Page 8 of For the Boys

“Then come here. I can share.”

Drew bounces his stare from me to Isaac, then stands from the futon and makes his way toward us.

“Come on, Isaac. I think it’s time to keep your word and do exactly what you told me you would,” I add.

He stands, too, and sways over to us. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

CHAPTER SIX

With them allaround me again, the need to feel their skin against mine grows even more. I reach out, making Vincent’s hold on my throat fall, and reach for Isaac first. I grip the zipper to his cutoffs and lower it before popping open the button. I do the same to Drew, then scoot back in the bed, giving them room to crawl on it.

“So what’s next, Red?” Isaac says, stretching his body next to mine as Vincent and Drew stay on their knees at the foot.

Words formulate in my head, dirty ones, but they don’t make it to the tip of my tongue. Instead, I stay silent and run my hand over his bicep, down to his forearm, then further until I can hook my fingers into the waist of his pants.

I try to pull them down, and unlike Vincent, Isaac doesn’t stop me. It seems he’s more willing to let me take control and do what I want with him. Only, I’m not even sure what I want to do. I know I want him–all of them–but I can’t figure out how to move from the point we’re at now to the next one. There are so many hands and moving parts, so many bodies, and I want to make sure I relish each one.

I guess maybe Isaac sees the contemplation on my face, so he reaches over and runs his thumb over my cheek. “You can’t think too much. It’ll fucking kill you. Just do what feels right.”

I nod and swallow a lump in my throat then remove my hand. Instead of doing what I had originally planned, I clasp my hand onto his shoulder and urge him to move down where Vincent and Drew are. “I want you on your knees too.”

He smiles and does as I asked, then they all remove their shirts.

All of them are on their knees, palms on their thighs, looking at me as I lay in front of them. The blinking from the small red light on the camera catches my attention behind them and suddenly I remember they’re recording and for some reason, that makes me want to put on a show. One none of us will forget.

I spread my legs again and look down at them all. Each of their eyes are glassy with hooded lids, and at the same time, they all lick their lips.

“If this is all about me like you said, Vincent, then show me.”

He exchanges a look with Isaac and Drew then lowers his upper half between my legs. “Don’t mind if I fucking do.”

The first swipe of his tongue is warm and wet and sends a shiver down my spine. For what’s felt like hours, I’ve waited for this. I’ve wanted more than teasing and heavy petting and I’m finally getting it.

He devours me, licking, sucking, and nipping at my flesh with abandon. His tongue trails from my hole, all the way back up to my clit where he vibrates it, flicking it hard and fast against the bud of nerves until my legs start to shake. Normally it takes so much more to get me going, but all fucking night, even in the living room, they already started the torturous game of teasing me.

With their touch, their words, and their stares–it’s all been a tease. A buildup to this very moment. It’s evident they know what they’re doing, and although I may not, I do know what the fuck I like and how to get myself off.

Reaching down, I lace my fingers through his hair and guide his mouth over me the way I like. I rub my pussy all over his lips and tongue, chasing a release, but he won’t let it come. He reaches up around my thighs and grips both my wrists in his palms.

“Easy, baby.”

Two words so fucking simple falling from his lips between licks that drive me up a wall. I don’t want easy or slow. I want hard and fast. I want to experience what everyone else has. I want to fuck.

Before I can protest what he says, he lifts his head slightly. “Come here, Drew.”

Drew does as he says and slides a little closer like he already knows what’s coming. He holds out his hand to Vincent’s mouth and waits. Vincent opens his mouth, welcoming Drew's fingers, then sucks sloppily for a moment. When Drew removes them, Vincent buries his head back between my legs. This time, he gives more attention to the top of my mound and my clit. He grazes his teeth against it, squeezing my wrists as he does. A mixture of pleasure and pain courses through me.

I let my knees fall apart even more and arch my back wanting more of what he’s giving me, but he moves up even more so Drew can slide his hand under his chin.

Drew pushes a single finger inside me, pumping it slowly for a moment before he picks up the pace and adds another. “How far do you think you can stretch for us, Tilly?” He asks, hooking the tips of his digits to stroke the upper inside of my pussy.

I don’t even know the answer to what he’s asking. Hell, I don’t even care. At this point they could literally split me in two and I would thank them.

“I bet Isaac could fit too. She’s so wet and relaxed,” VIncent answers instead, licking me one last time.

Isaac takes that as his cue to move in closer, just like VIncent and Drew. “Let’s find out.” He extends his hand to me as Drew continues to pump his fingers in and out of me viciously.

I open my mouth and suck three of his fingers inside. I roll my tongue around each one, coating them with my spit in between moans, then bite down on them lightly as a parting gift as he removes them.

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