Page 37 of The Agreement

Brook clucked. “Clothes off. If I’m going to be naked, I get to see both of you, too.” She kept getting hotter.

“Smart woman.” I nipped her earlobe with a smirk.

Her soft sigh lit me up.

“So, can I…?” Brooke’s hesitation was back.

“You won’t know unless you ask,” Deacon said.

“Can I have Adam inside me while I’m sucking on you?”

Fuck the Hell yes. “Don’t go anywhere.” I was reluctant to step away, but there were steps to be followed.

Brooke glanced over her shoulder at me. “Where am I going to go? Detroit?”

South Park reference.Hot. I slapped her lightly on the ass—really it was more of a tap—and her gasp was worth it.

Deacon and I undressed, and I rolled on a condom.

He settled on the bed near Brooke. She crawled toward him. I was captivated as she drew her tongue tentatively along the tip of his cock, and I groaned along with him when she took him in her mouth.

I knelt behind Brooke, and took the penetration so slowly it ached. But fuck it felt incredible, feeling her pussy around my shaft, slick and tight, encasing me until I was buried deep. Plus, she was making the most incredible sounds, and the way she was making Deacon’s face contort with ecstasy was pretty good too.

The series of events were captivating. I needed to go slowly; it was so tempting to thrust and bust and blow my wad. Instead, I took my time withdrawing from Brooke before plunging back in again, teasing my fingers over her skin, and then moving back to her clit.

I stroked until her sighs became moans and then stuttered cries. She pulled back from Deacon, and she was so deliciously loud when she came. She clenched around my cock as she ground back into me and let out a string of not-quiteoh, Gods.

It took the last of my restraint to keep from not bursting right then.

As her orgasm ebbed, she ducked her head and returned to sucking Deacon off with full enthusiasm. Though I couldn’t see her face, I had a perfect image of the sweetness Deacon saw when she looked at him and pleaded, “In my mouth?”

Jesus. This woman.

Deacon wrapped one fist around his cock and knotted the other in her hair and guided her head back down.

Brooke ground against me as she worked Deacon to the point his head tilted back and his grunts grew punctuated. The familiar sound of his climax, combined with Brooke’s warm, wet pussy sheathing me, was almost too much. I gripped her hips tightly, needing something to focus on besides release.

Brooke pulled away from Deacon, and he shuddered as he slid from her mouth. Her giggle was one of self-satisfaction.

I was done holding back. I slammed inside her fast and hard, my body already clenching in anticipation. Desire spilling through my veins, coiling in my gut, and tightening in my balls. I needed to feel Brooke clench around me one more time, so I sought out her clit again. It didn’t take much to draw another orgasm from her, andfuckthe sensation was delicious.

The world slowed to a vibrant, lazy technicolor when I came, dancing behind my clenched eyelids as orgasm spilled from me.

I kept thrusting until I couldn’t anymore, then leaned forward to kiss along Brooke’s back.

The three of us collapsed in a pile and lay there for a moment catching our breath. I had the presence of mind to extract myself long enough to clean up and help Brooke do the same, but then I was content to fall back under the blankets with both of them.

We should get up again soon. Get dressed. Head into the basement and finish the wiring.

But that meant letting go of Brooke and leaving behind the warmth of Deacon. That meant covering up the stunning red handprints on her ass. Fuck, I hope she thought of me every time she sat down over the next day or two.

“We should get back to work.” The reluctance in her voice matched mine.

A loud boom sounded outside, and a second later the lights blinked out. My heart hammered against my ribs at the abrupt sound. “What the fuck?”

“It’s that stupid transformer down the street.” The mattress shifted as Deacon climbed from the bed.

The only light in the room was a pale glow coming in around the curtains, making it impossible to see even my own hand in front of my face. As Deacon drew closer to the window, the soft gleam cast his naked form in a hauntingly beautiful silhouette. If I had my camera, I’d want to capture the sight.

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