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  I moaned low in my throat, dropping the arm around her waist to cup one ass cheek, giving a tentative squeeze. When she just moaned and pressed closer, I gave another squeeze, another roll of my hips. My cock was so hard I was close to bursting in my jeans, and I knew I ran the possibility of coming before I got my clothes off, but I didn’t want to release her long enough to get them out of the way.

  And then one of her arms moved from around my neck. She trailed the hand down my chest, her fingers brushing over a nipple through my shirt and making my body shiver. She slid her hand lower, over my flat stomach, and I groaned into her mouth when her fingers lightly traced over the bulge at my crotch.

  We were both really getting into it when the door opened and admitted Carl. We might have gone on, anyway, but my brother didn’t know how to be quiet. It was impossible not to take notice of him when he entered a room, even when otherwise occupied. I let go of her hair so I wouldn’t accidentally hurt her as her head turned towards the door. I didn’t take away the arm I had around her, though, and she didn’t move away from me either.

  I wasn’t sure what I expected from Carl; I would have been pissed as hell, even a little bothered. We would be sharing, but it would get to me anyway.

  Carl just grinned, taking in our position, Emma’s flushed face and kiss-bruised lips and my hand on her ass cheek.

  “Why are you starting without me?”

  Chapter Seven

  Carl

  It probably should have been strange, walking into our hotel room and finding a carbon copy of me holding a woman I would love to get down and dirty with in a fun way.

  All I could think of was how hot Emma looked with her face flushed, mouth red and puffy from being kissed thoroughly. She also looked a little dazed. Instead of being annoyed at my brother, I was glad he’d made it back with her. She didn’t look nearly as nervous as she had in the bar when she’d left with him. Abe was better at dealing with that sort of thing than I was, which was why I didn’t push when Emma said she’d walk with him instead.

  I was more than ready to get this party started.

  “I would have thought you’d take longer.” Abe sounded sarcastic, though, his voice a little rough.

  “You know I’ve never been patient, bro.” I shrugged off my coat, threw it onto the seat with Emma’s, and walked closer to them.

  I wrapped my arms around Emma from behind, Abe didn’t even bother removing his hand from her ass. I met his challenging stare with a grin, then ducked my head to mouth at Emma’s neck. She tensed up for a bit, before sighing and leaning back into me.

  If Abe thought this would bother me, he was going to be disappointed, because it wouldn’t bother me enough to make me leave them to have their fun without me.

  I surprised myself a bit. I’d never thought of sharing a woman with my brother before, but I didn’t feel a thing about it. Not if the woman was Emma. It would be weird, sure, but unlike him, I was a bit more… adventurous when it came to my sexual appetites, so I knew it was something I could handle.

  “Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” I suggested.

  Abe sighed as I probably threw whatever plan he had through the window. He didn’t argue, though, just pulled Emma’s hand from behind his neck, moved his own hand from her ass, and took a step back as he tugged her forward. She went readily, and I let my arms drop.

  We moved to the bedroom. Abe went around to where our bags were, in the closet. Probably to get some supplies. Emma Davis was getting fucked by one of us, so at least one condom would be necessary. I didn’t care which one of would get the privilege. I’d be happy with pretty much anything.

  A lot of people hadn’t paid much attention to her in high school, but that was their loss. If anything, she’d only gotten better, and she was awfully good, to begin with.

  I didn’t leave her alone for long once Abe went and got busy. Despite the pose I’d caught them in, I was sure Abe had been gentle with her. I tried my best, but I wasn’t the best at gentle.

  I wrapped my arms around her waist, this time with our fronts facing, and I waited for her to protest. But her eyes just met mine, and I was glad again for whatever ability my brother had that I lacked. At least she wasn’t looking away from me, this time.

  I gave her a quick, fierce kiss. I would have liked to make it longer, make it last. I was good with my mouth, I’d had plenty of practice and willing participants, and I wanted her to get the full effect of it. But I was too excited already. I wanted her naked and on the bed. Hell, I’d been hard since she left the bar with my brother, and I’d been half hard on the way back, somehow managing to walk comfortably.

