Four Kicks - Stephanie Brother Page 0,24

toward the center. I’ve never wanted my nipple in someone’s mouth as badly as I do when he finally reaches it. He closes his lips over the whipped cream piled there and a sexy sound of desire comes from his throat.

I arch my back and push my chest closer to him as he takes my nipple between his lips and pulls. He releases it, only to take it between his lips again and make quick, little nibbles on my hardened peak. A moan involuntarily escapes my lips as Ash sucks harder and bites more, teasing me relentlessly.

Landon’s head appears, his eyes heavy-lidded as he checks in with me. His lips curve into a smile just before they close over my other nipple, going straight in for the sweet spot.

I close my eyes and melt into the decadence of it all, two mouths on my breasts and further below two other mouths licking my sensitive inner thighs and working their way toward my soaking wet pussy.

The mouths below work agonizingly slow and I’m literally vibrating with need as they finally reach the spot where I need them so desperately to be. I need release so badly that I nearly come as soon as the first sticky tongue licks at the lips of my pussy.

Fingers spread me open as that tongue pushes inside me, circling around before retreating to lick from where my body meets the table, sliding up past my clit.

Then somehow I sense that it’s someone else’s tongue that flicks over my clit in a lazy rhythm that quickly picks up pace. My body responds to the increase, all of the sensations in me seeming to gather in that one spot, building, building, until they eventually explode.

I cry out in unintelligible sounds, writhe on the table, and lift my hips, pushing my pussy up into the face of whoever is finally bringing me release from the pressure that’s been building for what seems like forever.

Ash and Landon flick their tongues over my nipples at a crazy fast pace and then I’m shooting up into another orgasmic peak before I’ve fully come down from the first. The men keep me going and going, mouths and tongues all over me, hands squeezing, stubbly bearded faces brushing against my inflamed skin, sensations overloading as I come again and again and again.

After some unknown and endless amount of time passes that’s probably just a few minutes, I’m back in the real world – or rather, this new, improved version of the real world where four men work together to give me pleasure I never before imagined.

Derek is rubbing his thumb affectionately over my cheek and brushing my sweaty curls back from my face. He gives me a warm but cocky grin and chuckles at what is probably a very dazed expression on my face.

When I start to sit, Landon is there, helping me up. I scan my body to find it’s completely clean of chocolate and whipped cream, except for a few places that feel sticky.

The four men, still frustratingly clothed, are standing, watching me.

“Did everyone get their fill?” I ask.

“Oh no,” Nathan says. “Not even close.”

A little shiver runs through me. My body, so fully sated, still wants more, too. “That’s too bad. It’s my turn for dessert, and I’m going to have four helpings.”

15

Work hard, play hard

The men have been calling the shots in our interactions, but now it’s my turn.

I line up four chairs in front of the table and tell them to sit. Standing in front of them, hands on hips, I eye the men like they’re my troops and I’m their commander.

“Take off your shirts.”

They comply, bumping into each other’s arms as they do, since I’ve set their chairs close together. When they’re finished, I survey my shirtless troops and very much like what I see.

It’s hard to believe that this is my first sight of their bare chests. I could tell they were all very well-built, and now that’s absolutely confirmed. Tight, well-defined abs topped by broad muscled chests and shoulders. Derek is the biggest – he’s massive, really – but all of the men measure up quite nicely.

“Shoes off.”

All four of them kick off their shoes and toss them to the side before looking back up at me, awaiting their next order. I’m liking my new role. The feeling of having these men ready to do what I command has my pussy getting wet all over again.

“Pants. Off.”

The men are grinning as they stand, undo belts, open