Kneeling next to her, I buried my face between her thighs and used the flat of my tongue to give her one long lick. She cried out, so I did it again, eating her like she was an ice cream cone melting in the sun. She tasted just as good and my dick twitched hard. I wanted to fuck her so badly, my balls were aching.
“Good girl.”
I jerked as I hadn’t realized that Rafe had walked up. I growled at him, the only way I had of communicating right now, because I wasn’t going to take my lips or tongue off her body long enough to let him know she wasn’t ready for all of us to be touching her right now.
Whether he understood my nonverbal warning, or had just read the situation, Rafe didn’t touch. He just stood over her, watching her face as I began circling my tongue over her clit.
Colby’s hands were clenched at her side and she tossed her head from side to side as I wrung as much pleasure from her body as I could. At this point, it was more for my own enjoyment than anything.
Her eyes darted to something behind me and I knew without looking that Sig was standing there. I liked eating pussy as much as the next man, but for him? He was obsessed. I knew he was jealous as fuck that I was drenching my beard in her wetness, enjoying her taste, forcing those sexy little moans from her lips instead of him.
He’ll get his turn with her.
He shifted to my side so he could watch as I tongued her, dipping between her lips, drinking up everything she had to offer. Knowing his desires almost as well as I knew my own, I pushed on her knees, spreading her legs wider. Her thighs fell open, she was past fighting it, she wanted her orgasm.
I dropped my head lower and my tongue licked down to her asshole. Before I could do more than bathe it, she squeaked and tried to scoot away from me. My hands fell onto her hips, holding her in place, but I obediently turned my attention back to her pussy.
Pre-cum slid down my dick as I thought about fucking that tight little ass. Not today, though. I forced the thoughts away and worked two fingers into her pussy as I went back to torturing her clit with my tongue. She was still tense from my journey south, but soon had fallen back into rocking against my fingers and mouth.
“Oh…Oh, God,” she moaned and I felt her rhythmically clench around my fingers.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I lashed it with my tongue and she sucked in a deep breath.
Rafe’s hand covered her mouth as she screamed while she shattered. Her body bowed up, arms flailing about, looking to grab hold of something, anything for stability. I kept moving within her, kept running my tongue over her clit. Her orgasm broke over her like a tidal wave and I watched in satisfaction as her thighs started shaking.
Endless, blissful minutes passed as she trembled against me, but eventually she started to squirm. The high was over and she was becoming too sensitive. I gave her one last lick, cleaning the evidence of her pleasure from her pussy and then I sat up.
Wiping my face, I grinned down at her. Her cheeks were pink again as the realization of what she’d just done—what she’d let them watch me do to her—sank in. Realization that she had indeed asked for it, begged for it.
Rafe had removed his hand the minute she’d stopped screaming, but now he turned. “Help me get this deer tied up,” he told Sig.
Sig let out a tortured groan, tearing his eyes off Colby, but he followed Rafe, giving us privacy. Ideally, this would have been better for her had we been alone, but that was short-term thinking.
In the long run she was going to need to get used to the idea of us not only watching as she fucked each of us, but letting all of us join in. If it was something she was totally opposed to, we wouldn’t do it, but she’d started creaming up the minute I’d started talking about sharing her. Having the others here, watching was a good first step.
Her body was on board, we just needed to give her mind some time to catch up to the idea. Lifting her into my arms, I carried her into the hut.
She tucked her face against my chest, rubbing her cheek against it like a contented cat. It was my turn to take watch tonight, so I needed to get some rest now. I set her on my cot. She watched as I undressed, leaving only my boxer briefs on. They were tented with my unsatisfied erection and I knew it was going to be a while before I fell asleep.
I laid down, pulling her with me and tucking her against my body. These cots weren’t big enough for us to stretch out on, but I didn’t mind.
Her hand reached back and dug under my underwear. “Jesus,” she muttered, awe in her tone as she wrapped her hand around my cock.
Hissing out a breath, I grasped her wrist, stilling her movements. “You don’t have to. I was dying to eat you out, but I’m willing to wait for anything else.”
She turned her head enough so she could see me, her lips formed an ‘o’ of surprise at my admission. “I don’t mi-”
“Let’s wait,” I told her. I didn’t want her feeling obligated to reciprocate just because I’d gone down on her.
“Um…okay.” She settled down in front of me and a jumbled mess of emotions were leaking off her. This was why I’d wanted to wait. I’d exposed her to more than she’d ever done, just by having the other two there watching. I wanted her to absorb that and enjoy the post orgasmic tingles rather than worry about pleasing me. When she did decide it was time, it wouldn’t be out of a feeling of obligation, but because she was craving it.
Wrapping my arms around her, I closed my eyes and tried to force my dick down by sheer will. Not surprisingly it didn’t listen.