“Me too,” I say.
“If we go too fast, or if anything starts to happen that you’re not comfortable with, just say something.” He steals another quick kiss before adding, “Tonight is all about you and your pleasure.”
8
Feel-good vibes
Brendan’s words don’t seem real. In all of my nearly forty years, has anyone ever said such a thing to me?
He doesn’t waste time following his words with action. As his mouth returns to mine, his hand skims down my body, detouring briefly under my shirt to skim over my bare skin, before finding the button on my jeans and easily plucking it open. His tongue slides into my mouth as he undoes my zipper and slips his hand inside, his fingers gliding over my panties to cup my mound.
“You’re wet.”
My panties have been damp since the men first arrived at the bar tonight. I’m surprised they didn’t melt away entirely as soon as I started kissing them.
He strums his thumb over me as he increases the intensity of our kiss, our mouths growing hungrier. When he moves under the cotton of my underwear to touch the curls above my pussy, I moan into his mouth.
Have I been desperate for someone’s touch, or is it this man in particular — these men — who are turning me wanton?
“It’s time to start making you come,” Brendan says, letting some of his weight press into me as his fingers softly stroke my pussy.
“I should warn you,” I say, noticing that my voice has gone rough, “that it’s not easy for me to orgasm. It usually takes a while and sometimes —” I break off, distracted by the sensation that rises as Brendan presses into my clit — “sometimes it doesn’t happen at all.”
I hope they don’t regret inviting me here. They’re so focused on satisfying me, and I’ll bet they’ve been with plenty of women who come easily. I don’t want them to be frustrated, but I’m not going to fake anything either.
I’m expecting Brendan to push his fingers inside me, because that’s what men always do when their hands are in a woman’s pants. It’s exciting in a way, but I never feel much while they’re doing it. Brendan slides his fingers down into my slick folds, but then he returns to my clit, lightly passing over it, circling, teasing, pressing.
He moves slowly at first, but when he’s in a spot that feels particularly good and makes me moan, he lingers, slowly, ever so slowly increasing his pace, his thick fingers rubbing, rubbing, rubbing —
What the fuck?
“Oh my god!” What the fuck!?
He’s only been touching me for maybe one minute, and — “Oh my god!” I’m coming apart on his hand, my pussy pulsing, sensations flooding my body from what feels like all directions.
I wrap a hand around his shoulder and find something to hold onto as I’m overtaken by a brief but intense climax. He stills his fingers but keeps his palm cupped over my pussy, and I arch my hips, pressing into his hand as I come.
When my weight sinks back onto the couch, he gives me a kiss. “What was that you were saying a moment ago? Something about having trouble reaching orgasm?”
His eyes are merry as he grins down at me, and when I laugh — a giddy sound fueled by all the feel-good vibes running through my body — he joins me, bending into my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
His is a warm laugh, not a teasing one. There’s something about it that makes me feel like we’re friends rather than just strangers sharing a one-night hookup.
“That’s never happened to me before,” I say eventually. “Not like that. Not so quick.” I really am amazed at the response he drew out of me. I was surprised when I came in bed last night at the mere thought of these three men, and now here it is happening again, as if it’s easy for me. I feel like a different woman.
He kisses me again, a quick one, his nose brushing against mine. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
Brendan’s erection is pressing into my thigh and the satisfied feeling brought on by the orgasm is quickly starting to fade. As he lays kisses along my neck, I say, “I want you inside me.”
“We’ll have plenty of time for that later,” he says. “First, you need more orgasms, to make up for what you’ve been missing.”
“I won’t object to that,” I say with another laugh as he stands and tugs off my jeans.
“You must have been with the wrong people.” He slides my panties off next. “Have you ever had really good sex?”
My thoughts go to my long-ago ex, Jay. He and I definitely had good sex, and I’ve been thinking no one would ever measure up. I have a good feeling that’s about to change tonight. “It’s been a long time,” I say.
“That’s a shame,” Brendan says. He brings me forward on the couch so that my hips are at the edge, my legs spread, feet resting on the floor. He’s about to kneel between my legs when Corbin approaches.