  But now, with her in front of me, looking so delectable I didn’t want to finish too soon, and for maybe the first time since I was a teenager, I thought it could actually happen.

  Besides, she was already used to my brother, but I could feel the tension in her body now that it was me holding her. I looked up as I pulled away, saw my brother heading back for us, grinned at him, and turned her around so she faced him.

  He arched an eyebrow at me, but he crowded close and kissed her. Her body relaxed quickly under his attention.

  The position was convenient. So was the fact that the little pale blue dress she had on had a zipper instead of buttons down the back. As she and my brother got preoccupied, I reached for it and tugged it down.

  She made a sound, her body tensing. I rubbed at her upper arms, made a soothing noise and kissed the side of her neck.

  “Relax, Emma,” I reassured her. “We’re going to make you feel good, I promise. Just relax and feel it, okay?”

  I didn’t know about my brother, but I planned to deliver on that promise.

  She was tense for a moment longer before her shoulders slumped, and she and Abe ended the kiss. We caught eyes for maybe a second, and he pulled away long enough for the dress to slide down Emma’s body, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Then he was tugging her toward the bed, slowly, with me close behind them.

  “I-I’m not sure…” she didn’t finish her sentence, but the words, even incomplete, were the last things I wanted to hear.

  Still, as I released her bra, and reached around her, under the material to hold her breasts in my hands, she gasped and arched her back, her head dropping on my shoulder as she pushed her breasts more firmly into my hands. I massaged them lightly, rubbed at the sensitive and already erect nipples, and she moaned and panted her pleasure.

  Yeah, no matter what was trying to come out of her mouth, her body language was saying something completely different.

  Abe pulled the bra off her arms and tossed it aside. When he brushed his hand on the back of one of mine, I dropped it. He brushed his fingers over the breast I’d freed, played with the nipple. Then he breathed deeply and he pulled back.

  We’d made it to the bed, and Abe took a step away to start taking off his clothes. I turned Emma around while he was busy, taking a second chance to kiss her. She let my tongue through when I licked her lips, and I ravished her mouth. She didn’t tense up this time, falling into me and kissing me back with as much ferocity. I kept one hand playing with her breast, and I swallowed the delicious sounds she kept making. When I took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and gave a pinch, then a twist, she made a sound that had me pulling back again, or else I really would cream my pants. I looked up to find Abe already naked.

  I grinned first at Emma, then Abe as I turned her around so she faced him again.

  “Let the fun begin.”

  Abe, in complete agreement with me, matched my grin and reached for Emma as I shrugged off my already open button-down shirt, and reached for the hem of my T-shirt.

  Chapter Eight

  Emma Emma

  I ended up on all fours, with Abe behind me, thrusting into me, and Carl’s dick in my mouth.

  My experience with blowjobs wasn’t exactly wide. I’d sucked off maybe three guys before, so my technique was weak, but Carl didn’t seem to care.
I knew the basics, at least; keep my teeth out of the way as I wrapped my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks and sucking on his cock, taking him as far into my mouth as possible. But he was big, bigger than anyone I had ever taken into my mouth. I worried for a bit that I was going to choke, but I didn’t want to stop.

  I pulled away and licked all over his cock like it was a lollipop, jacking him off slowly with my hand in between. His hand in my hair flexed just a little, and I moaned as I took him carefully back into my mouth. I was so wet, and I knew it was from them both; Abe fucking me from behind, Carl fucking my mouth. I felt so wet, slick juices trickling down my thighs.

  I moaned again, louder when Abe gave a particularly hard thrust. I didn’t have Carl so far in my mouth or I really would have choked. If we had more time, I was going to get one of them to lay down for me while the other just watched, so I could learn how to do it right, take him all the way into my throat. It would be safer to practice when I wasn’t so deliciously distracted, I didn’t care who would volunteer to be my subject for experimentation.

