Page 31 of Married to the Beasts
“What’s that?” Conal asks.
“I want to try …taking you in my mouth tonight. I don’t know if I’ll be able to manage much, but I want to try.”
As a group, their expressions turn tortured. My request turns them on, and I’m further emboldened. I lay a hand on both Conal’s and Bron’s legs and slide them upward, toward those mouth-watering bulges in their jeans.
They groan in perfect harmony.
HAZEL
As I caress them, those bulges grow bigger and harder. Both men assist me by opening their pants, and when their cocks are unleashed, I stroke both of them, feeling like a greedy goddess.
I grow braver still, and slide off the bed so I can approach them from a better angle. Reluctant to let go of either of them, I keep hold of Bron’s cock as I bring my mouth to Conal’s.
First, I lick him, because that’s something I know I can do. I lick the head of him, then the shaft, then around the rim of the head, and Conal gives me feedback about what he likes best by the sounds he makes.
Eventually, I wrap my lips around the tip, then take him in a little deeper, earning another groan. WhenI start to suck on him, he runs a hand through my hair, a silent “Good girl.”
If I wasn’t so enthusiastic, I might notice that my mouth feels tired from the stretch, but I keep going, and gradually take him deeper and go faster—until he moves me off of him and directs me toward his brother.
My hand is still resting on Bron’s cock, though I’m afraid I wasn’t able to focus on it while I was sucking on Conal. Now, I give Bron my full attention, and I’m rewarded with a rumbling groan so sexy I feel like I could nearly come again.
As soon as I get in a rhythm, Bron cups the back of my head in his hand, and pulls me toward him each time I bob my head. He isn’t forcing me, but I could imagine that he is. Even though my actions are all my own, it gives me the idea that he’smakingme take him, and it’s a surprising turn-on.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he tells me a minute later through gritted teeth. When I look up at him, he slides his hand around to cup my jaw, caressing. “When I warn you, pull away. Quickly.”
I’m filled with an excited anticipation that has me trying to take him deeper still. His cock seems to swell in my mouth. He groans, then says, “Now!” as his hand urges me away.
I draw back and watch, because despite witnessing this three times last night, I’m still in awe. Tonight, I’m in the line of fire, and some of his cum lands on my cheek, then my chest, and my arm.
I love knowing I’m the one who made that happen, that I made him feel so good, he couldn’t contain it. It’s fascinating to watch someone so big and strong lose control for a few seconds.
Rafe sets a stack of towels on the bed, and Bron grabs one, cleaning me off before himself.
Next to me, Conal’s still hard, and I don’t know why he had me stop. Maybe just to share? I slide my hand over his thigh, where he’s still in jeans. “Can I finish you?” When he gestures me closer, I add, “I’d like to try to swallow this time.”
His response is an anguished groan. “Fuck, Hazel, you’re going to be the death of me.”
I take him in my mouth again, and though he was already hard, he grows even bigger as I suck on him. I use my hand to stroke the length of him that I can’t fit in my mouth, and after mustering more courage, I slide my other hand lower to touch his balls.
“Go easy there,” he warns, and I pull back, thinking I went too far, but he grabs my hand and puts it back. “No, I like it. Just gentle.”
He seems to like it a lot, because as I stroke him there, his breathing shifts, and I can tell he’s getting close. He gives me a warning, just like Bron did, but he doesn’t push me away.
The way his body tenses makes it obvious he’s about to come, but I’m still not prepared when the hot liquid jets into my mouth. Without meaning to, I pull back, releasing him and leaving him to finish on his own.
He grabs his cock and pulls on it hard, a few more spurts shooting out before he’s done.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, feeling foolish.
With his clean hand, he cups my chin, making me look at him. “Hey, no worries, babe. I appreciate you trying.”
“It just surprised me,” I say. “I didn’t know what it would feel like.”
He chuckles at this, but not meanly. “I can imagine.”
After he cleans my face, Conal goes off to the bathroom, and I turn to Rafe.
“We don’t need to do anything else tonight, Hazel. This has probably been a lot for you.”
