A moment later, Lennon slows what she’s doing, her body shaking. Mason and I both glance at Bear, who is rather masterfully bringing her right to the goddamn edge of sanity. I don’t know how she’s able to concentrate on me at all with the way he’s ravenously feasting on her.
“Such a fucking filthy girl,” I growl out. “You’re gonna come on his face with my dick in your mouth, aren’t you?”
Gasping around my cock for air, she nods, taking me deep again. There are tears at the corners of her eyes, which would be concerning if not for the way her pupils are blown, dilated by lust. Mason’s free hand wanders over her chest, pinching at her nipples. She whimpers and cries out around my cock, her hips riding Bear’s face of their own volition.
Mason groans. “That’s it, baby. You’re so beautiful when you come.” His face is rigid with suppressed desire. He’s helping us find nirvana, but I’ll make sure he gets off, too.
I feel the vibration of Lennon’s throaty cries all the way up my cock. It does something to me, the aching fullness in my balls now overwhelming. And while she’s still shaking from the force of her orgasm, I’ll be damned if this girl isn’t still curling her tongue around my dick. My gaze darts from her to Mason as I feel the beginning of my orgasm take hold. The corners of his mouth quirk up, and he gives me the barest of nods as he tightens his hold on me. My eyes roll back in my head, beads of sweat popping out on my forehead as I try to hold on but can’t. There’s no stopping this runaway train. “Fuck, Lennon. Mase,” I heave. “Fuck.” I thrust forward, unable to hold back the roar I make as cum spurts forcefully from me, and my vision goes dark around the edges. There’s a very real possibility that my soul has left my body.
A few moments later, Mason releases me from his hold, his eyes burning with lust as they lock on mine. “I could feel that. The way your cock pulsed.”
My dick twitches in response, releasing a final drop of cum onto Lennon’s waiting tongue. I’d respond verbally somehow, but all I can do is breathe and savor how good I feel right now. I let my cock slip free of Lennon’s mouth, then bend and kiss her, tasting myself on her sweet lips.
“Lennon,” Bear groans, gasping as he strokes himself, his eyes burning as he takes her in, “you’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.”
A breath stutters from her as his cum shoots all over her thighs and pussy, even as far up as her belly. “Oh god, yes.” Her chest heaves as they stare at each other. Bear exhales harshly, blinking fast. The way he looks at her… he’s lost. The connection between them is heady and so fucking real and palpable, I could practically reach out and touch it.
While his chest continues to rise and fall, Lennon begins to sit up. He holds out a hand to her. “Wait. I’ll get a towel to clean you up.”
“I could just—” She pauses at the look on Bear’s face and nibbles at her lip, brows darting together.
“Little Gazelle, we’re not done with you yet.” He shakes his head, laughing quietly, and climbs from the bed, heading into the bathroom.
I totally fucking agree with him.
Mason does too, apparently, because he wastes no time, shifting back out from behind Lennon, grasping her by the hands and pressing them to the mattress over her head. He kisses her with increasing intensity, which I can’t really blame him for, considering he’s the only one of us who hasn’t gotten off. In between feverish nips and licks, Mason peers at me, groaning aloud. “I taste you on her.”
“Is that a problem?” My lips twitch, already knowing the answer.
“I fucking love it.” He grunts, shifting a bit. “My dick definitely loves it.” Sure enough, he’s leaving streaks of pre-cum all over Lennon’s hip.
Watching the two of them, my dick is getting hard all over again. Nope, definitely not done. With that thought, when Bear returns with a washcloth for Lennon, I signal to him that I’ll be right back.
In my room, I take several seconds to breathe, raking my hands through my hair. I let air fill my lungs in an attempt at defogging my head. Fucking hell. It’s so goddamn good, the four of us together. I never would have thought we’d do something like this, but now it seems so fucking right. She said it herself—she wants us to make herours.
Hopefully, I’m not imagining the need for the lube that I grab from my nightstand. You just never fucking know, and I’d rather not be caught without.
Hurrying, I check for wandering brothers and their prying eyes before I slip back across the hall with my heart a pounding drumbeat in my head. I haven’t been gone more than a minute tops, but in that time, Lennon and Mason have pulled a position swap. She’s straddling him, her hands resting on his chest as her hips piston over him.
Bear has settled in with his back against the headboard, watching the action with interest, teeth tightly clamped onto his lip. He catches my eye, brows wriggling.
I give a soft chuckle, tossing the lube onto the bed, and lie down on my side next to Mason, alternately watching his face, then hers. The smell of sex permeates the air, and I groan, inhaling. Lennon’s concentration is fully on Mason, their eyes locked as they melt together in a frenzy of tangled limbs and pounding hearts. She rides his cock so damn good, Mason isn’t going to last much longer.
I can’t blame him because her pussy is what dreams are made of.
“Kin.” He places his hand on her belly, runs it up between her breasts, and then back down, rubbing her clit. “Love the way your pussy milks my cock, baby.”
Her pelvis jerks, and she slows her movements, really grinding down on his fingers. It’s hotter than hell the way her body shows us how much she wants us. I love the flush of her skin and her blissed-out expression. “Oh god, Mase. Fuck.”
I grunt out, “That’s it, baby. Ride him good.”
She leans forward, collapsing on his chest as her hips rock. I push myself up to sitting and put my hand on her ass. Across from them, Bear gets the same idea, moving closer and squeezing her other cheek, holding her open the same way I am. My dick is hard again, and all I can think is that I want to slide myself inside her when he’s done.
“My fucking god,” Bear groans as we take advantage of the up-close view of Lennon’s pussy taking Mason’s dick, sliding up and down his length over and over.
“Are you watching?” she breathes out, her pants, and his, filling the room.
Mason groans, his voice hoarse with raw desire. “Fuck yes they are, baby. They can see how good you’re taking it; how wet you are for us.”
