Page 125 of Borrowing My Bestie's Brothers

I’d never get the taste of Jamie out of my head. That first lick was salty and sweet, my hands wrapping around her as I went back for more. I didn’t need to grip her so tightly, though. As I caressed her clit, she moved, grinding her cunt into my face. That, just like that, this was how I loved her. Hungry, needy, taking what she wanted, her hand pushing me deeper, so I closed my lips around her clit and sucked.

“Hunter…”

Her cry was like the seagulls in the evening, her sighs like the sea. She was as wild as the sea and as all consuming. I needed her, needed her pleasure, needed to hear her, feel her whole body stiffen. Part of me wanted to claim this victory, that I was the one dragging her up to the crest of this wave of pleasure, but there was a reason it had taken us so long to get here. We could only do this together.

“That’s it, baby,” Brock growled, the wet schick of his fingers pulsing inside her growing faster and faster. “Come on my fingers.” His arm locked around her neck, pinning her to his chest as Hayden and I worked. Tugging, caressing, dragging her further along, until the suction we created between us was too hard to resist.

“Uhh…!”

An inarticulate sound of both ecstasy and heartbreak rocked through her, right before she lost control. Salty sweetness flooded my mouth and I licked faster and faster to catch it all until she pulled away with a shudder.

That’s when she realised her mistake.

She was beautiful, the artificial glare of the light fitting on the roof making clear how destroyed she was, and while I think she would’ve been glad to collapse down onto the bed, that wasn’t going to happen. She was silly enough to tangle with three hungry boys who were looking at her the same way a dog might a juicy bone. Each one of us took in her look of sweaty bliss with a kind of pride that required a repeat performance. And because Jamie was perfect for us, that’s what she demanded.

“More…?”

Each one of us shuffled forward, never more desperate than now to obey her every command. Of course, that’s when Brock’s birth order bullshit shouldered forward.

“How are we going to do this?” That sounded like a question, but it was more him articulating his thoughts, because he turned to Jamie. “How do you want this? I’ve got condoms?—”

“No.”

She was definite about that, her gaze, coming from between half closed eyes, took him in without wavering for a second.

“We haven’t been tested.”

“Then we’ll be facing a sexual health clinic together,” she replied. “I need you bare, Brock.”

He might’ve had a hope of holding back if she didn’t spread her thighs, but one look at all the slick pinkness and he was lost. I knew the feeling, my body moving closer even as she pulled him down. Jamie rose like a Valkyrie, pinning him to the bed and then rising up, ready to slam herself down on his hard cock, but my hands slapped down on her hips.

“Slowly.”

I don’t know why I said that. If she wanted to ride my brother until he popped way too soon, then it meant I moved up the ladder to take my turn faster. Perhaps it was this. Loving someone meant that their needs, their pleasure, became more important than your own, and that’s why I settled in behind her.

“Slower.”

Brock nodded, understanding on some level what I meant.

She fought us, just wanting to impale herself on him, but we wouldn’t allow her that freedom. Instead, she was forced to move in long, slow, rocking movements.

“You feel that.” Her eyes opened, meeting mine for a second and her gaze wasn’t entirely friendly. “You feel him pushing inside you.” My hand slid down, caressing the slight curve of her stomach, then pushing lower. I spread her wider, rubbing my fingers on either side of her clit. “Jamie?” I stopped caressing her until she was forced to answer.

“Yes.”

“Look at him. Look at the man that loves you.”

Her eyes met Brock’s now, and he looked like he was just waiting for that moment.

“Feel me inside you.” His hips flexed and she gasped as he pushed her to her limits. “Feel me as deep as I can go, knowing I want to go deeper.” He began to really move, her body forced to move along with him, swaying in time with his strokes. “Because I’ll never get enough of this.”

Big brother was never content to let anyone else lead for long, so he picked her up and laid her down on the bed, not disconnecting for a second. Hayden watched this, wide eyed and wanting to be in his place, I was willing to bet. But now he’d have his chance.

“Just you, baby. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Tell me you want me too.”

His voice was hoarse, desperate, and her hands rose in response, stroking his face, his chest, unable to stop moving.

“Always.” Did he know how hard it was for her to say that? I liked to think on some level he did. “Always, Brock, I need?—”

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