Page 32 of Married to the Beasts
I quickly shake my head. “I want to get it right. I love everything the three of you do to me, and I want to learn to make you feel just as good.”
Rafe shakes his head and smiles, and to show him how serious I am, I kneel at his feet and undo his pants, pushing his hand away when he tries to help.
I free his cock, loving the way it bobs in front of my face. Taking hold of it with both hands, I run my tongue around the head and tease the underside until Rafe groans. Then I swallow him down, taking him as far into my mouth as I can. I gag a little but keep at it, and am rewarded with deep sounds rumbling up from his throat.
“Oh fuck, Hazel.” His head drops back and he starts to rock forward, thrusting gently, matching my pace.
Spurred on, I tug harder on him, the way I saw Conal handle himself, and I suck harder too, and Rafe curses again, a long, drawn-out “Fuuuuck,” before he utters, “Gonna come, fuck.”
I’m so turned on by the way he’s responding, that I’m fully in the moment, and when he comes, I keep him in my mouth, and take pulse after pulse of his hot release. It’s salty and bitter, but also a little sweet, and I swallow as much as I can, though I can’t handle it all.
When he’s done, he’s completely drained, literally and figuratively. He pulls me into his arms and then collapses into a nearby chair, me in his lap. I rest my head on his chest, and he strokes my hair as his heartbeat slows to a normal pace.
“That was incredible, Hazel,” he says finally.
“Really?” I knew he liked it, obviously, butincredibleis high praise.
“Yeah,” he says, still sounding wiped out, and I smile.
Later, in bed, Conal pulls me on top of him, so we’re lying chest to chest. Unlike our first night in the Vegas suite, the men haven’t been sleeping naked. I assume they think I’ll be more comfortable if they have clothes on.
Conal’s wearing pajama pants, and I can feel the bulge of his cock through the thin flannel.
“Our girl’s such a quick learner,” he says before giving me a long kiss.
“Maybe the three of you are just good teachers.”
He smirks but doesn’t say anything, then kisses me again. His hands roam over my backside, caressingand pulling me closer. He tugs at my hips and notches me against him, his erection pressing between my legs.
I changed into different sleepwear because the red nightie got dirty, so the underwear I have on is another layer of separation between me and Conal, but I can still feel his hardness.
When he pulls my body higher on his, I sigh. His hands cup my ass, grinding me down on him. “Use my body, babe,” he tells me. “Make yourself feel good.”
Despite all we’ve done together already, I’d probably be too embarrassed to do this in the light of day, but here in the dark, under the covers, I slide my hips over his body until I find the spot that lights me up inside.
He lets me move on my own, but uses his hands to encourage me to be much rougher than I would.
“Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?” I whisper.
He shakes his head, arches his hips toward me, then grabs my bottom lip with his teeth. “Make yourself come,” he whispers back.
Straddling him in this position, I can almost imagine what it would be like for him to fuck me. He’s so long and so thick, but the hotter I get forhim, the easier it is to believe that it’s going to feel good when he’s inside me, because right now, he feels amazing.
I’m shocked at how quickly I reach the verge of coming, even with him barely touching me. I rub my body against his faster, faster, and then the release pulses through me, wave after blissful wave.
Conal holds me tight, letting me rest on top of him, and I end up falling asleep in his arms, with his brothers on either side of us.
HAZEL
I start the next day with a smile, because the men are still in bed when I wake up. It’s possible that I might be a little noisy and move around a little too much, and I don’t regret it at all when they wake up shortly after me.
They each give me an orgasm before they even say good morning, and I happily return the favors.
“Any requests for lunch?” I ask after they’re showered and dressed.
“That’s our question for you,” Bron says. “We’re going to work for a couple of hours, and then we’re taking you out.”
“Out for lunch?”
