Page 77 of Why Cheese?
His touch weaves up my calves like the kiss of water until his hands clamp to my thighs. Gentle Brie pulls until my ass slides off the table. I don’t have a chance to fear falling as Cheddy grabs my arms from behind to pin them back. Two hands cup under my ass. I can only spot a hint of Brie’s blond hair twisted up like an ice cream cone between my parted thighs.
Warm, naked skin rides up my legs. I shiver, realizing my calves then thighs slide to rest on Brie’s tight hips. He lets go of one of my buttocks. Just as I tip to the side, Cheddy lunges forward and kisses me. He’s having fun nipping up my jaw and biting my lip with little giggles after every playful bite. I try to give chase, almost catching the underside of his chin.
“Oh god!” I cry out. Brie circles his hot cock around my throbbing pussy lips.
“Do you like that?” Brie asks, gliding his cock up and down so his crown keeps thumping into my clit.
“Mmm-hmmm.” I try to form words, but my brain is shorting out. All it wants is to leap onto that dick now! “Con…” I whimper, fighting with everything I can to not thrust down on that pulsing, hard heat sweeping through me. “Con…”
Cheddy reaches under the apron and pinches my nipples. I yelp at the intensity and shriek, “Condoms!”
It’s Cam who brushes a finger against my cheek, drawing my barely blinded eyes to him. “Do not fret. We are all sheathed in lambskin. Chedward? Where is yours?”
“Here.” He holds out one of the silver packets. “I want Violette to put it on me. Is that okay?”
“Yep,” I squeak. I’ll cover him in whipped cream and butter if it means I can grind someone’s cheese.
Cheddy smiles and bends over to kiss me. I part my lips and Brie thrusts inside. My kiss turns into a gasping moan. For as hot as I burn, my body strains at the fast pressure tearing through me. Brie digs his fingers into my hips, pulling me to him as he thrusts. The long apron bunches and pools just above his cock that starts to pulse through the entire length of me. Whimpering, I realize I’m at his mercy.
“Shall I take you harder? Faster?” Brie asks.
Can I handle any of that?“Um…” slips free and I wince at failing to be the easy-going sex kitten men want.
“We have all night, my man,” Cheddy says.
“An hour.”
Brie freezes at the two words from Roq. Fuck. I nearly forgot he was even here. He hasn’t said a single word to stop us. Is he angry? Stewing? Or enjoying the show? Glancing over his shoulder, Brie stares at the silent man staring at the milk, then he catches Cheddy’s eye.
Does this mean it’s over?
I try to sit up, but Cheddy rams my wrists into the table. I gasp, arching my back. Brie’s cock catches me. His thrusting ramps like Roq isn’t even there. Yes!
All it takes is a nod from Brie for Cheddy to yelp with glee and release my hands. I reach for Brie, but I’m only able to glance over his wrists and those fine, artistic fingers pulsing into my hips to match his thrusts. “What if I painted this?” Brie cries out. “You, on your back, breasts spilling to the side, hair pooling on the table. Red finger marks flush on your delicate wrists?”
I didn’t even notice how hard Cheddy gripped me. My body’s too ecstatic to care.
“Time?” Cheddy says out of nowhere.
“Just…one more…” Brie gives another thrust, his hips spreading my thighs as wide as possible. Panting, he bends down and bestows the sweetest kiss on my lips. Sweat beads on his brow and he smiles at me. “All right.”
Brie pulls out and four hands grab me. In a flash, I’m flipped up onto my elbows. Brie’s quick to cup his palms over my thighs, gliding my legs around his thighs. As I get my balance on my arms, I raise my head right into Cheddy’s bare, pulsing cock waggling in the air. At this angle, it looks bigger than his head.
“Hi, beaut,” he says and tumbles his fingers through my hair, scattering my ponytail. I gasp at his scorching touch trailing down my cheek. He pauses with the tip of his finger beside my lips. Some other woman possessed by the spirit of a succubus commands me to wrap my tongue around his finger and suck it into my mouth.
Cheddy’s ecstatic moans are answered by Brie’s whimper. Gripping my ass, he thrusts into me at a whole new angle. “Take me, this is tighter than before.”
Warm arousal dribbles down my thighs. My thighs burn, the flames darting up my chest. Brie’s rhythmic pounding slams me along the table. All the while, I keep teasing Cheddy’s finger as he gazes down at me like it’s his cock.
“How. About. This?” Brie asks.
“Mmm-ff-mm,” I mumble around Cheddy’s finger. He pulls it out with a loud pop. “Yes. That! Keep doing that!”
“Why don’t I…?” Cheddy undoes the knot on the apron. The heavy canvas tumbles off my lower half. Brie’s quick to cup a hand to my exposed belly. As Cheddy pulls the halter over my head, Brie slips his fingers down between my pleading vulva to trace over all of my throbbing lips.
Silver glints in my eyes. Cheddy places the condom into my hand. “Would you do the honors?” he asks, then cups his cock at the base and waggles it back and forth.
I try to tear the foil open while balanced on my elbows, only for my chest to collapse to the table. The angle of Brie’s thrusts shifts, and his finger slips right to my clit.