  I pulled away completely, wanting to catch my breath, stroking Carl’s cock in my hand. Abe was still fucking me, pacing his thrusts, deep and slow, then fast shallow thrusts. With me out of danger from choking, he moved from the deep slow strokes that pushed his cock so far inside me I thought I could feel him in my throat. His thrusts moved faster, not as deep, but even with the condom, the friction against my walls made electricity race through my body, under my skin.

  Abe moaned from behind me; he was clearly enjoying it as much as I did.

  “Fuck, Emma,” he growled in that deep voice, and I moaned at how he said my name, all rough and full of desire. I whimpered, arched my ass higher, pushing his cock in deeper as he kept the fast-paced thrusts. “You’re so hot and tight around me. Fuck.”

  All I could do was moan.

  I dropped my head against Carl’s thigh, still jacking him off, and he ran his hand gently through my hair. Abe’s hands slid up my sides, then one hand went back to holding me down at the hip for his thrusts, his free hand sliding around and up my chest, cupping my breast. Carl, not to be outdone, held my other breast in his palm.

  They both toyed with me in their hands. Carl was rubbing at the nipple, then squeezing just this side of pain; Abe holding my nipple between thumb and forefinger and playing with it, pinching, twisting, plucking it, and all the while still thrusting fast and hard inside me.

  It felt too good. Like my body was on the verge of exploding, and I wasn’t sure that it wouldn’t hurt. But I didn’t think I cared because it hurt so fucking good.

  Abe released my breast as I rose again, but Carl wouldn’t. Even as I took him back in my mouth, taking as much of him as I dared; hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head up and down, stroking with my hand the inches of his cock I couldn’t fit into my mouth.

  Abe had gone back to the slow, deep thrusts that pushed his cock as far inside me as he could go. I arched my back, pushing back as he thrust in, taking him as deep as possible. Then Carl held my face between his hands, one hand still holding my hair up. I pulled my hand away, guessing what was coming, whimpering, practically begging for it. I felt his thigh flex under my hand, and he was moving.

  He started slow, giving me an inch of his cock and pulling back, then giving me a little more. I breathed through my nose, kept my lips tight around his girth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking as he pulled back, licking at the tip when he was out of my mouth. When he moaned, I felt like I could levitate, I was so pleased.

  “That’s right, baby. Just like that. You take me in so good.”

  He kept up the stream of praise, and I sucked with more enthusiasm but made sure not to let it be too much. He didn’t complain once, so I was probably doing it right. On one of his passes, I carefully let him feel my teeth. He hissed, but it didn’t sound pained, just more aroused.

  “Fuck, Emma,” he laughed, a little breathless, and it was cut off on a strangled moan. “You do that again and I won’t last.

  I gave a pleased hum, the sound vibrating through his cock as he thrust into my mouth again, and he gave another strangled moan.

  When I thought it was too much, I tapped his thigh. He didn’t try to push deeper after that, and I was grateful. I’d done the kink thing before, only once, with a guy who liked giving orders and liked blowjobs almost more than fucking. It was the experience that got me through it, Carl fucking my mouth, his thrusts increasing in strength, speed. He would slow down, and I would focus on getting in enough air through my nose, then he would be going fast and hard again.

  I moaned and whimpered around his cock, spit, and precome dripping down his length, making him slick and slippery, down my chin. And I could hear him cursing from above me, speaking words I couldn’t hear, couldn’t really afford to listen to. I was so full of just the sex I didn’t think I could handle any more.

  Then Carl was coming into my mouth, thick and creamy, the taste a little bitter. I could hear him curse some more, and I swallowed as he filled my mouth. His thrusts became erratic, his hand holding me a little less tightly. I brought my hand around the base of his cock, giving him harsh strokes as I sucked, just hard enough to make him feel it, taking every drop of him.

  When he gave my hair a gentle yank, I got the message, peddling back the aggression, giving a few more licks to make sure he was completely clean as he lay back, spent.

  Abe wasn’t ready to come yet. He was still fucking me, as Carl stroked my face, my hair, my lips, coming down from his orgasm. Abe moved fast and hard again, his hands gripping my hips so tight I know I’d get bruises from it.

