Page 45 of Bro Amazing

"Van comes in fifteen minutes," says Miles. "If you're not ready, we're leaving without you."

"I'll be ready," mumbles Ethan, sitting at the table with his cereal.

"Morning." I hover in the doorway, not sure what to do or how to confront my boyfriends.

"Ugh, really?" says Quintin. "We're getting ready for our flights and you come in looking this fuckable?"

"Where's Lionel?" asks Helix. "He was so panicked about us being on time, but he's not down here yet?"

"I saw him head into his room as I was coming down." Hopefully by butting into their conversation, they'll remember they haven't actually informed me that they're leaving. Or where they're going.

"Do we have time for a quick fuck?" Quintin hooks his thumb under my chin and brushes a kiss across my lips.

I'm annoyed and confused, yet my lips automatically tilt up to keep kissing Quinton. With all of the uncertainty happening around me, this I understand. The passion, desire, and need to connect to another human being is high. And if I'm not going to see them for a whole week, I'm not sure what I'll do without them around.

I realize with a start that I'm actually going to miss them.When did I get attached enough for that?

Quintin lifts me onto the kitchen table as he kisses me deeper, distracting me from my realization and the chaos around us. The way his tongue seeks permission to cross my lips and explore has me lifting my arms up around his neck to hold him close. To put off their departure for a few minutes more.

Miles brushes past us to step out into the hall, calling up the stairs, "Faker! Hurry the fuck up! You're making us late."

The middle of my shorts is tugged aside and Quintin runs his finger through my seam, warming me up. Not that he has to do much after all the dreams I had about them. I dream and think about my boyfriends so often for my books, making up scenarios with them, that sometimes I'm not sure what's real and what's fake. But the way my pussy is already juicing for Quintin is very real.

"Such a good girl," says Quintin, easing first one and then two fingers inside me until I'm tilting my hips to help him find the perfect spot.

A phone beeps. "Van is here. We need to load the luggage."

"See, I told you I'm ready," says Ethan, drinking the last of the milk from his bowl as Quintin replaces his fingers with his cock.

"Fuck," I whimper as he pounds into me. One hand falls back to the table to hold me upright as my other holds Quintin close.

"Almost ready," grunts Quintin as he pounds into me over and over, the table moving an inch each time.

We're slowly sliding across the kitchen floor, but Quintin doesn't stop until we're banging into the cabinets. The other gamers move in and out of the room as they pack up the van, but Quintin's eyes are focused on me. Our world right now is just the two of us and the magical rhythm he's created. It's almost as if my heartbeat is shifting to match the rhythm of the table banging against the cupboards. Quick and hard.

"Come on my cock," he grunts. "I can't leave until you come."

I fight off the impending orgasm. If I can draw this out, I can make them stay. I'm not going to think about why I want them here. I hold my breath, keeping the pleasure at bay.

"Arrow, we're waiting on you," says Helix.

"Clarissa needs to come first," pants Quintin, railing me harder.

"I left you a little toy on your pillow," says Helix, coming over to stand next to us. He reaches out and rubs tight little circles on my clit as his friend fucks me. "But don't open it until I call you because I want to see your reaction."

Helix gives my clit a little pinch and my hips buck as I come, my pussy clenching down on Quintin's cock.

"Fuck, yes, there it is," groans Quintin as he allows himself to orgasm too.

"The driver says he can't wait much longer," complains an exasperated Miles from the doorway.

"I'm ready." Quintin pulls out and tucks his cock back into his sweatpants.

"Good." Miles hurries over to where I'm still panting on the table to kiss me quick on the lips. "We'll see you in a week."

The others all follow suit, a quick kiss and then calling out their goodbyes as they hurry out of the house.

I'm left on the kitchen table, my shorts and panties still pushed to the side, coming down from a fast and hard orgasm. I can't believe they've done this to me. Sure, this is technically a business agreement, but if they want to call themselves my boyfriends they should have at least told me a couple days in advance that they were leaving for a vacation without me. I shouldn't have had to find out the same way the rest of their subscribers did.

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