoot a furtive glance at Brandon and I'm relieved to see his mouth is gaping open. He’s completely baffled. I guess she isn't privy to our telepathic exchange, because she continues. "In fact..." she pauses and averts her gaze. I place two fingers under her chin forcing her to look at me.
"Finish what you were going to say, princess," I demand.
“You never have to hide anything from us,” Brandon says. When she still hesitates, he adds, “Come on, tell us.” He caresses her cheek with the back of his hand.
There’s another rush of blush overtaking her cheeks and creeping down her neck. She lowers her eyes to her lap and takes a deep breath in. "I've had orgasms...” a pause, “on my own...” Another pause.
“So you’ve pleasured yourself?” Brandon asks.
She nods. “Yes.” Her voice is so meek.
“With your fingers or toys?” he presses.
Finally, she meets our gaze. “Both.” She bounces her gaze from mine to my best friend’s. “Charlie taught me how to take care of myself.” Wh-what?
“Charlie?” Both Brandon and I ask in unison. Wow. This girl is full of surprises.
“Are you two—”
“It’s not what you think,” she interrupts me, but doesn’t say any more. Brandon and I nod. Clearly, she doesn’t want to get into it. “All I can say is that none of the guys I’ve been with so far had ever given me an orgasm and none had ever put their mouth on me.” Holy shit. I’m shocked. How can she have never received oral? I can’t believe those idiots she’s been with were that clueless. “That was mind-blowing. Thank you." Thank you? This isn’t the first time a woman has thanked me for my ‘lip service’, but it’s never sounded so profound, deep-felt and impassioned as it does now. My poor little lamb. I should be flattered, but instead my heart breaks for her. She’s been missing out on so much. “I was starting to think that it would never happen for me.”
“I’m sorry, princess, that no one’s taken care of you properly before. I promise you that Brandon and I will make up for it.” I run the pad of my thumb against her lips.
“Are you kidding me? I think you did a smashing job of it already, Holden."
"You should be treated like this every single day of the week as far as I'm concerned, angel." Her eyes grow wide at my confession. “I won’t lie though. It turns me on to know that I’m the first man to taste you and Brandon will be the second.”
She laughs.
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Brandon grins from ear to ear.
“I feel lucky you chose me,” she smiles.
“You have it the other way around, sweetie. You had us on that first day. Now that you’re ours, we can erase all the wrongs of your past boyfriends,” Brandon affirms.
"I agree with Brandon," I offer. She worries at her lower lip. "What is it?" I ask.
“I feel I should elaborate on what I just shared. I think it might explain my inexperience a lot more.”
“Only if you want to,” I reassure her.
“I do.” Her answer is decisive.
“All right. Why don’t we get you all dressed up and we’ll talk over dinner. How does that sound?” I suggest.
"Wonderful," she cheers. "Not to mention that I’m totally famished. Who knew that a toe-curling orgasm took that much out of you?"
We all laugh.
CHAPTER 31
Amelia
Blimey. My heart is beating so fast, I fear it might erupt out of my chest. That was truly bloody insane. In fact, once I get back to my place, I may consider dumping all the toys Charlie ever bought me because none of them hold a candle to Holden’s fingers or his tongue. The fact that I was making out with Brandon while Holden was doing what he did to me only made the whole thing that much more hedonistic. Damn. I can safely say that until tonight, I knew zilch about sex or about men. I mean absolutely nothing. And to think, there’s so much more for me to learn.
After my feet touched the ground again, I was ready to eat everything in sight. Since my skirt was soaked with my juices—okay, I’m down playing this. I was bloody dripping all over that counter—Brandon decided to dress me in his clothing. He pulled out a pair of old sports shorts and a long-sleeve sweatshirt. I don’t have to tell you that I’m swimming in his clothing. Although these are technically supposed to be shorts, they hit me mid-calf—even with the belt Brandon looped around my waist. We all had a good laugh. While I was wrestling with Brandon’s oversized fashion selection, Holden was taking care of hanging my skirt to dry. I know it’s only a small gesture, but the care with which he did it made me feel so special. They’re both so incredibly attentive. I won’t lie, although people fret over me all the time, it never feels as good as this. Since the heels don’t work with this laidback outfit, needless to say that I kicked my sandals off a long time ago—much to the chagrin of my two American lovers.
Now, Brandon, Holden and I are sitting on the deck on the second floor. The lower deck is nothing to lift one’s nose at, but this can only be described as a little oasis perched in the sky. Long lounge chairs surround the deck, offering a tempting invitation to laze idly. The outdoor bar and firewood oven are definitely a smart addition. That said, I could see myself sitting for hours in that deep marble Jacuzzi.
Soft, sensual chill-out lounge music plays in the background. The lights surrounding the deck cast a muted glow that only adds a veil of suggestiveness to the moment. It’s truly a perfect night to enjoy London. High up like this you can really appreciate how the city sparkles. As I sit here across from the two handsome men—who quite successfully—turned a good girl bad, I realize that last night was a warm-up and tonight is the appetizer. God, what will the main course look like?
They’ve both been watching me with amusement as I literally inhale the food. Thank God the charcuterie plate took no time to prepare because my stomach was growling so much you’d think I hadn’t eaten a bite all week. After indulging in far too much cheese, cured meat, olives and bread, I still managed to polish off half of the succulent steak Holden prepared. I can’t believe how hungry I was. Now I’m leaning against the back of my seat in a blissful state of sheer gluttony overload while bopping my foot to the beat of Absolute Reprise by Midnight.
“These are truly some of the best cookies I’ve ever had,” Brandon reaches out for another one. “And the addition of the homemade vanilla ice cream hits the spot nicely,” he says before chomping into half of his third double chocolate chip in a row.
“I told you,” I retort proudly, licking the chocolate off my fingers from devouring my macadamia nut and white chocolate chip cookie.
“Brandon is right,” Holden says, “these are sinful. Had we not been standing in the kitchen right next to you while you slippe
d them in the oven, I’d never have known you didn’t bake them from scratch.” It's his turn to reach out for another one.
“And that’s why I keep buying them when I’m invited over for dinner. They make me look like I actually know something about baking,” I reply. We all laugh. “I like being up here,” I say, changing the subject. “The breeze feels so nice against my face.” I close my eyes to better enjoy this moment.
“You’re welcome up here any time,” Holden says.
“Yup, I agree,” Brandon chimes in. “Personally, I think we should make this a daily habit,” he grins.
“Do you?” I tease.
“Absolutely. As long as we’re all in town, we should end our day like this every day... just the three of us kicking back, enjoying the night, good food, great wine and exceptional company.” He lifts his glass to accentuate his point.
“I like the sound of that,” I pause. I frown, unsure if I should share what’s on my mind or not.
“What?” Holden picks up on my hesitation.
I smile at him. He’s so intuitive. “I feel comfortable with both of you. It’s crazy—I know—considering this is only the second night we’ve been hanging out together. Nonetheless, it feels like we’ve been doing this for months.”
Brandon reaches out and places his large hand over mine. “That’s a good thing, princess. We like having you here—”
"It’s a very good thing," Holden interrupts. “The fact that you’re so at ease with us this early in the game is important. It only builds up the trust factor." It's his turn to reach out for me. He strokes the side of my face with the back of his hand before cupping my cheek. Instinctively, I allow my face to sink into his warm palm.
“For the record, I’m not just saying that because you made me lose my mind before feeding me,” I joke.
My attraction to these men is surreal. I can’t explain it. I've only known them for such a brief time, but I’d be a fool to ignore how my body responded to them or the fact that I’m willing to be that uninhibited—that’s so not me.
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