Brandon and I laugh.
"Not at all, sweetie." Brandon's the one to tackle her worries. "On the contrary. What I hear you saying is that you like the time we spent together and that's a huge turn on." He nails it right on the head.
"Well, in that case, ‘like’ is an understatement. It's more like love—with a capital L. Scratch that. It's more of an addiction at this point," she laughs.
We join her.
"Don't ever be shy about telling us that," I gently tap the tip of her nose with my index finger.
"What he said," Brandon points his thumb at me. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, Viking, it’s time to fuck our princess. Pronto," Brandon rushes me.
“Down, boy,” I retort.
"As if you aren’t in a hurry," he quips.
"I never said I wasn't, I just want to enjoy her body," I explain.
"I'll enjoy it even more when my mouth is latching onto her perky tits and my fingers are gliding between her wet lips," Brandon voices his impatience.
I shake my head before returning my focus to the gorgeous woman standing in front of me.
“The shoes?” she asks, moving her gaze to her feet.
“You know the answer to that,” I say.
“Right. They stay on,” she laughs.
“Exactly.”
“I swear I felt my heel digging into your skin yesterday?"
"You're right. One of them did. Three times," I answer.
"That must've hurt," she says.
"In the best possible way, angel. I couldn’t do much about it yesterday, but today," I drop my eyes to my cock bulging from my boxer briefs before bringing them up to hers. "It’s a whole different story," I say. She returns my wide smile. “Let's follow Brandon's suggestion and move you somewhere that’s a little more comfortable," I say, breaking our trance.
“Okay,” she nods.
"Finally," Brandon huffs.
The words have barely left my mouth that he grabs Amelia’s hand and pulls her away from me. He marches her to the other side of the room. Just as they’re about to reach the oversized sofa, he tugs her into a sweeping arc around his body to drop her—ass first—against the cushion. She squeals as she bounces, her long hair whipping into her face. When she settles, she brushes her mane back.
"Smooth," I say as I stride towards them.
"I thought so," Brandon says confidently.
Amelia’s eyes are on me as I walk forward until I'm standing shoulder to shoulder with my best friend. Her gaze shifts to each one of us, or more precisely, her eyes are steadfastly glued to our cocks. Without so much as a word of a warning her legs part, revealing her little pink pussy. Damn. My gaze zeros in right between her legs, my balls tightening with growing urgency.
"I think it's hardly fair that I'm the only one who's naked here," she points out teasingly.
"I don't think you're ready for what we’re hiding underneath these,” Brandon teases right back. He snaps the elastic at his waist for show.
"Says who?" Amelia retorts. Daring little vixen. "You're not hiding much under those boxer briefs. You do know that? Not to mention I’ve seen both of you wank. I can already tell what's coming my way."
I highly doubt it.
"All right, but don't say I didn't warn you," Brandon exhales dramatically. He turns his attention to me and says, "She thinks she can take it." We both snicker. "She asked for it," he shrugs.
Brandon and I shuck out of our underwear, and Amelia watches with her lower lip trapped between her teeth. As our boxer briefs fall to the wooden floor, her gaze zeros in on our impossibly hard cocks. We’re both proudly pointing north.
“Jesus," she nearly chokes on her words. “Those are so... bloody long, thick and very ready… you’re massive... I mean..." She pauses. "Are they for real?” Her gaze flutters from my erection to Brandon's.
"Don't worry, you'll get your answer soon enough," I promise with a grin.
Amelia lifts her head up, folds her arms underneath her and rests her body weight against her elbows. Slowly, her eyebrows draw together and she squints her eyes. Now only a sliver of emerald green peers through her eyelids. "Am I going to be able to walk out of here?"
"It really all depends on how hard you ride us. But I can tell you this much, unless you limp out of here, I'll consider it a personal failure."
Amelia’s eyes widen.
Brandon laughs.
Without another word, I lower my long frame to my knees, slide my hands up the inside of her slim thighs and open her legs wider.
“Oh, God,” Amelia gasps.
