“My god, that outfit.” Bron swipes a hand over his face, like he can’t believe his eyes.
“It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Rafe says.
Feeling extra naughty, especially after my encounter with Bron in the pantry earlier today, I chose a short red silk nightie to wear to bed tonight. For some reason, the red lingerie seems especially racy, and I wasn’t sure I’d feel daring enough to wear it.
The way they’re all looking at me makes me very glad I chose it.
“Been thinking about this ass all day,” Bron says, claiming my other cheek.
I’m also glad I chosenotto wear the matching panties that came with this nightie, because right now, they’d be soaked.
I want them. Badly. But after becoming intimately acquainted with their instruments last night, I’m less confident about being able to handle them. Just one of them would be intimidating. I’m afraid all three of them might literally break me, though it’d be a hell of a way to go.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Conal drops to his knees behind me, where I’m still bent over the bed, and spreads me open from behind. My body jolts when his tongue makes contact with my pussy, and Ishriek. I’ve been craving this since I woke up this morning in an empty bed.
He licks me a few times, then slowly presses a finger inside. It feels wicked and sexy, and it’s already a tight fit, so I can’t imagine how I’m ever going to be able to take one of their cocks.
But as he starts to fuck me with his finger—while he keeps licking—all my cares dissolve into bliss. I can’t always tell exactly what Conal’s doing back there, or even if he’s doing it alone, but I don’t care.
I become nothing but sensation and light, and then I combust.
They take turns getting me off, and when I finally catch my breath, though my body has become limp, I crawl onto the bed and turn to face them. “I thought you were supposed to be teaching me how to makeyoufeel good.”
“It’s not a one-way street,” Bron says.
“I know. So why areyoualways the ones givingmeorgasms?”
“Are you complaining?” Rafe’s teasing smirk stops me in my tracks.
“No, I’m definitely not complaining. But I’m starting to feel spoiled.”
“Good,” Conal says. “Besides, you’ve been taking care of us with all the food you’ve been making. Making you come is the least we can do.”
“You don’t have to cook, either,” Rafe says. “We can have food delivered, or bring a chef in.”
“I’m enjoying it,” I say. “And you all seem to be enjoying the food.”
“For sure,” Bron says, and his brothers enthusiastically chime in with their agreement.
“I don’t want to just sit around and do nothing. I like feeling productive.”
“We’re happy as long as you’re happy,” Conal says. “Is anything else bothering you?”
I wasn’t planning to talk about my worries, but the impressive outlines of the men’s hardening cocks prompt me to share a concern that’s been nagging at me.
“I have been a little concerned about my ability to … umm …handle you. All of you. Especially since you’re so big.”
Conal sits down beside me, his hand sliding up my thigh reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Hazel. That part will be fine, and we’ll take things slow. And we’re going slow now, to get you used to everything.”
Bron sits on my other side. “Is the pace good for you? Do you want to move faster, or slower?”
“It’s good. I appreciate your patience.” From everything I knew about the men’s reputations before I met them, I’d have never expected them to take their time with me the way they have.
“Of course,” Conal says. “Maybe you think we don’t like going slow, but we’re having a great fucking time.”
Rafe and Bron murmur their agreement, and I’m relieved.
“One more request.” I’m feeling brave because they make me feel safe.
