19
TOBIAS
When Cora slumps forward, her orgasm robbing her of ability to stay upright, I help her roll onto her back.
Her pretty curls are in disarray, and strands are slicked across her sweaty forehead. Her chest heaves, drawing in short, shallow breaths, and for a crazy moment, I realize that I can see her pulse hammering at her throat and her fingers trembling.
Is that what we did to her?
To say I’m proud is a fucking understatement. Even though this isn’t the first time I’ve shared a girl with Danny, it is the first time that all my brothers have been present. For whatever reason, in the past, it’s generally been a two-on-one situation, and almost always with girls who’ve done it before with other guys. This is a first for us, and I’m pretty sure it’s a first for Cora, and seeing her taken apart this way, able to fully let go and experience all the sensations until she’s a trembling mess, is overwhelming.
I haven’t finished, but I don’t care. In a way, I’m grateful for the chance to take a break and prolong my own pleasure. I want to be on the other end of this experience, in a position where I have a chance to watch my brothers do unspeakably sexy things to this girl until she’s boneless and begging for us to stop. Only then will I feel like our work is done.
There’s an element of pressure that I haven’t felt with any girl before. Usually, I’m interested in their pleasure purely from an arrogant perspective. No self-respecting man ever wants a woman to leave his bed unsatisfied. But with Cora, it’s about so much more. It’s about getting everything right so that this doesn’t wind up being a night that we look back on with regret because we failed in our attempt to show Cora that this could be something amazing.
I want her to be absolutely confident that this is the right decision. I want her to know deep in her heart that we can be more than just fuck buddies, more than just dicks to give her pleasure. I want her to feel a connection, and that’s potentially going to be harder to deliver than I thought.
Five men might make the angles more interesting. Five men can make the pleasure greater. But with five men, there is just less time to dedicate to the emotional side of sex. At least, that’s the way it feels. If I wanted to look into Cora’s eyes and check she’s with me, connected and not just lost in the sensation, I’d have to interrupt someone else’s pleasure. I’d have to make a big deal about it, and I’m not sure what my brothers would think. You see, since that night I saw Cora crumble, she’s had a hook fastened into my heart. My brothers say they want her, but how much of that is just scratching the itch she created when she walked into our kitchen in just two small scraps of lace, and how much is because they see her and want what’s underneath the sweet curves and pretty smile?
“Tobe?” River’s voice jolts me out of my thoughts. “You gonna finish?”
“I’ll wait,” I say, already moving so that he can kneel between Cora’s spread legs. She stares up at him with wide eyes that don’t seem to focus fully .
“Baby,” he says, pressing his hand to her cheek. “Are you good to carry on?”
Her nod is equally dazed: just a slow lowering of her chin.
When River pushes his thick cock into Cora, pressing her knees together and resting them against his chest, her groan is long and low. “Fuck, you feel good,” he hisses as he starts to move.
“Cora.” I lean over her, clasping her cheek and turning her head. Her pretty eyes meet mine, staring through me until I pat her cheek again. “Princess. Are you with us?”
Her hand touches my shoulder, a smile fluttering onto her lips and then disappearing as River thrusts harder. “If it’s too much…”
Blinking, she smiles again. “It’s too much,” she says softly. “But I’m greedy.”
Around the room, my brothers snort. I glance up, finding Danny watching me with his head tipped to the side. He’s contemplating my actions and trying to read their cause, but for the first time in my life, I don’t care. He can rib me all he likes about being soft, but each of us will forge a different connection with Cora, and I know what I want mine to be. I want her always to be able to turn to me in times of trouble. I want her to feel that deep-down confidence that I’ll put her needs first. I want her to know that I’ll fight for her, always.
I kiss her lips gently and then rub the tip of my nose over hers. “You be as greedy as you like, sweetheart. We’ve got you. We’re all yours.”