"It's already been far too long since my mouth was on you," I say, lowering my eyes. "You have such a beautiful bare pussy, princess. Are you going to come hard for us?" She nods. “Will your juices drip down my chin like they did yesterday and again this morning?" Another nod. "Good girl. When you come real hard, we’ll reward you with these." I grip my cock and squeeze hard. “Brandon, show the lady, what she’ll get.”
“Wait till these big balls slap against you,” Brandon groans. He cups his low-hanging balls with one hand and squeezes his shaft with the other.
"Not that I needed an incentive, but I'll keep that in mind," she winks.
I can't help but shake my head at her sassiness.
"I bet you she's already dripping," Brandon comments. He flashes me a cocky grin before climbing on the sofa.
"I wonder if you’re right." My response is as falsely casual as his.
"Well, there's only one way for you to find out," Brandon says.
"I guess there is." I lower my head towards her pussy, stick my tongue out and run it languorously over her warm flesh, making as many raunchy noises as I can.
“Oh shit,” Amelia cries out.
“That good, huh?” Brandon asks.
“She’s soaked. I mean worse than yesterday.”
“Maybe I should make sure you’re not mistaken.” Brandon reaches out and trails a slow hand down her stomach as he travels south to her pussy. I scoot back to allow for his naughty play. He sticks two fingers inside her and pumps them in and out of her. “Fuck, you’re right, Viking. She's so goddamn soaked. It's a fucking river down there.” Brandon’s blue eyes are filled with lust as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of our little princess.
"Do you want to see how wet you are, angel?" I ask. Her eyes are on me, but she doesn't answer. “Show her, Royal," I command.
Amelia whimpers at my words, her eyes widening as my best friend removes his fingers from her pussy and lifts them in the air.
“Look at that," he marvels, admiring her white slickness coating his fingers.
“Jesus,” Amelia sobs. Brandon sticks his fingers, dripping with her wetness, inside his mouth. “Oh, God, Brandon.” I can’t tell if that’s a plea for him to stop or to keep it going.
I let out a low growl, watching Amelia squirm against the sofa.
“She tastes as good as she did in the wee hours of the morning," Brandon confirms with a devilish smile painted on his face.
I straighten up. “Have you ever tasted yourself, angel?” I ask.
“You mean...” She just lowers her eyes between her legs.
“Yeah. Your juices,” I explain further.
"No," she says shyly.
“She’s a virgin,” Brandon says.
"Not for long," I quip.
With a wicked smile tugging at my lips, I reach out and cup her cheeks, bringing her face closer to mine. “Do you want to try?” My voice is dangerously low. "I'm sure you’ll like it... a lot," I borrow her words from yesterday. She smiles knowingly at me. I suck on her lower lip and draw it into my mouth. She gasps. That doesn't stop me. I ravish her mouth, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth so she gets a good taste of her sweetness. When I release her, her cheeky grin speaks volumes.
Brandon casts hooded eyes on me. “I think she liked that a lot,” he offers.
Judging from her reaction, I’d say he's right, but it never hurts to ask. "Did y
ou?"
"Is it okay if I say yes?" she asks.
I nod. "It's more than okay.” Unable to contain myself, I reach with both hands and grope her breasts, kneading them unrushed. "There's so much I can't wait to try with you, Amelia,” I confess. “And just to be clear, it’s all dirty as hell.”
"Oh, God, Holden, your hands," she moans.
“Looks like our not-so-innocent princess is more than ready for us to rock her world.” Brandon says. "Do you want us to push you so far over the edge, there's no way out for you? Your only salvation is to keep coming back up here for more. Night, after night, after night. Of course, weekends will be a bit of a sex marathon."
"Brandon, I'm so confused right now I can't think straight, let alone answer your question," she pleads.
She closes her eyes and tilts her head. When she does, her cascade of hair falls backward, revealing her serene face. She parts her lips, darts her tongue out and licks her lips. She traces the contour of her lips in such a delicious way. In no time, Brandon is ravishing her mouth. Fuck. Following his lead, I fucking lose it all over her tits. I circle her pink areola with the tip of my finger in an excruciatingly slow motion. So slow, that I don't know who I’m punishing the most—her or me? Her body quivers under my touch in response. As her tongue wildly dances with Brandon's, I surprise her by pinching her peaks. She moans into his mouth.
