The Heartbreakers

Her nails dig into my scalp and the feeling of them, together with the way she’s lightly pulling on my hair causes a rush of heat down my spine, making me so hard that I lose all my restraint.

I slide her panties down her hips, pleased to find bare, smooth skin and even happier to feel how wet she is for us when I swipe my finger up the length of her slit.

The light pink flush on her face gets one shade darker, as Peyton and I take in her beautiful, naked body. I wonder if we’re the first ones to see her naked. I bet we are, judging by what she told us. I feel a rush of possessive pride at the thought that Penn has no idea what his dumb-ass missed by turning her down.

“Here’s the deal, princess,” I drawl, locking my eyes with her beautiful green ones. “We’re going to make you come, but you have to earn it.”

“Ok,” she utters softly. “What do you want me to do?”

I can hear the excitement and the hint of fear of the unknown in her voice. I love how she’s surrendering completely to us. To me.

“We’re going to show how to give a great blow job,” I inform her.

“If you want,” Peyton adds and he’s right. We might’ve been going through girls faster than most people change their underwear, but forcing a woman to do something she isn’t into, has never been our thing.

“Do you want to?” I ask, and she surprises me again, sinking down on her knees in response.

I don’t know about you, but there’s nothing hotter than a woman getting down on her knees in front of me. Especially when she’s looking at me with the same heat that’s blazing in Lenley’s eyes right now. Most of the time the feeling of submission that’s implied in the act is even better than the blowjob itself.

I let her open the button of my jeans, lifting my hips when she slides them off of me and taking off my own boxer briefs.

Peyton doesn’t hesitate to do the same, also making quick work of his t-shirt and I follow his lead.

The way Lenley’s eyes are raking up and down my hard-on, looking at Peyton’s too, makes me so fucking excited that a bead of clear fluid collects on the small opening by my tip.

“Come here, Snow,” Peyton says softly, and for a moment I just look at the way he’s looking at her.

Lately women had become so interchangeable that I know I was going through the motions; every body became just a means to an end and it didn’t really matter who they were. We passed girls around, swapping them between us when we got bored with the one in our bed, but that’s what we were. Bored.

The deal we have with Lenley forces us to hit the reset button in more ways than one. Yes, we’ll teach her how to make Penn want her and leave him gagging for her; but at the same time, we’ll also learn what Lenley’s body likes, what turns her on, how she likes to fuck and be fucked.

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Lenley

I’VE NEVER BEEN NAKEDin front of anyone in my adult life. Sure, there has been the occasion flash of a boob when changing before a night out with my girlfriend, but it was nothing like this.

It was nothing like feeling completely exposed, like knowing that I have three sets of eyes on me, watching every inch of my skin.

For a second, I feel anxious about what they’re seeing. What if I’m not as pretty as they expected? What if they’ve had better?

I mean, they’re known as The Heartbreakers in town because of how many women they’ve had. They’re bound to have been with tons of better looking girls.

“Come here,” Peyton says, taking my hand in his and pulling me up to him until I’m straddling him.

Our eyes are locked together and I get momentarily lost in the dark blue depths of his irises. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I like the feeling of drifting away in those deep blue pools.

His lips find mine and he kisses me, deep and hot, with more urgency than he’s ever done before.

His erect cock stands between us, the underside of it rubbing on my front as he pulls me closer.

His skin feels hot and silky and it causes a rush of wetness between my legs; if I can feel it, I’m sure that Peyton can too.

I want to touch him so badly, but I hesitate. What if I do it wrong? What if he doesn’t want me to?

But that doesn’t make sense, we’re naked together and he—and Jameson—expect that I go down on him.

I have to remind myself that they aren’t Darrius, that if these three men offered me this deal it’s because they find me attractive; even if I’m inexperienced.

So I wrap my hand around the base of his thick, throbbing shaft and I know he likes it when his hands close around my buttocks and his teeth nip at my bottom lip.

“One day soon,” he whispers against my mouth, so softly that only I can hear it, “You’re going to sink onto my cock and ride it until it feels so good that we both can’t take it.”

I picture it in my head and it’s hot and scary at the same time. Hot because his words make me throb and cause a rush of desire so deep that my inner walls spasm and clench on air; scary because while Peyton and Jameson aren’t as ridiculously huge as Channing, they’re still big. A lot bigger than I expected if I can barely close my fingers around the base of his shaft.

I kiss his lips again, stalling because I wonder how I should initiate this. Do I just sink down onto my knees and take him into my mouth? The guys have offered to teach me sex, but it doesn’t look like their instructions include blowjob etiquette.

So I opt for a more gradual approach and let my lips trace his jaw and descend his strong, corded neck.

I open my mouth as I reach his collarbone, almost letting the black ink tattoos that cover part of his shoulder and his arm distract me from my final destination.

I stay the course, trailing open mouthed kisses down Peyton’s sculpted chest, finding another black tattoo on his rib cage and I keep going down.

I’m sure I’ll have time to study his tattoos eventually, right now I just take in the overall effect on his muscled, tanned body.