Page 26 of Swallow Your Fear
I’d never even dreamed of sharing a woman with my best friend, but the way I enjoyed Brynne being full of the two of us made me fucking feral.
Keeping her head steady, I slid down her throat, eliciting a gag. My other hand moved, plugging her nose as I stayed seated in her mouth, her tongue twitching so fucking hard against my length. I nearly fucking exploded as her throat tightened, and then I pulled out, letting her breathe.
She panted, saliva falling to the dirt at my boots, as Austin gripped her ass.
“You want to come with my cock in your mouth, Darlin’?”
She swallowed, nodding. “Yes, please.”
Her plea made my cock throb.
“So needy, little slut.” I slid my cock back past her swollen lips again as Austin pumped her harder, faster. Her drenched center was perfectly audible as he continued, his palm meeting the pink skin of her ass again with a crack.
I fucked her mouth just as hard, her saliva soaking her chin and neck while I did all the work.
Austin picked up speed, gripping her cheek so hard, his fingers dug into her skin. Then, her toes were lifting her ass higher, and she was moaning around my cock. As she came, I hit the back of her throat again, spilling myself inside her mouth.
There was nothing to compare to how good it felt. My release sliding down her throat as she orgasmed around Austin’s fingers, her perfect, cherry red ass perked high in the air as he kept pumpingher.
Finally, her body relaxed the slightest bit, and he slowed his pace, sliding his fingers out of her carefully. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, situating myself back in my pants as she breathed rapidly, trying to get herself under control.
The fire crackled beside us, the flame dying out as we all came down from whatever high overtook us. She went to push herself off his lap, and my gaze shot to Austin’s hands helping her. Out of everything, that made me fucking jealous. Not him fingering her, not him wringing an orgasm out of her, but himhelpingher.
I moved without thinking, scooping her up into my arms. She let out a little shriek as I cradled her, pulling her to my chest. I didn’t give a damn that her skirt dangled freely, exposing her sensitive ass. We’d all just seen her fucking come.
Without a word, I stomped away from the burn pile toward the house. With one hand, I unlatched the gate, then closed it behind us.
I had no fucking idea what I was doing, but whatever it was, I was doing it.
Chapter 12
Brynne
Ididn’t ask questions as Booker carried me up the steps to the porch, then shoved his way inside the house. My body was still reeling from the orgasm they’d rung from me, and I was silently thankful for not having to walk on my own. I hadn’t meant for my sitting on Austin’s lap to turn into what it did. I’d only meant to make Booker a little jealous. Make him regret walking away from me all those times. From the way he held me now, it seemed to do the job, but not in the way I intended.
I wouldn’t complain about the two of them having their way with me, though. I’d never experienced an orgasm so powerful. But I was quickly coming to find that Booker made my body feel things it never had before. I wasn’t sure if the intensity of my orgasm came from the two of them or just Booker alone. He’d looked so…possessive. Like he wanted to lay claim to me.
And I wanted to let him.
He carried me up the wide staircase, but instead ofturning down the hall in the direction of my room, he went the opposite way.
“Where are you taking me?”
His grip on me softened the slightest bit, like he didn’t want me scared of what he was doing. After the experience by the fire, I was glad for it. My body was exhausted.
He brought us into a massive room, a king-sized bed directly in the center with posts on all four sides. Rather than respond, he laid me on the comforter, then crossed the open space to the attached bathroom, disappearing inside.
The sound of spraying water filled the silence, and I sat up, staring at the open doorway. He walked by the opening twice, once carrying a towel, and the second time two bottles. Then, he reappeared, crossing to the dresser.
He rifled through it like it was his own, and then it hit me. I was in his room.
Finding whatever he was looking for, he tossed two articles of clothing on the bed, then faced me. “Shower’s warming up. There’s a towel, some shampoo and conditioner, and body wash is in the shower. You can wear these when you’re done.”
I eyed the clothes. They looked to be a black shirt and gray sweatpants.
“I have clothes in my room.”
He simply stared at me. “And I’m telling you you’ll wear these when you’re cleaned up.”