After a few passionate minutes, Brandon pushes away from her and drops a string of sweet kisses along her neck until his lips are against her ear. “Tonight, we take off the training wheels. We’re going to make you climax so hard, you'll see God," he promises.
“Oh,” Amelia lets out.
“As much as I'd love nothing more than to hear you scream out my best friend’s name as you come over and over against his tongue, I have other plans for your sweet mouth.” She gasps and I can feel her nipple harden in the palm that’s cupping her right tit. "Don't look so surprised, Amelia. What did you expect after all that talk about cucumbers and porn? I want to find out firsthand if you were a good student or if you require further intense training." She's been warned. “I already know, Holden will make you come that much harder when he sees you with my cock in your mouth and my release dripping from your lips. It gets his cock nice and hard and that’s good news for you, sweetie.” Fuck. “Personally, I get turned on by watching him drink up your juices. Come to think about it, has anyone ever fucked your mouth?"
"I-I’ve given Frederick and Geoffrey blowjobs," she says hesitantly.
"That wasn’t my question." Brandon corrects her. “Has a man ever fucked your mouth with the same passion as he fucked your pussy?"
"I don’t think so." Her answer is timid.
"So I'll be the first one?"
"Yes."
A little demoniac laughter leaves the back of his throat. "Knowing that, I doubt I'll be able to restrain myself." Amelia whimpers. “I'm not going to go easy on you and I'm going to make sure that Holden pushes you well past your limits. You can handle it, right?"
There's usually a trace of humor when Brandon says shit like that, but right now the guy is dead serious.
"We want her limping out of here, but we don't want to send her to the hospital," I remind him.
"Her pussy is ready. Remember she didn't use her toys last night," Brandon quips.
To my utter astonishment, Amelia grabs hold of my forearm and says, "If yesterday was the appetizer, I'm looking forward to the main course. I don't want you to hold back. Neither of you." I hold her gaze and squint my silent question. "I mean it," she confirms.
Brandon’s grin is so wide it takes over his entire face.
My first reaction is to voice my question. To make sure she's certain about her decision. I don't know why. I've never done it with any other woman, but there's something about Amelia that flames my protective nature.
The need I read in her eyes dispels any worries I might have. I lean forward and drop a soft kiss against her lips before sliding my body down against hers. Taking her left nipple between my lips, I suck and bite—easy at first and then just a bit sharper until Amelia squirms with need. When I lift my eyes, I see Brandon replace me against her lips. With one hand, I squeeze her right nipple hard. With each one of her grunts, I exert more pressure. I don’t ease off until her chest and stomach are flushed in a beautiful shade of pink. When I start grazing at her peaks with my teeth, she gyrates like crazy.
“Ah,” she gasps.
"Is Holden doing filthy things to you?” Brandon teases. My gaze locks with Amelia’s. Her lidded eyes are glazed over. Good. "You’re distracting her from my lips," Brandon scoffs.
I let go of her tit to say, "Sorry, buddy, it won't happen again," I lie.
"I hope not," Brandon says. "Can't you find another way to make her lose her mind? Her tits are too sensitive." Fucker.
“You'd have to move out of the way for that to happen. I need to slide her body down," I reply.
"Ask and you shall receive." Brandon pushes himself on his knees and gives me enough maneuvering room.
"Angel, this position isn't going to work." She’s still propped against her folded elbows.
"Oh, okay," she says softly.
I place my hand against her chest and push until she's lying completely flat, just before closing my hands around her legs and pulling her towards me until her ass meets the edge of the sofa. Better.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” I command. She obeys with a moan.
"Now the real fun begins," Brandon says.
CHAPTER 39
Brandon
I’m so horny, I'm practically bouncing off the walls. My cock is fucking jackhammering. I can't imagine that Holden is faring much better. I’ve seen this guy naked countless times, but his cock is so engorged, I fear it’s going to explode all over this room.
I look down in awe at my best friend and our little princess. The three of us were truly meant to be.
Holden lowers his head toward Amelia’s open pussy and she purrs before he even has his mouth on her.
