Page 11 of Room One Hundred and Twenty-Five: All Access

Oh, I’m sure he’s got his reasons for locking himself away and pretending not to miss sex and companionship. I don’t know how I’d react if it had been me, but maybe, I would have turned into a hermit, too.

“Asshole. You just told Ira you’d watch me fuck him,” he accuses.

“So? If you don’t want to fuck Ira, don’t. I will. I’ll make him scream and beg and cry for more. You can watch or you can do. It’s your call, man.”

“Dammit, you’re not hearing me. You’re a bastard for making me admit this, but I don’t know if I can.” Harsh self-loathing turns every word into a bullet, and for a moment regret stings my chest like an actual wound.

I never meant to humiliate my brother or push him so far he’s miserable. Perhaps, it was arrogant of me to assume I could drag him through his self-imposed suffering.

“Your fingers aren’t broken, brother. And I know that tongue works because you’ve been bitching at me with it for years. Work with what you got. Besides, this is about Ira. Not me. Not you.”

“Yeah, but—” he starts, falling silent at my harsh interruption.

“But nothing. That man watches you with stars in his eyes and adoration written all over his face. He doesn’t need your dick. He needs you.”

“And her? She’s a stranger. What if she’s disappointed if I can’t get it up?” Insecurity is such a rarity for him, it’s almost comical how unprepared he is to combat the feeling.

“Hazel’s not here because she’s some sexed up vamp. She needs to be worshipped. Adored. Pleasured and shown what a fucking princess she is. You can accomplish all of that without putting Tab A into Slot B. You know?”

Just call me Coach, because at this point, I’ve got the halftime speech down cold. I look over Ridge’s shoulder to watch the way Ira’s long fingers pluck at Hazel’s tightly furled nipples. His attention is completely wrapped up in what he’s doing, but she’s watching us through lust-drunk eyes. I clap Ridge on the shoulder and turn him to see what I see.

“It’s time to play, brother. Our toys are looking lonely on the shelf, don’t you think?”

Eleven

Ira

The foot of the bed dips when both Gable and Ridge crawl their way up to where Hazel is lying sprawled out next to me.

“I feel a little like a prey animal being hunted. How about you?” Hazel’s teasing whisper brings a smile to my face, even as arousal thuds so heavy in my balls precum leaks from my tip.

“Yeah, but in a good way,” I whisper back. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex or even come, I know my body’s on a hair trigger. Just playing with her tits has me ready to blow, and that’s without adding in the layer of hunger knowing Ridge and Gable are coming for us brings.

Hands grip my ankles, and a single sharp tug has me flipping to my back and widening my legs to make way for Ridge’s wide frame prowling up my body. I’m not a weakling. Definitely not the stereotypical computer nerd type. But the way he manhandles me as if I weigh nothing tears a low moan of desperation from my throat. Why do I love the way he’s moving me into place as if I actually am a sex doll existing for his pleasure?

Half of me expects him to go straight for my weeping cock. He’s always so efficient and economical with everything he does. It’s a surprise when, instead of touching me where I’m most desperate for sensation, he crawls up my body until his fully clothed one drapes over my nakedness. The contrast drives home the power dynamic, and I lift my eyes to stare into his while he hovers over me.

“I’m going to use my fingers and my mouth to stretch you out, because I know it’s been a long time since you were with a man. Then I’m going to sit my pocket princess over there in my lap and we’re going to watch my brother fuck the hole I’ve loosened up until you come with your dick untouched.”

The smooth promise in his voice as he details the filthy things they’re going to do is almost enough to rush the process of my hands-free coming. I’m helpless to keep still underneath him, my body rolling and arching up into his in search of friction. He drops a hand to my stomach, palm pressing the tight muscles of my lower abdomen. My dick curves up between us, the back of his hand smashing it against his belt and rock hard abs.

I grunt, the pressure enough to have my eyes rolling and pleasure streaking through me. I’m so close it’s embarrassing. Too desperate to care.

“You’re not allowed to come without permission. Am I clear?” he orders. I nod, my eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of lust coursing through me.

“What about me, Daddy? Do I have to wait to come?” Hazel’s body next to mine is warm, and she smells like jasmine, honey, and feminine lust.

“No, Princess. You get to come as many times as that little body can do it. Drown us all in that sweet goodness that pours from that tight little hole.” Ridge’s filthy demand makes her giggle until whatever Gable’s busy doing distracts her.

The high moan that vibrates through the air. Ridge and I both turn to look at Gable bent low over her middle. His chin rests on the pronounced ridge of her mons, his fingers twisted in the elastic cords connecting her stockings to the garter. He’s so much bigger than her that even with his fingers tucked under the elastic strips, his thumbs disappear under his chin.

A sixth sense tells me he’s using those thumbs to play with the hard knot of her clit. Mostly because that’s what mine would be doing in his place.

“Good, because I’m already so close!” she whines. Her hips buck uselessly under his weight, making her tits jiggle and sway. Gable moves his face lower, nudging apart her plush lower lips until his nose brushes the jutting ridge of her clit and his tongue can lap at the entrance below it.

I distantly register the snapping lid of a lube bottle while the show Gable and Hazel put on distracts me. My balls are already so tight to my body it only takes the barest brush of Ridge’s hand to nudge them out of the way and expose the center of me to his gaze.

“It’s cold!” I yelp at the first drizzle of slippery wet lube.

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