“What are you doing?” I breathe as hands slowly begin moving over my body.
“Shhhhhhh,” he whispers, his low tone making it impossible to tell which brother is pressed against me. His hands tighten on my waist as his skilled lips fall to my neck, forcing a breathy moan from between my lips. My hand falls on top of his as it skirts across my body, slipping under the fabric of my tank and skimming over my skin.
Hooooooly shit. Am I about to get fucked up here?
Another hard body moves into my side, hovering over me with every intention of destroying me. My heart begins to race as excitement pulses through my veins. His hand falls to my thigh, slowly trailing up my leg until his thick fingers are dipping into the front of my pants and flooding everything below the border with the most brutal kind of need.
Now this is what I’m talking about. A girl can get down with their brand of crazy.
A soft gasp pulls from deep in my chest and I reach out to him, pressing my fingers to his tight abs. Neither of them say a damn word and it’s impossible to tell which is which, but I’m so here for it.
His hand pushes deeper into the front of my pants just as the hands at my waist grip the flimsy fabric of my tank and tear it clean off my body, letting the warm night breeze slam against my bare skin. He doesn’t waste a second releasing the fabric and letting it fly in the wind before his hands are sailing over my body, cupping my tits as his thumbs roll over my nipples, feeling as they pebble beneath his touch.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan softly, tilting my head toward the skilled man at my side, needing to feel more of his brother’s kisses on my neck.
The hands dip lower into my pants, skimming over my clit and making me jump. His thumb works tight circles over it as he continues to my entrance, slowly pushing two thick fingers deep inside me. A needy moan sails between my lips, telling them just how ready I am for a night of kinky rooftop fuckery.
A tight grip curls around my chin and rips my head in the opposite direction, and before I even know what’s happening, lips crush down over my mouth. I sink into his kiss, loving the feel of his tongue slipping inside my mouth and taking ownership of my every desire.
Hands continue moving over my body, teasing my tits, working my clit, brushing past my ticklish waist, but as the kiss consumes me, I realize that there’s more than just four hands.
Pressing my body back, I try to focus on what I feel around me. A hard chest at my back, tight abs to my left and … pressing my hand out to my right, a set of thick, strong thighs that could destroy a woman with one easy go.
What in the sweet baby Jesus is going on here? I must be imagining this. All three of them?
Holy fuck.
Marcus, Levi … and Roman’s hands on my body giving me undeniable pleasure. Fuck, knowing my luck, Roman is probably sulking on the other side of the rooftop and I have the night security guard all kinds of chuffed that he gets to have a little fun while on duty.
No, they’re too possessive to share with anyone else. It’s definitely Roman. I just wish I knew which was which. All I need is for the breeze to change direction and I’ll be able to smell their unique scents.
Nerves shoot through me but the blindfold helps. There are no expectations here. This is them making me feel, and damn it, I never knew I needed this so bad.
My ass grinds back and I feel just how hard he is at my back. Not wanting the others to miss out, my hands drop to the left and right, skimming over their impeccable bodies until I find the tops of their pants. I slip my hands inside and my eyes flutter closed beneath my blindfold as my fingers curl around two massive velvety cocks.
The hands at my back drop to the waistband of my pants and yank them down, forcing the fingers out of my pussy for only a moment as the material sails down my legs. They’re pulled from my feet and I kick them away as I hear the familiar sound of a belt buckle being undone behind me.
My legs are kicked apart, spreading them wide, and without missing a beat, those same thick fingers are pushing back inside me as I feel the breeze rushing against my pussy.
A breathy moan tears out of me as I feel that hard cock at my back again. He steps in closer and grinds against me, and just like that, I know that I won’t be leaving this damn rooftop without that cock slamming deep inside my ass. No. Matter. What.