Page 94 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
When he lies back down on the pillow facing me, I follow suit, lying back down with my head turned toward him.
His green eyes stare into me with an intensity that reaches my soul, making me realize he’s not just talking about my bra.He’s talking about me. My heart.
His fingertips brush over my cheek and across my bottom lip. “So perfect,” he mutters, more to himself than to the rest of us in the room.
He leans up on an elbow so he can kiss me. It’s gentle at first, but soon all I want is more. More of the kiss. More hands on me. More. More. More.
With his free hand, Austin rolls my nipple between his fingers, making me moan into the kiss. He proceeds to pinch and knead my breast until I’m aching for him to touch me further down my body.
Like he heard what I was thinking, his fingers ghost over my stomach. But when he’s almost to my panties, he moves his fingers back up my abdomen.
No. No. No. Please.
“Someone get those off,” Austin says quickly before resuming our kiss. Strong hands grip my hips, helping to ease them off.
This time, when he skates his fingers down over my sensitive skin, he doesn’t stop.
Two of his fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit over and over. The pressure is gentle, but with how turned on I am already, I’m not going to last long.
I gasp when a finger slides inside of me while Austin keeps circling my clit. Craning my neck, I see Conrad crouched between my legs.
Locking eyes with me, he adds another finger.Fuck.
Austin presses down harder on my bundle of nerves while Conrad thrusts his fingers in me at just the right angle. I crumble. Everything ceases to exist around me for a moment, other than the pleasure ripping through me.
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come,” Brooks grumbles.
At some point, I must have closed my eyes because when I open them, Brooks and Conrad have switched spots. Brooks is now between my spread legs.
He gives me a wink, sliding his hands under my knees. My legs are pushed back toward my chest, leaving me completely vulnerable and open to him.
I don’t feel an ounce of apprehension, though, just awe of how he’s looking at me right now.
Austin and Conrad lay on either side of me, each grabbing one of my legs to hold them in place.
I suck in a breath when Brooks’ tongue unexpectedly laps at my ass. He massages around the tight muscle until I relax beneath him, so overcome with sensation.
“Thatta girl,” he praises. He drips lube over me before rubbing it in with his fingers. Slowly, he slides one finger in, then two.
He holds still, waiting for me to adjust, until I start to buck my hips up into him. He moves his fingers in and out, increasing his pace.
I groan, moving my head from side to side, staring into endless depths of green and then blue, green and then blue.
“You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” Austin asks.
All I can do is nod as I moan.
“Our girl likes ass play,” Conrad says. “Don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I groan, feeling the orgasm cresting. My eyes lock with Brooks’ as I come.
They stay locked in place as he guides me through every tremble of pleasure that courses through me.
My legs are eased back down to the bed as his fingers slide out of me. All of them get off the bed, removing the rest of their clothes.
Brooks picks me up so I’m lying with my back to his chest as he situates himself against the pillows and the headboard.
“You want more, baby, or do you need a break?” he whispers in my ear.
