He pulls gently at my leg. “Trust me, you won’t.”
With a combination of curiosity and hesitation, I do as he urges, moving up his body, closer to his head, keeping all of my weight on my knees and lower legs. I’m spread open right above him, and even though his brother just had his face in my pussy, this somehow feels so much more intimate.
Wrapping his arms around my legs, Jonathan pulls me forward and down, bringing my center closer to his mouth. “When it feels right, I want you to fuck my face,” he tells me.
My eyes go wide. I’m much too old to be scandalized by what he’s saying, but I have to admit that I am. Fuck his face?
Before I can think too much about it, his tongue is laying long, hot strokes over my folds. I close my eyes, both to focus on the sensations, and because I feel so exposed, naked in the center of this room as Brendan and Corbin watch their brother feast on me.
When Jonathan’s tongue strokes over my clit, my hips tilt involuntarily. Seizing on that motion, his hands grip my thighs more tightly and urge me to repeat the motion. He tugs me closer still, and my knees slide outward, causing some of my weight to rest on Jonathan.
When I lean forward to support myself on my hand, Brendan moves in. “You won’t hurt him. Just relax and enjoy it,” he says. He kneels on the floor next to me, strokes his hand over my cheek and pulls me into a kiss.
Kissing a man, while another man goes down on me, is a new kind of heaven.
Brendan toys with my nipples while his tongue explores my mouth. Meanwhile, Jonathan’s using his lips to nibble at my clit, and before I even realize I’m doing it, my hips are finding a rhythm and I’m rubbing myself on Jonathan’s mouth.
Again, he pulls me down even closer, and it seems like he wouldn’t be comfortable, but there are so many good feelings flooding my body that I finally do what he asked me to. I grind down onto Jonathan and fuck his face.
I build a steady rhythm, rubbing my clit against him as he buries his tongue inside me and licks at a wild pace. It’s only moments later that I’m overtaken by everything that’s been building. Pleasure pulsates from deep within my core out to the ends of my fingertips, and I come apart.
I grab onto Brendan’s shoulder and ride the waves, Jonathan’s tongue never stopping as I writhe over him. He holds me tight to him as my orgasm crests, and he keeps holding me through each beautiful aftershock.
When he finally loosens his grip, I lift off of him to find a satisfied smile on his face. I imagine my expression must look similar.
“That was fucking amazing,” he says.
“Yeah?” It was definitely amazing from my perspective, but it’s hard for me to imagine how he got so much enjoyment out of being smothered between my thighs.
“Absolutely,” he says, “and now I need to fuck you.”
11
Ready for more?
Much as I’ve been enjoying everything we’ve been doing — and enjoying is a huge understatement — I’ve been ready to fuck them since we got here. Still reeling from such an intense climax, I reply with a quick nod.
In one smooth motion, Jonathan rolls me over onto my back. He quickly removes his pants and underwear, and his cock springs free, looking even larger than it had a few minutes ago.
Corbin appears with a string of condoms — so many that a shiver of anticipation runs through me. He rips off a package and hands it to Jonathan, who opens it and rolls the latex onto his stiff rod.
Wasting no time, he lines himself up with my opening and sinks inside, groaning as he does. “Fuck, you feel so good, Christine.”
“So do you,” I say, sounding a bit like the breath’s been knocked out of me. He’s big, and the sweet feeling of pressure is bliss.
After a few slow strokes, he says, “Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to be inside you. Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?”
I could be lying on a pile of rocks right now and probably wouldn’t be aware of it, there’s so much pleasure coursing through my body. “Anywhere’s fine.”
He pushes in again and stays buried inside me as he slides his arms around me and lifts. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, and it’s like this that he carries me past his brothers, around a corner, and down a hall into a large bedroom.
The room is dark, with only a small amount of light coming in from the hall. Like the rest of the house, it’s impeccably neat and appears to be well furnished. Jonathan lays me on the bed, kissing me once as he props himself up on his hands.
The comforter is cool beneath me, but the heat of my body quickly warms it. Jonathan gets back to fucking me, his thick cock pulling deliciously at my inner walls each time he retreats.
The dark form of his body is beautiful above me, the ridges of the muscles on his torso defined in the dim light. I take the opportunity to touch him, my hands gliding over his chest and shoulders, down to his tight abs, feeling them flex as he thrusts into me.
Reaching between us, his thumb finds my clit and rubs, and as if it’s as easy as breathing, he brings me off again. My pussy clamps onto his cock with each pulse of pleasure, squeezing him tight, and then he stiffens and starts to come inside me.