Page 113 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
Her back arches and she gasps.
Christopher lifts his head. “Your turn,” he tells Evan, turning her face toward his boyfriend.
Evan leans to kiss her, and her fingers thread into his hair, holding him close.
He continues to tease her nipple on one side, and Christopher leans over, licking, then sucking the other one.
His hand is still between her legs, his finger sliding from her clit into her pussy. He makes a satisfied noise. “Oh yes, she’s ready for you, Tucker.”
I shed the rest of my clothes, then hit my knees. I reach up and scoop my hands under her ass, dragging her to the end of the bed. I lean in and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her arousal.
“Fuck Finley,” I say on an exhale. “You’re amazing.”
“Tucker,” she whimpers.
I lick my way up the inside of her thigh, nipping at the area where her thigh creases into her pelvis.
Christopher removes his finger, lifting his hand to his mouth to lick off her sweetness.
I move my hands forward using my thumbs to spread her open, then lean in and give her a long lick, gathering up all the moisture Christopher helped gather.
She cries out, and I’m not sure if it’s from that or something one of the other men is doing.
And I don’t care.
This is surprisingly good with me. It’s all about Finley. Whatever makes her sound like that and more.
I lick again, then circle her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“Tucker!” she exclaims.
I love that she will cry out my name, even with the other men here, but it feels much less like a competition than I expected.
A moment later, she cries out Evan’s name, but I’m not going to look up and see what he’s doing to her. It doesn’t matter as long as she’s feeling good.
I concentrate on giving her this first orgasm. Because I need to be buried inside her—deep and soon.
I lick, suck, and fuck her with my tongue before replacing my tongue with my fingers after she’s arching and bucking against my face.
“Come for him, Finley. Let him taste you. Give him all that sweetness,” Christopher coaches.
Then she gasps and comes. Again, I don’t know if it’s completely just what I’m doing or if the other man helped out, but I don’t care. It is the most beautiful sound and sight and taste I’ve ever experienced.
I lift my head and kiss up her stomach, raising my eyes to her face.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous like this.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her.
I’m even surprised that talking to her like this isn’t awkward with other people in the room.
“Yes,” she says simply.
I rise, stroking my cock. “Bedside table,” I tell Evan.
He understands what I mean without further instruction. He reaches into the drawer and pulls out the condoms. He tears one off and tosses it to me. I roll it on, and a moment later I’m dragging the head of my cock through her folds.
“Because I’m such a nice guy, I’m going to stay standing,” I tell her. “That gives all of us a really nice view of your gorgeous body as you get fucked.”
