Page 67 of Here In Your Arms

“Your mom sounds like a piece of work,” Wes adds.

She barks out a short laugh. “Yeah, she really is.”

I take her free hand and put my other hand on her knee.

“You don’t have to share, but we both want you to know that you can always tell us, okay? We’d never judge you, and we want to support you.”

Wes nods his head in agreement. Rory looks at us in turn, smiling with what looks like tears in her eyes.

“You are both amazing, did you know that?”

“We try,” Wes says with a wink.

“You know what else is amazing? This body,” I tell her, moving my hand from her knee up her thigh.

She snaps her eyes down to my hand, watching as I inch it higher, her breath picking up as she watches. Wes takes the opportunity of her distraction to grab her chin and turn her face to him. His lips meet hers, and she moans into him. Their lips move together, and I can see their tongues dancing as they increase the intensity.

I lower my mouth to her shoulder and neck, wanting to get my lips on her wherever I can. My hand has reached the space between her legs, and I press against her heat. Her hips immediately rock against my hand and a low moan escapes my throat. She’s so fucking perfect. I want to give her everything like I do for Wes.

My eyes look over at Wes, waiting to follow his lead. In the bedroom with the two of us we often switch, but any time a woman has been involved, we automatically turn to Dom/sub roles. Watching this goofy, loving man turn dominant? It’s one of the things that turns me on to no end. I don’t mind taking the backseat for him. Wes meets my eyes and gives a small nod of his head. He grabs Rory’s neck with one hand, using his thumb and finger on her jawbone to tilt her head back.

“You want to take this to the bedroom, precious?”

She nods, her eyes looking dazed, and I can feel her pussy clench even through the fabric of her jeans. Wes leans in closer to her.

“We need your words.”

“Yes.” She sighs.

He grins like a cat who got the cream. “Kyle, love, will you please make sure our girl stays nice and wet for us while I get things set up?”

“My pleasure.”

Slowly, I drag my fingers up the seam of her jeans and flick the button open, using the size of my hand to force the zipper open. My fingers slide under her panties, and I lightly trace her slit, not dipping in but making sure she can feel it.

Rory tilts her hips, chasing my finger, and it forces her chest out, her breasts begging for my attention. I lean down and gently nip at them through her shirt. She hisses in pleasure as I alternate between the two. Increasing the pressure, I let my finger slide between her lips and the second I do, it’s like the floodgates open. Her wetness spills out of her, and my finger is soaked.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” I whisper into her ear.

She whines a little at my dirty words, but her fire is lit today. “You gonna help me with that?”

“You bet I am, sweet girl.”

I drive two fingers into her, savoring the feel of her wet heat as she sucks my fingers into her. I’ll never get over how soft she is, how responsive to my touch she is. Slowly, I pull my fingers out, making sure to drag them over her G-spot as I do. Her hips shimmy as I push back in and her jeans fall a little lower, giving me more space to pump into her.

“You’re so fuckin soft. Your pussy is sucking my fingers in. Are you feeling greedy? You got a greedy pussy tonight?”

Rory whimpers and nods her head, her eyes closed in bliss. I increase my tempo, wanting to rile her up, but not quite throw her over the edge, and her mouth drops open on a silent scream at the sudden change in pace. My dick is rock hard, aching against my zipper, dying to sink into her. I’m suddenly assaulted with a vision of me sinking into Rory while Wes takes me from behind. The three of us joined together as intimately as we can be. I almost blow my load at the idea, but manage to hold it back, instead pulling my fingers out of Rory’s pussy and holding her eyes while I suck her taste off my fingers. Her breathing hitches and I lean in close.

“Delicious.”

Before either of us can do anything else, Wes comes back in, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. He stops in the doorway and crosses his arms. Rory and I both stare at him as he surveys our position. Rory is fully reclined on the couch. I’m leaning over her, my hand no longer down her pants, but our bodies still pressed together.

“Fuck, why is he so hot when he does that Dom mode thing?” Rory whispers.

“I don’t know, but I want to lick him from top to bottom. Have I told you he only does this when we have a girl involved?”

“Have I told you I don’t want to hear about your prior conquests when we’re about to get freaky?”

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