Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(75)

Her lips slid all over the crest of his cock, moving down to the stalk and the base before laving back up. They were like butterflies on his sensitive flesh, descending and then flying away again, awakening his senses to her touch.

He groaned when the first swipe of her tongue hit. One teasing lick from her, and he was ready to blow.

"Talk to her. Tell her how you like it," Callum said. "She's only done this once."

Rory groaned. No fucking way could he speak now. He glanced at his eldest brother.

Oliver grinned. "I don't suspect I could talk very much if I were in your position, either. Hold his cock in your hand, Tori."

"Yes," Rory gasped, willing to cede a little control to Oliver. "Do what he tells you to."

He'd spent two years trying to coax his brother back to life. All they'd needed to do was find one woman they all loved and share her. Kink had been the way to get Ollie smiling again. They'd all wasted the last six months, but Rory refused to waste another second.

Tori hesitated.

Rory pulled his head together enough to threaten her. "Or Oliver will spank you good."

"You guys are very quick with the spankings," she said as she gripped him in her small fist.

"You look gorgeous with a pink arse, love." Callum shifted behind her, caressing the flesh he'd flushed with impact. "And you liked it."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Yes, which is why the threat doesn't seem to be much of a threat."

A loud smack blasted through the room. She gasped. Rory felt the delicate hand around his dick tighten.

It felt so fucking good.

No more games. He surged forward, hips thrusting as he pumped his dick against her lips.

"Was that a threat, love?" Apparently, Callum had a tiny streak of sadist.

She moaned and shifted, trying to press her thighs together. "You know it was. It hurt, but now it feels like heat and I like it. Tell me what to do next. Should I suck on the head?"

Her words went straight to his dick. He was fairly certain all of the blood in his body had pooled in his cock and he would pass out at any moment.

"Grip him harder," Oliver commanded. "He won't break."

Pleasure sizzled up his spine as she tightened her hold. Yes, that was what he needed. Her hand began to work his cock.

"Tell me what you want to do, Tori." Oliver's voice turned deep, and Rory wasn't surprised to see his eldest brother shucking his slacks. There was really no more need for clothes between them. "What does instinct tell you to do to that big cock in your hand?"

"Lick it. Suck it into my mouth. I want to know what it tastes like." She stared at his cock and swallowed hard.

"I want that, too," Rory groaned.

Her little tongue peeked out and teased him with a long, slow laving. She dragged it over the head of his dick where pearly fluid already leaked from the slit.

"Lick him all over," Oliver ordered. "Take care of him or Callum will stop what he's doing to you."

Rory looked to his side and found Callum stroking her, rubbing her clit in slow circles. "Is he making you feel good?"

Tori whimpered against him, the sound rolling across his flesh. Rory shuddered as need pooled. His balls drew up. He started to sweat.



       
         
       
        

"If you like it, please me, too." He felt desperate. "Suck me, Tori. Suck my cock and suck it hard."

"If you want another orgasm, you make Rory come and you drink down everything he gives you or Callum will stop what he's doing." Oliver crouched down, drawing closer, watching the scene in front of him with seeming fascination. "You give me a show because I want to watch you. I want to see my beautiful girl sucking a dick and loving it. Can you do that, darling?"

Her reply was to suck the head of his cock right into her mouth. Rory groaned deep in his throat. So good. Her mouth was warm and soft as she worked the head of his cock, inching down, only to suck her way back up.

"Move it in time with your hand. Squeeze him and find a rhythm," Oliver said.

Rory would have clapped Oliver on the back if he hadn't been so damn close to orgasm. His oldest brother seemed to know exactly what he needed from Tori. If he wasn't careful, Rory feared he would come far too soon. The need was right there, and it went beyond mere pleasure. For the first time in his life, he wanted to mark a woman.

He'd been careful with his relationships. He always kept them casual, always somewhat cool. He'd selected women for their beauty and their desire to use him to further their own careers. Always models or actresses. Always women who would move on from him at some point.