BRENNA

 

Evidently, I have an exhibitionist side that I never knew about.

I look over to where Dean is sitting and lick my lips. He unbuttons his pants and fists his cock, his eyes never leaving the two of us. His hungry look turns me on as much as his dirty talk.

If he wants a show, I’m more than happy to oblige.

I arch my back, shoving my breasts in Tyler's face. Each little tug of his teeth flashes an electric shock straight to my pussy. I got the piercing on a dare from Liv, but I’m glad I did. I enjoy playing with them when I masturbate, but nothing like what Tyler is doing to me now. Each pull, paired with the rhythm of our movements is too much. I dig my fingers into his shoulder, losing myself in the intense pleasure.

“Brenna, reach down and rub your clit,” Dean says and starts to stroke his cock in time with our movement. “That’s it, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”

As if this peepshow isn’t hot enough, Dean’s direction adds a whole new layer. I’m not sure which is turning me on more, the fact that he’s watching us have sex or that he’s getting off to it. I glide my fingers between us. With each thrust, my finger grazes my swollen clit. The pleasure builds into a heavy knot of desire that settles in my pussy, aching, needing release.

“Oh, God. Tyler, please.”

I rub harder, desperate for some relief. I’m ready to beg, promise them anything. I just need to come.

Picking up on my desperation, Tyler takes control. His fingers dig into my hips, thrusting hard and fast until I break apart. His grip tightens, and he holds me in place as I cry out, my pussy pulsing around his cock. The orgasm rips through me, drowning me in pleasure. My nails sink into the flesh of his back as I struggle to hold on.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Dean says behind me. I barely have time to catch my breath before he presses against my back and starts kissing my neck. His warm hands cup my breast from behind, thumbs flicking my oversensitive nipples.

And then Tyler starts moving again.

The guys—my guys—are on either side now. Surrounding me. Enveloping me with desire and love. I lean back against Dean, close my eyes, and let them take control. Their hands are everywhere. Their mouths. Their teeth.

And just when I thought I’d reached the peak of sensation, Dean’s fingers slide between my cheeks to tease my ass. I tense a little, but his finger continues to massage the tight ring of muscles—and it feels good.

“I want to slide my cock into this ass,” he whispers into my ear as Tyler continues to fuck me. “Do you think you can take us both at the same time?”

A month ago, I would have thought the idea lewd and outrageous. Wicked. Filthy. But now, I can’t wait to do it.

“Yes,” I cry out as he slides a finger into me, pumping in time with Tyler.

“Fuck, whatever you're doing to her, don’t stop,” Tyler says. “Her pussy is gripping me like a fist.”

“Friday night, this ass is mine,” Dean says and adds another finger.

His words push me over the edge, and I’m coming again. I put my head on Tyler’s shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. Dean’s fingers continue to move inside of me, working against the movement of Tyler’s cock, prolonging my orgasm.  

“Fuck, yes,” Tyler grunts and stiffens under my touch.

I collapse against him, boneless and out of breath.

“That was…wow,” I gasp, still trembling even after the waves of release have subsided.

The crinkle of a condom wrapper breaks the silence. Tyler lays me on the sofa, and Dean takes his place. I don’t know if I can take any more pleasure, but I want to. I need him inside me just as much as I needed Tyler.

His thick cock presses into my entrance and I open up, wrapping my arms around his neck. When he finally pushes inside, I cry out, still sensitive from my climax. Despite my exhaustion, I’m surging again. There’s less finesse in our joining, just a hard fast fuck, but it’s exactly what we both need.

* * *

Pulling the tie around my robe tight, I head down the hall to the kitchen, more than a little sore from last night’s activities. I still can’t believe that I’m sleeping with two guys. A sleepy Liv greats me, her red curls a massive halo around her head.

“I made coffee,” she says. “You look like you need it.”

“I was up late,” I say and pour a cup.

“So I heard,” Liv says, wagging her eyebrows.

“You’re kidding right?” I say covering my face with my hands. “I know I was loud, but we were upstairs in their living room. You don’t think Landon heard? These apartments are practically soundproof.”

“Calm down. I didn’t hear your kinky fuckery,” Liv says in a low voice. “I heard you sneaking back in at two in the morning. I figured you didn’t get much sleep.”

“Oh,” I say, my cheeks burning hot.

“But from your reaction and the way you’re walking this morning that must have been one marathon fuck fest up there. What to share the deets?”

“No,” I say, putting a couple slices of bread in the toaster.

“Come on. I’m going through a dry spell. Let me live vicariously through your new found sexual freedom. At least tell me if they're into DP.”

“You may be my best friend,” I say, pointing my butter knife at her, “but there are just some things I’m not willing to share with you.”

“What won’t you share?” Landon asks as he shuffles into the kitchen.

I glare at Liv mentally warning her to shut it and turn, smiling at my little brother. “Share my toast. I love toast, and if she wants some, she’ll have to get her own.”

“Your sister’s selfish. I don’t have any toast, and she’s got two.” Liv sticks out her lip in an exaggerated pout. “I don’t even want her toast. I just want details about what she’s going to put on the toast.”

“Don’t you have a plane to catch,” I say through clenched teeth.

Landon shakes his head and grabs the box of Lucky Charms. “You people are weird. I’m going to get ready for school. Don’t forget to sign my permission slip. Mrs. Weston won’t let me on the bus tomorrow without it.”

“I’ll take care of it right now. Have a good day at school.”

Landon grunts an unintelligible response and shambles back to his room.

“That kid needs an attitude adjustment,” Liv says under her breath.

“Give him a break. It’s only been a few months.”  And in those months, our relationship has moved from glacial to room temperature. So, I’m calling it a win. “We’re working it out.”

“No, what he’s doing is taking advantage of you. Don’t let him treat you like crap. He’ll keep pushing until he knows where the line is.”

I know Liv is right. I’ve been letting him get away with way too much recently, but it’s brought me some peace.

“I promise I’ll get a handle on it. After Christmas. You know how hard the holidays can be.”

Liv rolls her eyes and gets up. “I hate to leave, but I do have that plane to catch. Be a good girl and keep calling. Especially if you need advice. That’s like my one job as your best friend.”

“Actually, you’re also my business partner. I really hope you’re doing more than that.” I pull her in for a big. “I’m going to miss you.”

“Me too. I’m so glad I came to see you.”

“Does this mean I’m forgiven for not telling you about my sex life? Do you love me again?”

Her phone buzzes, and she grips the handle of her rolling bag. “I don’t hate you quite as much.”

“Liv,” I say, drawing out her name.

“Fine. I love your stupid face even if you won’t share,” she says and heads to the door. “But just so we’re clear, now that I’ve met your guys, I’m totally going to write an entire series of fan fiction based on them. And it’s going to be all swords crossing because you won’t give me details.”

I laugh and watch my best friend leave, knowing without a doubt, she’s going to do just that. I only hope the guys never find out.