Page 31 of Meant for Them
“Ready!” Jake yells from down the hall.
I don't bother taking her clothes with us, she’s so much better without. While we walk, she's tearing off my shirt, trying to get to my skin so she can mark it up.
I walk into the den to see the desk shoved haphazardly against the wall and a few mattresses thrown down, leaving plenty of room for us to roll around. Since her mouth is currently attached to me, my brothers guide me down to the mattress so I don't trip and fall and maim us both.
It's surreal to be sitting here with my mate when we had given up hope of ever finding one. Not to be dramatic, but we thought the loophole was strong, and that we would pretty much be alone forever. Could not be happier to be so wrong.
“Damn, Morgan. They're even better with nothing covering them. Can we touch you?”
Morgan pulls her mouth away from my neck to nod at Jake, who looks ready to come out of his damn skin at the sight of her flushed and topless, and then she holds a hand out to Troy, somewhat shyly.
Of course, Troy is the best of us and won’t even respond to her until he says his piece. “We don't expect you to entertain all three of us, love. I'm sure having three mates is not something you ever spent time thinking about. It's not super common, so we’ll take this at whatever pace you want. Do what you want, with who you want. None of us are going to feel bad or left out.”
“Yes, what he said. Our hands work quite well you know, you’re not responsible for us. Honestly just seeing you so worked up like this is doing wonders for me,” Jake admits, still hanging back.
I can't say I particularly enjoy the idea of having sex while my brothers are in the same room, seeing them get turned on as well, but it's worth it to see Morgan's eyes completely glazed over.
“I've always been really good at sharing,” she says as she rolls off of me to attack Troy and swat down all of our protests at once. Emphatically.
Troy has no idea what to do with her, and it's actually kind of amusing. Since he's the youngest, he's also the most innocent of us all. Not that we've had much opportunity to be anything but innocent, none of us were all that motivated to hook up with a stranger in the tiny town that's nearest us. Since we wanted to continue doing business down there, we've just gotten really good at getting ourselves off. Behind closed doors though, so this is new.
“Oh my gods, you're so soft. How are you this soft?” Troy's hands are flying all over Morgan's body, feeling every inch of her that he can. She's basically full on attacking him, roughing up his neck and rubbing herself all over him as her breasts get smashed against his chest.
“No,” she says to his shirt as she starts trying to rip it off of him. He sits up to assist her, then she glares at his pants and with a loud gulp, he takes those off as well.
She gasps when she discovers he's not wearing any underwear.
“Less laundry?” Troy questions, like he’s asking permission for that to be the reason he’s going commando.
Well, she's losing her mind. Her eyes are flying between all three of us now, taking in our various aroused states as we try and not be awkward about just sitting here watching them make out.
“What do you want first, Morgan? How far do you want to go?” Oh my gods, I thoughtIwas nervous, but Troy is actually shaking a little. His whole upper body keeps twitching, and I have a feeling he’s thirty seconds away from coming just because she's sitting near him with no top on.
“I had a lot of bravado outside,” she admits, “but I'm feeling pretty torn right now. I don't know what to do first. And... I'm totally pulling us out of the moment. I need to be knotted. Like, yesterday.”
I groan at just the thought of my knot swelling inside of her, locking us together. I might as well help her out. “Seems to me you're in a pretty good position to take Troy. Do you like being on top? Or do you want him to take over for you?”
Her mouth opens and closes a few times, and her spine straightens as she raises her hips, stands to remove her shorts completely, gets right back into position, and sinks down as far as she can on Troy. She has to bounce a few times to fit him all the way in, to ease the way, but Troy's eyes roll in the back of his head as my eyes are affixed to her breasts, bouncing with her.
“This might be embarrassingly short,” he bites out. “This is so much better than my hand. Fuck my hand, it's never touching this thing again. Only her.”
I would laugh, but I literally have to turn my back to them because I'm getting too excited myself. I can only manage half-full breaths, and I even consider plugging my ears to calm myself down, but I kind of want the sounds she's making to haunt my dreams later.
When I'm calm enough to turn back around and be a creepy voyeur again, Troy has her on her back and is pounding into her, and I make sure I'm in the front of them so I don't have to watch his ass. Now that she's on the ground though, I can take her mouth.
I kneel down to kiss her as her screams vibrate against my mouth, and I risk trailing a finger down her stomach so I can give some external pressure to where I think her clit actually is.
It does something alright, because her eyes fly open as I press gently down, and then Jake is cussing up a storm as he finishes by himself. Troy’s practically foaming at the mouth as he knots Morgan, and I have to say I'm not sure about this whole situation. They kind of sound like they're being murdered.
I meet Jake’s eyes; he's in the corner like a wise man, sweating and covered in a whole heap of his own cum. Morgan’s really killing it here.
Considering it's going to take a bit for Troy’s knot to go down, I give in to the overwhelming need to finish, because I know there's no way this fucking erection isn’t going to come back immediately anyway.
It feels wrong to look at my brothers, so I slip outside to the bathroom, practically running to the toilet and unzipping so fast I definitely get some skin in there, but who the fuck cares when my balls are emptying at the rate they are? I'll just get my mate to kiss it better later.
I'm breathing so hard by the time my body stops that I have to hold myself up on the counter so I don't pass out. I catch my reflection in the mirror and flip myself off. “You're such a little bitch. You know that, right? You couldn't have done that inside the hot woman across the hall who was practically begging you for your dick earlier? Pathetic. You don't deserve to have sex with her.”
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