Page 27 of Bro Amazing

As soon as Miles latches on to my clit and sucks, I'm lost. Thank fuck he and Lionel are holding me up, because otherwise I would fall over right here onto the dirty floor. Especially because he's also using the fingers of his free hand to fill the hole Lionel has so recently abandoned.

There are so many sensations running through my body, but the overwhelming feeling is one of fullness. Miles is building a fire inside my body, and with both of my holes filled to the brimand my clit being played with, fast and hard, there's no way I won't come any moment now.

My head falls back onto Lionel's shoulder. One of his fingers hooks around my chin and pulls my lips over to his in a slow, passionate kiss. The languidness of his kiss emphasizes the speed and roughness of Miles's touch. I only break the kiss as Miles pushes me over the edge and my entire body flutters with tiny but intense spasms.

When Miles steps back to admire his handiwork, Ethan steps up.

"Can you take one more tonight?"

Ethan's voice is soft and sweet as if he's waiting for me to say no, but my body feels pliable and there are no thoughts in my head right now. I'm still riding the wave of pleasure and Lionel is the only reason I'm still upright.

"One more," I whisper against Lionel's lips. "I think I can do it."

"Of course you can," says Lionel, deepening our kiss as Ethan drops his pants before lifting my leg again and placing it around his waist.

Ethan slides on a condom and slips in smoothly, my juices already flowing from the first orgasm. Last time Ethan fucked me it was soft and quick. This time is the same, except that one of the guys, I'm not sure if it's Ethan or Lionel, reaches around to my ass and tugs a little on the butt plug.

Now not only are both of my holes filled, but the pacing of Ethan's cock and the press and release of the butt plug are too much. I'm not sure I can handle it even though it feels so good.

"You can do it. Be our good girl and come for Ender," says Lionel, silencing my whimpers with a kiss.

Ethan brushes his thumb over my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head as stars explode behind my eyelids as the most intense orgasm of my life rolls through me. I'm dimly aware ofthe sound of liquid hitting the tile beneath us, and my body goes limp as the pleasure coursing through my system robs me of my ability to stand. Thankfully Lionel continues to support me as Ethan speeds up, fucking me fast and hard until he comes himself.

"Did you see that?" whispers Quintin.

"Fucking sexy," says Helix. "That's what that was."

I have no idea what they're talking about, and after that last orgasm all I want is to roll over in Lionel's arms and sleep. I may fall asleep right here in the front hall, half-standing as he holds me up.

"All right, time for bed." Lionel sweeps me up into his arms and carries me up the stairs. "One of you mop the floor," he calls over his shoulder.

He's so sweet, almost like a real boyfriend instead of … whatever he is. I'd expected these guys to fuck me whenever they wanted and then have nothing to do with me otherwise, but carrying me to bed is such a kind gesture. And asked the others to finish cleaning the hall for me. I would have gotten to mopping tomorrow, but it's sweet that they want to help out too.

I really did get lucky to find these guys, for them to help me with my research and for them to not be terrible people.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" I whisper into my pillow as Lionel tucks me in.

"No," says Lionel, reaching beneath the covers and spreading my cheeks to slowly remove the butt plug.

Even though I'm exhausted from two orgasms, there is still a shiver of pleasure as the toy slides out of my tight hole, stretching me to that almost-painful point again before slipping out completely.

"Are you going to sleep next to me?" I whisper, on the edge of sleep.

"You want to cuddle?" asks Lionel, sounding shocked.

"Mmm." My whole body feels soft. I don't think I can move.

There are footsteps, then Lionel calls out to the others downstairs, but I can't make out what he's saying.

As sleep takes me, someone slides into bed behind me and pulls me back against their chest. It's warm and cozy, and maybe there are definite perks to not living alone.

The door to the computer den is already closed when I go down for breakfast the next morning. The hallway really does look better now. The guys did a halfway decent job mopping the floors last night. I'm not sure who did it, or if they all pitched in, but I appreciate it regardless. I'm also not sure who I snuggled last night. I half remember someone joining me in bed, but they were gone when I woke up this morning.

Still, the entire time I'm eating breakfast, I keep glancing over to the door. If my roommates are gaming, they probably won't be out for hours, but I keep checking to see if one of them is about to join me at the table. But they never show up.

It's weird. I almost feel … disappointed, but that can't be it. I don't care if they eat breakfast with me or not. This is my job, nothing more. If it is disappointment, it's merely that I won't be getting any more material for my book.But that's okay, I remind myself.I have all of last night still to make notes on. That should fill my entire day.

In fact, if my roommates are gaming, I should take advantage of the fact that they'll be occupied for a few hours at least so I can write uninterrupted. I'd fully intended to write more after my meeting with Sasha yesterday, but of course, as soon as Ibrought that package to my boyfriends nothing remotely close to work got done.

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