“You won’t ever lose me,” I whisper while leaning toward him. I drop the cardigan, revealing the low-cut blouse I’m wearing as I straddle his lap. “I can promise you that.”
“It’s more than that, precious.”
I hum lustfully while kissing him, hips bucking instinctively as he lightly holds my hips. While the rest of him is still, his thumbs roam beneath the waistband of my jeans, inspiring me to whimper softly.
I have to convince him to marry me, I think while dragging my lips to the edge of his jaw. Dropping to his neck prompts a groan, but he makes no effort to move his hands. He’s resisting me.
And it’s pissing me off. Amos ran me out of the house. I need somewhere to go that’s secure. I need him. Doesn’t he get that?
I lean back and unzip my jeans, meeting his gaze with a playful grin. While sliding my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, I feel his cock bounce under the zipper of his pants, the only sign that he’s at all interested in what I’m doing.
A minute passes when he tilts his head back and calls out, “Tomas, come in here.”
I flush with embarrassment while my fingers freeze at the entrance of my pussy. Tomas wanders into the room, his eyes sparkling with desire when he notices the position I’m in.
“Go on, precious,” Parker encourages in a low voice. “Show him how hot you are right now.”
I rake my lower lip between my teeth and bow my head, tentatively continuing my task. He watches me intently as I plunge a finger inside, a moan building in my chest while I try not to look at Tomas. It’s too hot to handle. I’m so aroused by them watching me masturbate that I almost burst, barely hanging by a thread with the way the tension rises in the room.
Parker idly strokes the inside of my thighs, beckoning my orgasm right back to the surface. Tomas settles on the corner of the bed nearby and rubs the front of his jeans, eyelids heavy with lust as I dare to observe him. The way his tongue darts out to poke at his lip piercing makes me mewl, and I feel the tension in the room double. It’s getting hotter by the second.
“Precious,” Parker whispers, “you should have sex with him.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I pull my hand out of my panties. “What?”
“Do you need me to repeat my order? Really?”
“No, I just…” I glance at Tomas, who looks equally confused yet excited. When I look at Parker, I continue, “I just took you for the jealous type.”
He shakes his head, expression remaining blank. “I’ve changed. I consider Tomas my brother, and I’ll share you with him.” He pecks my lips lightly and then nudges me off his lap. “So, be a good girl and go fuck him.”
Shivers race down my spine as I wander mechanically toward the bed. Tomas removes his jeans and shirt, revealing his sculpted body, his tattoos, and all that delicious skin just waiting for me to touch. His briefs go next and his cock flops against his stomach, an audible sigh dripping from my lips as I struggle to remove my clothes.
Crawling over his body produces enough arousal to seem like I’ve already burst twice. And maybe I did when I approached the bed. Or maybe I did on Parker’s lap. Who knows? I’m overwhelmed by the fact that being honest has gotten me what I need. As simple as it sounds, it’s just fucking wild to me, the tension in the room igniting like dry straw when my mouth brushes Tomas’s shoulder.
I rub my pussy against his shaft and feel his responding twitch, enjoying the way his hands rove my flesh. They travel to all the places I wanted Parker to touch me, their journey fulfilling in more ways than physical. Behind me, Parker releases a satisfied groan and I hear his zipper open, goose bumps rippling over my body as I arch my back and position the head of Tomas’s cock at my entrance.
When I sit on Tomas, the tension breaks, an explosion of lust whipping around us as I lean back and expose my tits to both of the boys. Tomas reaches up to caress them as I roll my hips, our bodies perpetually greeting in synchronized motions that feel natural for us. The way he conforms to me—molds perfectly to my torso—makes me wonder why we ever tried to stay apart.
And that counts for all of us. We’re stronger together. We’re hotter together. Why have we been denying this the whole time? I grab Tomas’s shoulders and tug him toward me, urging him to bury his face into my breasts. Hot breath coats my skin and prompts my nipples to harden as I tangle my fingers into his hair.
I’m so deeply pleased that I almost don’t need to get off. Almost. It takes very little to send me spiraling in the direction of an orgasm, the teasing and rubbing already depositing me on the shores of pleasure. Within a few short thrusts, I’m bucking wildly, digging my claws into Tomas’s back and feeling how he tenses beneath me.
Parker grunts possessively at the table, sloshing sounds echoing in my ears as I realize we’re all coming at the same time. When I’m done, I flop onto the bed, my afterglow causing my eyelids to flutter as Tomas lazily kisses my breast and then my collarbone. He pecks my neck, whispers something in my ear, and then heads to the en suite bathroom.
After Tomas cleans me up, he kisses me long and hard, gets dressed, and then leaves, silence soothing my ears as I notice the way Parker is looking at me. I’m still naked, totally exposed to him. What will he do with me now? Will he use me like he’s always used me?
Wondering how far I can take things, I roll toward him, plumping my breasts up in a way that should elicit a response but doesn’t. Instead, he joins me on the bed and rests beside me, stroking my cheek in a loving manner that comforts me.
I could get used to this.
But should I get used to this?