Page 15 of Just Breathe

“You’re lucky I like your cock,” she moaned as she pushed my sweats down to let my dick out. Before she could touch me, I got off the bed and slowly took my sweats off while she looked at me with hunger in her eyes. I pulled my cock out, stroking myself for a minute before I got on the bed, and then I let her stroke me while I continued to play with her tits. She turned her head to take the tip of my cock in her mouth.

“Fuck,” I moaned as she sucked me in deeper. I involuntarily pushed my pelvis further into her mouth, making her moan, and I could feel the vibrations in my balls. I grabbed her wrist and held on while I fucked her mouth with slow thrusts. I release her hand, letting her use it on my cock when she had gotten it juicy enough, so she could work me with her mouth and hand with ease. She pulled her mouth away to lie back and moan. She continued to pump me while she got lost in the sensation of being fucked and stretched by Cal’s cock. Her grip on me got tighter the closer she got to orgasm, and I reached down to softly rub her clit.

“Harder,” she moaned. Not being specific to whom she was talking to, and I decided not to give her what she wanted. I wanted her to beg for it, writhe for it, and cry for it. “Please,” she whined, taking my cock in her mouth again. For a split second, I wondered what Jane would look like in Candy’s position. I moaned at the thought of seeing her tits bouncing while she took me in her mouth and Cal fucked her.

I noticed Cal slowing his pace when I stopped rubbing her clit. He put one of her legs on his shoulders and twisted her to face me even more. She whined again, as she felt the loss of another orgasm. Cupping the back of her head, I made slow, shallow thrusts enough to get a rhythm going. She looked at me, pleading with me to give her the orgasm we’ve been denying her. I smirked at her and then looked at Callum to see if he was ready to let go. He picked up his pace, chasing his orgasm. I slid my hand down her stomach and rubbed her clit with more pressure, thinking again about Jane in Candy’s position.

“Yes,” Candy whispered before she went back to sucking my dick, moaning more frequently when Callum hit that sweet spot for her, and she got closer to coming. I started to thrust more forcefully the closer I got to my release. She played with my balls, massaging closer to my taint. I groaned at the sensations, making sure I didn’t lose my rhythm on her clit. I felt that familiar tingle when I slapped her clit and we both came at the same time.

She moaned low, swallowing everything I was giving her, and I continued to rub her clit, making her orgasm last just a little longer. Callum growled as he must have felt her muscles contracting around him. He picked up his pace and came with a groan. I leaned back against my feet, catching my breath while I looked at the dreamy look on Candy’s face.

“Thanks guys, I needed that.” I kissed Candy on the cheek while her eyes were still closed. She hummed like responding was too much for her as I pulled my sweats back up, nodding at Cal before I made my way out back to my bedroom. I washed up and brushed my teeth, then made my way to my bed. I took a deep breath, grateful for the post-coital feeling of calm, of being physically spent. Before I closed my eyes, I heard a knock at the door.

“Yeah?” I leaned up on my elbow to turn on the light on the nightstand.

The door opened and Callum leaned against the door frame, with both of his arms across his chest. “Did you think of her while we fucked Candy?” I didn’t have to ask who he was talking about.

“Did you?” More curious to hear his answer.

He took a slow breath, biding his time before answering. “I couldn’t fucking stop.” He ran his hand through his hair, frustrated with his answer.

“Me too, and I don’t know whether I should feel guilty for it or just roll with it. She’s so fucking beautiful and very different from what we are used to.” I sat up.

“She’s beautifully broken, though.” He looked lost in thought, probably thinking of his own hang-ups. “I think Aiden likes her, too.”

“I think we all like her.” I chuckled. “It wouldn’t be smart to start something with a woman who was traditionally married to a man about to have a baby and her white picket fence.”

He sighed like he knew I was right. “Trauma changes a person.” Like that was enough of a reason for us to pursue her. We functioned as a unit, but we’ve never found a woman whom we all liked and wanted to share for more than a few months. It would make things easier for us, but it’s never worked. I don’t know if that would even work for us in the long run.

“Not always for the better, for all we know she might swear off of men, become celibate or find out she’s a lesbian,” I stated.

He laughed at me, which surprised me. “Not with the way she kept checking us out. I wouldn’t be surprised if her panties were soaking by the end of the day. She looks like a starved woman, and she was ready for a man sandwich.”

I smirked because he was always the worst with jokes. “She looked like a starved woman and the way she hugged Aiden, I think it’s probably safe to say she isn’t a lesbian.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who's been thinking of her and what she’d looked like moaning underneath me.” The visual gave me a semi.

“I’m sure Aiden jerked off to her when he showered.” I laughed.

“And before he went to sleep.” He smirked. “Alright, I’m off to bed. Might rub one out too now.” He closed the door softly as I turned the lamp off.

I laid back down, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, still wondering if Jane was going to be trouble. I fell asleep and dreamt of multiple sex scenarios with her.

* * *

“How was Candy?” Aiden poured himself some coffee the following morning and took a sip.

“Perky as ever and still knows how to use that mouth.” I smirked, drinking my coffee.

“She made a comment about staying the night,” Callum grumbled, walking into the kitchen. I was surprised to hear this because he hadn’t mentioned it last night.

“She knows the drill. We’ve been doing it long enough. She should know better.” Aiden poured Callum a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, but it always happens, you know that,” I said, finishing my coffee. “Women can’t separate their feelings and you know they think we will change our minds or they will change us.”

Aiden laughed. “I can’t even get you guys to agree on somewhere to eat without it being a long-drawn-out process.”

“Callum is too fucking picky.” I smiled, knowing it was me who usually made things hard.

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