Page 107 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

It was that little giggle, then a cute snort that seemed to come after every real, spontaneous reaction, that had me looking across at Garrett. The man was exhausted, anyone could see that, and yet we both moved as one. I felt the moment when her breath caught in her chest, her whole body stiffening as I pressed a kiss to her throat. Gar did the same, and that turned her giggles into something else.

A gentle sigh, one that was barely detectable over Bronson’s snores, but it was music to my ears. It gave me the go ahead to slide my hand up her hip, over her stomach, and then higher up.

“Is this you trying to reclaim the remote?”

She meant that as a joke, but the effect was ruined by her voice turning breathy.

“That’s not what I want my hands on,” I mumbled into her throat, feeling her heart rate begin to pick up.

“Rhys—”

“Watch your movie,” Garrett ordered. “Eyes on the screen, Katie, or all of this stops.”

The hell it would. I shot him a dark look, but he just grinned, flicking his eyes up, and that’s when I saw the possibilities. Katie was being a good little girl, staring fixedly at the screen now. Oh, right. It meant we could do our very best to distract her, like when my lips grazed the perfect shell of her ear, then my teeth across the lobe. Another little gasp. Made me want to spend my time getting to know that ear really well, finding out all her erogenous zones, but no one ever accused me of being patient. My hand slid down, flicking open the first button of her blouse, something I’d been dying to do since the moment she came around. Katie broke the rules for a second, her eyes rolling sideways, even if she didn’t move her head, only for her hand to snake out and make contact with my shorts.

I wanted it to creep up, to ease the elastic down and my cock out, but we were playing a game. I never did anything without wanting to come out on top, so I grabbed her hand, kissed the knuckles, and then placed it back on the couch.

“Focus.”

On us, on the way I eased her shirt off her shoulder to kiss the curve of it. On the way my fingers spidered down, down, closer to my goal. Hard not to get distracted though, by the way her skin prickled in response to my touch.

Were her breasts swelling, growing heavy? Were her nipples all hard under her bra, begging for my fingers, my mouth? Time to find out. I looked across at Garrett and saw he had the same idea. We unbuttoned the blouse, then eased it back far enough to trap her arms and leave her bare but for her bra. I let out an involuntary groan.

Katie had fucking amazing tits. I didn’t like to slice and dice a woman into parts, but damn, I was only fucking human. Big enough to fill my hands, their softness inspired something primal in me. I wanted to set her on her hands and knees and drive myself into her over and over, as I gripped them tightly. I wanted to bury my face in them, lick and suck until she was squirming. I wanted?—

“Uh uh.” Garrett said, shaking his head. “Eyes on the screen.”

Katie was obviously of the same mind, reaching behind to undo her bra clasp. My hand moved to take over. The beige cotton sagged away from her body, and Garrett and I worked fast to pull it free, then set Katie back on the couch. Now the really good stuff could start. My mouth on hers in time to suck down her moan as my hand covered her breast.

“Fuck, I’ll never get used to this…” Garrett hissed, and a sharp little gasp from Katie let me know what he was doing to her.

The same as I was.

Drowning in the softness of her mouth as my fingers traced the circle of her nipple, then when it was beaded tight, rolling that hard point between my fingers, only to pull away and see her eyes had fallen closed.

“You’re supposed to be watching the movie.”

“Looks like we need to stop.”

Garrett’s tone was cool, clipped, forcing my head up and Katie’s eyes open.

“Are you serious…?” she asked.

No, that’s what I wanted to say, but fuck me if the guy couldn’t be a hard head sometimes. Fucking bulls, they dug their heels in on the dumbest shit, and right now it appeared this was the hill Garrett wanted to die on.

“I want you to fight it,” he said, his voice a low purr, competing with Heath Ledger’s right now. “The need to focus on us, on what we’re doing. I want you to try to focus on the movie, right up until the point you can’t.” She dared to meet his eyes then, and they seemed a whole lot wider now. “Then when you fail, we’ll fuck you so hard you forget there was even a movie on.”

I watched her jaw flex, wondering what the hell she thought about this. Was this the moment that Garrett would push her too damn hard? I wasn’t sure, right up until the moment she pointedly stared at the TV screen. That way she missed Garrett’s immediate grin. He flashed it at me, making clear what this meant.

Time to drive our girl to distraction.

My fingers gripped the breast closest to me and Garrett did the same, both of us moving at once. Katie let out a low hiss, but kept her eyes fixed on the screen. It was anticipation of a sensation I don’t think she’d ever felt before as the two of us moved to tease each nipple at the same time.

“Oh…”

That little moan nearly undid me. I was lying on my stomach, sprawled across the couch and could feel my cock rubbing against the silky polyester of my gym shorts as I sucked hard. It felt like the rub of her nipple against my tongue, both of us swelling with arousal until the point of exquisite pain. I pulled away, staring down at that now scarlet point, only for her hand to move and push me right back where I was.

Fuck yes.

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