Her pink-tipped finger gleamed with evidence of her arousal, and Rory didn’t hesitate. He grasped her wrist, bringing that finger to his lips. With a little growl of anticipation, he sucked the digit inside.
Sweet with a hint of tang, she was as spicy and hot as he’d expected her to be. He licked the arousal off her finger with a long groan, then it was his turn.
“Take me.” He didn’t have to pretend to play nice. She knew what he wanted and he could see from the way her nipples pebbled and her eyes dilated that she wanted it, too. She didn’t need sweet and soft. That would come later. For now, she needed to obey.
She leaned forward. As he felt the press of her lips on the tip of his cock, his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head. She kissed him, an oddly innocent gesture. He stood there, offering himself to her as she explored.
Her lips slid all over the crest of his cock, moving down to the stalk and the base before laving back up. They were like butterflies on his sensitive flesh, descending and then flying away again, awakening his senses to her touch.
He groaned when the first swipe of her tongue hit. One teasing lick from her, and he was ready to blow.
“Talk to her. Tell her how you like it,” Callum said. “She’s only done this once.”
Rory groaned. No fucking way could he speak now. He glanced at his eldest brother.
Oliver grinned. “I don’t suspect I could talk very much if I were in your position, either. Hold his cock in your hand, Tori.”
“Yes,” Rory gasped, willing to cede a little control to Oliver. “Do what he tells you to.”
He’d spent two years trying to coax his brother back to life. All they’d needed to do was find one woman they all loved and share her. Kink had been the way to get Ollie smiling again. They’d all wasted the last six months, but Rory refused to waste another second.
Tori hesitated.
Rory pulled his head together enough to threaten her. “Or Oliver will spank you good.”
“You guys are very quick with the spankings,” she said as she gripped him in her small fist.
“You look gorgeous with a pink arse, love.” Callum shifted behind her, caressing the flesh he’d flushed with impact. “And you liked it.”
Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Yes, which is why the threat doesn’t seem to be much of a threat.”
A loud smack blasted through the room. She gasped. Rory felt the delicate hand around his dick tighten.
It felt so fucking good.
No more games. He surged forward, hips thrusting as he pumped his dick against her lips.
“Was that a threat, love?” Apparently, Callum had a tiny streak of sadist.
She moaned and shifted, trying to press her thighs together. “You know it was. It hurt, but now it feels like heat and I like it. Tell me what to do next. Should I suck on the head?”
Her words went straight to his dick. He was fairly certain all of the blood in his body had pooled in his cock and he would pass out at any moment.
“Grip him harder,” Oliver commanded. “He won’t break.”
Pleasure sizzled up his spine as she tightened her hold. Yes, that was what he needed. Her hand began to work his cock.
“Tell me what you want to do, Tori.” Oliver’s voice turned deep, and Rory wasn’t surprised to see his eldest brother shucking his slacks. There was really no more need for clothes between them. “What does instinct tell you to do to that big cock in your hand?”
“Lick it. Suck it into my mouth. I want to know what it tastes like.” She stared at his cock and swallowed hard.
“I want that, too,” Rory groaned.
Her little tongue peeked out and teased him with a long, slow laving. She dragged it over the head of his dick where pearly fluid already leaked from the slit.
“Lick him all over,” Oliver ordered. “Take care of him or Callum will stop what he’s doing to you.”
Rory looked to his side and found Callum stroking her, rubbing her clit in slow circles. “Is he making you feel good?”