naked. She felt utterly ridiculous, especially when she had to ask Brody to shove over on the couch so she could sit.
Instead of moving over toward Tate, he patted the space between them, which meant she had to step over his long-assed legs to get to her seat.
She settled in and began to eat, although eating when naked—definitely a new experience.
Brody leaned over and whispered, “Don’t worry about spilling. I’ll be more than happy to lick it off you later.”
Ah hell. Images of him doing just that exploded in her brain. Her hands shook as she put her hamburger down on the plate that rested on the coffee table. Deciding to get back at him just a little, she turned and cocked her head and murmured in a low voice, “Mmmm, sort of like I’ll be licking your cock in a little while.”
His eyes narrowed and he swallowed. She let her gaze drift downward to where the bulge in his jeans had just gotten quite a bit more noticeable. Then she smiled and went back to her burger.
Chase chuckled from his chair, and she looked over at him to see his eyes full of amusement. Strangely he hadn’t asked for any sexual favors, but then he didn’t have to. And maybe watching Tate and Brody’s “reward” would be reward in of itself.
She finished half of the burger and then licked each and every one of her fingers, letting her tongue linger over the tips.
Seeing that the others were finished, she stood and began to collect the plates and the empty cans. With a saucy smile, she disappeared into the kitchen and immediately began to wonder just how soon they planned on collecting.
She delayed as long as she could. Part of her couldn’t wait to go back in. The other part was a little apprehensive. In the end, giddy won out over apprehensive and she walked back into the living room only to see Brody standing in the middle of the room, his hands at his fly.
He smiled when she stopped in the doorway, and then he crooked his finger in a come-hither motion. A little dazed, she complied. When she was directly in front of him, he put a hand on her shoulder. Then he pushed until she went down on her knees in front of him.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
He unzipped his fly and shoved his jeans down just far enough that his cock came free. Not waiting for her to take the initiative, he threaded his hand through her hair, gripped the back of her head, and guided her toward his fisted cock.
The broad head pushed past her lips and onto her tongue. She reached for his legs, something to hold on to as she leaned forward to take him deeper.
His breath came out in an audible hiss when she took him to the back of her throat.
“Yes, baby, just like that. God, I love your mouth. It’s so hot and sweet.”
His words spurred her excitement. She wanted to please him, wanted him to gain the ultimate satisfaction from the act.
She slid one hand from his thigh to delve into his jeans, pulling them lower so she could cup his balls. The crisp hair rasped over her knuckles. She gripped his sac, rolling it as she sucked back and forth over his cock.
He was long and thick and stabbed into her mouth, gliding roughly over her tongue, touching the roof of her mouth and the sides of her cheeks. There wasn’t a place in her mouth or throat he didn’t touch, didn’t explore as he rocked back and forth, stroked long and deep.
He loosened his grip at the base of his dick and reached gently for her fingers, twining them with his. Then he took her hand and positioned it where his had been, signaling his desire for her to work the base.
She gripped his cock, but his hand didn’t leave hers. It worked with hers, back and forth. He squeezed when he wanted more pressure and let off when he wanted less.
It was hot. She loved that he guided her, that he showed her how he wanted it and that his fingers lay over hers. She liked that connection. It made it more personal.
His fingers gathered the strands of hair and then danced across her scalp in a gentle,
Instead of moving over toward Tate, he patted the space between them, which meant she had to step over his long-assed legs to get to her seat.
She settled in and began to eat, although eating when naked—definitely a new experience.
Brody leaned over and whispered, “Don’t worry about spilling. I’ll be more than happy to lick it off you later.”
Ah hell. Images of him doing just that exploded in her brain. Her hands shook as she put her hamburger down on the plate that rested on the coffee table. Deciding to get back at him just a little, she turned and cocked her head and murmured in a low voice, “Mmmm, sort of like I’ll be licking your cock in a little while.”
His eyes narrowed and he swallowed. She let her gaze drift downward to where the bulge in his jeans had just gotten quite a bit more noticeable. Then she smiled and went back to her burger.
Chase chuckled from his chair, and she looked over at him to see his eyes full of amusement. Strangely he hadn’t asked for any sexual favors, but then he didn’t have to. And maybe watching Tate and Brody’s “reward” would be reward in of itself.
She finished half of the burger and then licked each and every one of her fingers, letting her tongue linger over the tips.
Seeing that the others were finished, she stood and began to collect the plates and the empty cans. With a saucy smile, she disappeared into the kitchen and immediately began to wonder just how soon they planned on collecting.
She delayed as long as she could. Part of her couldn’t wait to go back in. The other part was a little apprehensive. In the end, giddy won out over apprehensive and she walked back into the living room only to see Brody standing in the middle of the room, his hands at his fly.
He smiled when she stopped in the doorway, and then he crooked his finger in a come-hither motion. A little dazed, she complied. When she was directly in front of him, he put a hand on her shoulder. Then he pushed until she went down on her knees in front of him.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
He unzipped his fly and shoved his jeans down just far enough that his cock came free. Not waiting for her to take the initiative, he threaded his hand through her hair, gripped the back of her head, and guided her toward his fisted cock.
The broad head pushed past her lips and onto her tongue. She reached for his legs, something to hold on to as she leaned forward to take him deeper.
His breath came out in an audible hiss when she took him to the back of her throat.
“Yes, baby, just like that. God, I love your mouth. It’s so hot and sweet.”
His words spurred her excitement. She wanted to please him, wanted him to gain the ultimate satisfaction from the act.
She slid one hand from his thigh to delve into his jeans, pulling them lower so she could cup his balls. The crisp hair rasped over her knuckles. She gripped his sac, rolling it as she sucked back and forth over his cock.
He was long and thick and stabbed into her mouth, gliding roughly over her tongue, touching the roof of her mouth and the sides of her cheeks. There wasn’t a place in her mouth or throat he didn’t touch, didn’t explore as he rocked back and forth, stroked long and deep.
He loosened his grip at the base of his dick and reached gently for her fingers, twining them with his. Then he took her hand and positioned it where his had been, signaling his desire for her to work the base.
She gripped his cock, but his hand didn’t leave hers. It worked with hers, back and forth. He squeezed when he wanted more pressure and let off when he wanted less.
It was hot. She loved that he guided her, that he showed her how he wanted it and that his fingers lay over hers. She liked that connection. It made it more personal.
His fingers gathered the strands of hair and then danced across her scalp in a gentle,
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