Wood Worked

Flynn got up and strode around the bed until he was at the foot. My legs were slightly spread, and I wondered if he could see Spencer’s hard cock driving into me. Then Flynn climbed onto the bed, pushing my left leg roughly out to the side to bare me further. Even in my turned-on state, I noticed that he was careful with my bad leg.

Flynn’s eyes glinted with arousal as he surveyed the situation. “Do you know how badly I want to taste you? It’s about time I do, don’t you think?”

I nodded frantically, and Spencer shifted underneath me as my hair spilled onto his face. “Be still.” He reprimanded me with twin pinches on my nipples. Then he addressed his brother. “You’re going to do that while I’m inside her?”

“Yes,” Flynn said without any hesitation. “Remember what we said. This is about her, and her pleasure only.”

God, I liked the sound of that. If that made me selfish, I was okay with that. This time, at least.

Flynn was still staring me down. “Unlike them, I’m not going to take polite little laps at you. I’m going to ravish that pretty little pussy. I’m going to bring you to the edge and keep you there as long as I fucking want.”

Raphael grabbed my thigh, spreading me wider, giving Flynn room. Flynn placed his hands on my upper thighs above the cast and then leaned in, his stubble scratching my heated slit. I moaned and my inner walls clamped around Spencer’s cock which made him moan, too.

It was so fucking hot, having one man inside me, another holding me open, and a third about to go down on me. I had a feeling that Flynn wasn’t going to take it easy with me for much longer—not with the filthy things he’d promised me.

Turns out I was right. His mouth clamped down on one side of my pussy, biting as he sucked me into his mouth. Then he did the other side. My entire slit was tingly with sensation when he flicked his tongue against my clit. It felt incredible, and the sight of Flynn between my legs, his eyes on mine as he flicked me with his tongue, was such a turn on.

Flynn sat up, and I moaned at the loss of contact. He ignored me and signed something to Raphael, who was standing on the side of the bed.

I had no idea what he signed, but Raphael apparently didn’t agree. “What? No, that’s too much. I can wait.”

Wait, what? I didn’t want him to wait. I wanted all three of them touching me. Filling me. Tasting me.

“Do it,” Flynn said. “Feed her your cock. She wants it.”

I gasped but nodded my head at the man standing above me. My eyes focused on his long cock as I licked my lips.

Raphael still looked worried, but I looked into his eyes. “Please?”

His expression filled with lust, and finally, he nodded. He took hold of his hard length and brought the tip to my mouth. I switched my position a little, moving my head to the other side of Spencer’s so that I had better access to Raphael.

I planted a quick kiss on the tip and then made my lips into a circle so that he could slide into my waiting mouth.

God, he tasted good. And Flynn had apparently decided to reward my compliance with his tongue flicking more directly across my clit.

It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Spencer filled and stretched me as he rocked back and forth. Flynn was driving me wild with his tongue. And I loved the way the skin of Raphael’s cock was soft and silky with steel underneath.

This wasn’t a position I’d ever considered before. Hell, it probably wasn’t even one they’d considered before. I had a feeling that Flynn had thought it up on the spot as the best way to keep my cast still. Who knew, maybe we’d never do it this particular way again, but I loved it. It made me feel so damn close to them. One was under me. Another was over me. The third was between my legs. There was no escaping them and I didn’t want to.

Flynn’s tongue stilled as he came up for air. “Go harder, bro. She can take it.” I didn’t know which “bro” he was talking to, but I hoped they both listened.

They did.

Spencer thrust harder inside me, and Raphael fed me more of his tasty cock. I loved feeling filled by them, but it was Flynn’s merciless tongue that was doing the most damage.

His fingers dug into my upper thighs, holding me open as he tongued the hell out of my clit. My chest heaved as my pulse sped up. And the way Spencer was kneading my breasts drove me crazy.

Raphael’s rippled abs trembled, and I knew he was close. I sucked his warm, hard skin and swirled my tongue around, trying to match the movements of Flynn’s tongue around my clit. Spencer’s breathing was harsh in my ear.