  He moaned, his breathing erratic, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I wasn’t quite there with him, but it felt good, just having him fuck me, so I laid my head on Carl’s thigh, arching my back and raising my hips higher, making it easier for him. His thrusts became erratic, breaking out of rhythm, and he was coming inside me, the condom expanding as he filled it up, making me gasp, thinking for a second that I might have been wrong and I was going to orgasm with him.

  I didn’t, though. And I didn’t even care. Happy hormones were still swimming in my blood, and I felt good.

  Already I was feeling exhausted, and I hadn’t even come, stuck between two sweaty bodies. But then one of them—I’m not sure who, they both sounded alike, especially with me in that state, too blissed out to really pay attention—spoke, and I wondered if I was really going to survive the night.

  “It’s your turn to be pleasured.”

  Chapter Nine

  Abe

  Emma was lying on the bed, Carl going down on her. He held her wide open for his mouth with his hands under her thighs, her legs thrown over his shoulders.

  I didn’t watch what he was doing too closely. I was kissing her, sitting on the edge of the bed, my hand around her neck angling her just right. She gave sweet little moans and whimpers and I swallowed every one of them. I was being not-so-careful again with the kissing, holding her jaw to keep her mouth open wider for my tongue.

  I pulled back when I thought it was time to let her breathe, but I didn’t stop, nipping her lips, kissing down her throat, to her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked, and she gasped, her back arching, offering more of herself to me. I growled and sucked harder, then gave attention to her other breast.

  We hadn’t been in the position for long, but I was already hard again. Precome leaked from the tip, trickling down the length of my sensitive cock, driving me crazy. I ignored it, though, or tried to, trying to make it good for Emma.

  I knew she hadn’t come before, and I was still surprised how quickly I’d lost control. I never came before my partner did, no matter how okay she seemed with the outcome. I’d seen her pleased expression when I came in her, it wasn’t about orgasming for her.

  Then Emma’s soft, small hands touched me. One reached for my hair, and the other palmed my chest and slid slowly down.

  I shuddered, knowing exactly where that hand
was going. Down my chest, my stomach, palming my dick and stroking. I shuddered again and went back to kissing her mouth. Her touch was tentative at first, following the length with her fingers, then wrapping them around me again. She pressed her pointer finger against the tip, at the leaking slit, getting her fingers wet. She used that wetness to smooth her strokes, lightly, from base to tip, then back again. My breath caught in my throat, hips giving an abortive thrust. She added a twist at the end, paying attention to the sensitive glans.

  I groaned, and Emma made a pleased sound.

  She tightened her grip, sped up her strokes, pulling on it, hard. It was just this side of pain, but it still felt damn good. Too good. I pulled back from her mouth as my hips hitched, thrusting into her grip, unable to help myself.

  “Emma, be gentle,” I growled the words, burying my face into her neck. The position was uncomfortable for my back but I didn’t give a damn. I bit at the skin, licking it when she jumped and made a noise. “I’m not ready to come yet. Go slow, baby.” The endearment fell out without my thinking about it, but I didn’t call it back, leaning up so I could kiss her some more.

  Her breath was quickening, and I knew it was because she was getting close to orgasm. I left her mouth alone, going back to playing with her breasts, using hand and mouth, taking a nipple between my teeth and giving it a light nip, then harder, as my fingers plucked at her other nipple. She kept up a stream of moans, her body wiggling on the bed, thrusting her breasts up for my attention, and then bucking her hips into Carl’s face. By the sounds coming from him, he was enjoying himself, too.

  And then Emma was coming, crying out as her body shuddered through her orgasm, her hand tightening almost painfully on me again. To my surprise, I came with her, her grip on my cock growing slippery with the added lubrication. But she didn’t stop jacking me off, her grip slacking a bit, then tightening again and moving harder, making me cry out with her as more come-slicked her palm. I bit down on her neck, and she gave another shudder before going still, her hand gentling.