Page 36 of The Hat Trick

“She listened; she wants to be such a good girl for us. Don’t you?” He moves to my other nipple, mimicking his teasing movements.

“You want to be our good girl, beautiful?” Brent runs his hand along the waistline of his sweatpants, and I lick my lips, wanting him to drop them sooner rather than later.

“Yes,” I gasp out as Vince’s finger presses inside me, while the heel of his hand gives me the perfect pressure.

Brent hums, pulling down his pants, slightly. “Show us what a good girl you can be and come all over Dumont’s hand.”

Suddenly, Vince pushes another finger alongside the first, and I arch back, pressing against his body completely while he works me with his hand. Sliding his long, thick fingers in and out while pressing his hand against my clit. His other hand grabbing and groping my breasts. I grab ahold of his forearm, needing to hold onto something.

In front of me, Brent is still moving his fingers along his waistband, but not pushing it down yet.

“Please,Brent,” I beg.

“Please what? What do you want?” He pushes the waistband a little further, revealing more of that perfect V shape on his hips. The lean abs on his stomach are so tempting to run my tongue along.

“I want to touch you,” I moan loudly as Vince’s fingers curl, hitting the spot inside me that has me barreling toward release.

“What exactly do you want to touch?”

He pushes the fabric down even lower, I can see the top of his dick, and I need him to free himself completely. I feel myself become closer to my orgasm while Vince works his magic fingers, and I need to see him, feel him, taste him. Anything.

“Your cock,” I cry, just as Vince bites down on where my neck meets my shoulder.

As Vince works me harder, forcing my body to feel everything he’s giving me and building me toward a release so powerful I swear I might pass out when it finally hits me. Brent pushes his sweatpants and underwear down in one go,finallygiving me a view of what I’ve been imagining since that night in the hotel room.

And it’s better than I thought it would be. He’s incredibly hard, thick, long, and there’s something that catches my eye, something I never expected to see. On the underside of his glorious dick is a single barbell right below the head.

He works his hand over himself, once, twice, and when I finally move my eyes up to his face, he’s smirking like my thoughts were written all over my face, but before I get the chance to see or say anything else I’m thrown off the cliff of release. I scream as the orgasm takes over my whole body. Vince continues to work me through it, and through my blurry vision I see Brent continue to work himself slowly.

Once I finally come down, I need to feel them. Both of them, I don’t care how, I don’t care about anything other than touching them.

Brent nods his head toward Vince. “Scoot her back.”

I furrow my brow, confused by the command, but I’m hauled back against Vince while he moves up closer to the headboard. Brent climbs onto the bed in front of me, kneeling. Naked.

“You want to fuck her in your jersey, Dumont?” he asks, stretching his legs out in front of him, and I can’t help but focus on the space between them where I want to be.

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

“And you want us both, beautiful?” Brent looks at me thoughtfully.

I nod without hesitation.

“Then come over here,” he leans, back on his elbows, and I waste no time crawling the short distance to him, staying on all fours while I wait for what he will tell me to do next.

I feel Vince shuffle around, and then he’s right behind me again, though I can feel his skin on mine, so the moving around must have been him removing his clothes.

“Condom?” I hear him ask.

I don’t exactly know what it is that makes me say what I do next, but the words are coming out before I’m able to stop them.

“You don’t have to, I’m on birth control and clean.”

Brent’s eyes meet mine. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

Vince’s lips move across my cheek, into my hair. “You’re really okay with it?”

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