“Christ. She’s so worked up,” he says between licks.
“Oh, yes," she moans, burying one hand into his hair as she reaches up behind her to claw at me.
I fist my cock with one hand and squeeze hard, doing my best to contain the relentless throbbing, willing it to be patient for just a few more minutes.
As Holden’s tongue skates around her wetness, Amelia lets out a string of inaudible curses.
"You can tongue-fuck her better than that," I growl.
She sobs before closing her eyes.
Holden grunts his annoyance, but I get what I want. He picks up the pace. When his tongue flicks her clit, her ass yanks off the sofa. Fucking beautiful. Intoxicated by the sight, I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke.
“Oh, yeah,” I hiss. “Fuck, it's so sexy to watch you eat her out like that. It’s making me so fucking hard,” I grunt.
Amelia’s eyes pop open. She gasps. Stunned, her eyes zoom in on my hands. I stroke my cock with the type of raw urgency I haven’t displayed in a very long time. Her attention shifts quickly to Holden when he yanks his body up, and instead of his tongue, he grabs hold of his erection and glides the tip of his unsheathed cock up and down her pussy.
“Mother of God!" Amelia shouts.
I won't lie, I'm quite taken aback by Holden's bold actions. Unless things have changed without him sharing, he's never done that with a woman before. Never.
“We’re popping a lot of your cherries tonight," I chuckle. "From your reaction I'd be willing to bet that Holden’s the first guy to play with your pussy like that."
"Shit, shit, shit." That's the best she can do.
"How is it?" I ask.
"Jesus," Holden growls. "Her pussy is indecently slippery. I love the feeling of my tip against her hard clit. It’s fucking sinful." As if my cock wasn’t hard enough.
I can only respond by stroking my long thick shaft, with my eyes glued to where Holden is skating his big b
ulbous mushroom head around her clit eliciting an endless chorus of mewls from her. Amelia’s body shakes like a leaf under his naughty play.
“Fuck, I can’t hold it in anymore, Holden,” I warn. “She’s nearly done and I need more," I announce. I approach Amelia, crawling on my knees with my eyes locked on her, still gripping my throbbing cock. I divert my gaze just long enough to meet Holden’s before I straddle her shoulders and sit on my knees right above her tits. I turn around and shoot him a quick approving nod. Unconsciously, my lips break into a huge smile. He grins from ear to ear. Satisfied with the knowledge that we’re on the same page, I lean my body towards her with my hungry cock bobbing a few inches away from her mouth. I taunt her a few times and each time she falls for it by opening her mouth expectantly. I chuckle the first three times at her disappointing frown. By the fourth tease, the joke’s on me. She reaches out and grabs my cock with impudence. Surprised, I let go of my shaft and she begins to stroke me from base to tip. "Christ,” I hiss. My brain goes temporarily numb. When she lifts her head and sticks out her tongue, I regain control. “You’re so eager, princess.” She purrs. “You want to wrap your pout around this?”
“Uh-huh,” she says suggestively. She stuns me when her thumb skates over the head of my cock, smearing my abundant moisture along the tip.
“God,” I groan loudly, tilting my head back. I rock my hips a few times, enjoying her small hand around me.
“Royal, it’s so fucking hot seeing you on top of her,” Holden throws over my shoulder.
“Jesus,” I grunt. “I love what you’re doing with your hand, but it still isn’t enough for me. My cock needs to be inside your warm mouth. Open wide,” I command. She does as she’s told. She even sticks out her tongue without me having to ask. I slap my cock against it a few teasing times before guiding it inside her mouth. She wraps her mouth around my big, fat, swollen knob. I give her a few seconds to adjust before I feed her more of my cock. I pull my hand away allowing her lips to slide toward the base of my cock. She gags a little, her green eyes watering a bit. I halt my movements to give her a respite, but Amelia lifts her head to suck more of my cock. Damn. “Yeah, that's it, sweetie, be real greedy," I growl, pushing myself deeper inside her mouth. I move my right arm behind me and cup her tit possessively. I alternate between flicking and pinching her nipple tight.
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