Page 108 of Light My Fire

“Well we have a very dirty girl in our bed, boys,” Luke says. “I think we’re all going to be thinking some pretty fucking hot stuff.”

Brooke doesn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed.

I can’t believe this girl was a virgin two weeks ago.

“Well, if you really think you can take these three cocks, maybe you better get better acquainted with them,” Wyatt says,climbing up on the bed between her legs and fisting his cock. “Why don’t you use that sassy little mouth on Luke’s cock and we’ll see if you deserve it in this greedy pussy?”

I have never heard Wyatt talk like this. The times we have played around with the same girl, it’s been fun, yeah, a little raunchy, sure, but mostly just straight to business. This is next level. Brooke is bringing out a possessive dirty side to these men that either I didn’t know existed or that didn’t exist before her.

Brooke looks up at Luke. “Okay.” She reaches out and wraps her hand around Luke’s admittedly impressive cock. “But you’re going to have to tell me what to do.”

“Jesus, fuck,” Luke mutters. But he sure isn’t pulling away.

He gets on the mattress next to her on his knees. Her hand is still around his shaft and he wraps his hand around hers. “Open, Angel.”

She turns her head fully toward him and opens. He threads his fingers through her hair and then traces the head of his cock over her lips, like he’s putting lipstick on her. His breathing is ragged and his jaw looks as if it’s set in stone.

Slowly, he eases the head of his cock past her lips and over her tongue.

“That’s right. Take me in. Let me feel this pretty mouth.”

He keeps softly coaching her, only letting her take about a fourth, maybe a third, of his full length. Not only is she new to this, but Luke is a big dude. This is going to take a few lessons.

But fuck, we’re all going to enjoy teaching Brooke.

And just like that, I realize that we’re all here together, teaching her, enjoying her, pleasuring her, and no one is having a single problem.

This is going to fucking work.

“Put her hand on your cock,” Wyatt tells me, his eyes on Luke and Brooke. “Keep her hand busy.”

I don’t have to be told twice. I take the hand that’s not gripping Luke, and wrap it around my shaft. My hand over hers, I stroke up and down, the feel of her touching me like this, even with assistance, fucking amazing.

I hear Brooke moan around Luke’s length and look down to find Wyatt settled between her thighs. He’s licking her pussy slowly, leisurely, swirling his tongue around her clit, then sucking lightly. We keep all of this up for several long minutes. But Wyatt lifts his head before she comes.

“I think everybody’s pretty comfortable,” he says, wiping the back of his hand over his wet mouth.

Luke pulls out of her mouth. Brooke’s breathing hard.

“What do you want now, Brooke?” Wyatt asks.

“Someone fuck me,” she pleads. “Please.”

Luke looks at me. Wyatt looks at me.

“No way am I going to argue,” I tell them. “So be sure.”

Wyatt actually chuckles. “Come on. You heard the girl. She needs to be filled up.” He moves out of the way and I crawl between Brooke’s thighs.

“That true sweetheart?” I ask running my hands up her inner thighs, admiring the pink slickness Wyatt left for me. “Do you want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck you first?”

“Please, Jackson.Please.”

“Oh, I love you begging.” I move closer, spreading her thighs wide.

“I need you,” she says.

I look at my two best friends. The way they are watching her, stroking her hair, her stomach, her thighs, the way Wyatt links his fingers with hers, the way Luke kisses her all makes up the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.

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