They worked quickly and efficiently as a team and in only a minute, Mason had me in his arms and out the door. As the men's boots crunched through the deep snow, I thought about what they'd said about Robert, Andrew and Ann. Ann's needs came first. They took care of her before anything else. They'd stopped in the middle of a conversation to help ease the engorgement of her breasts. Nothing, and no one else, mattered. It was a very appealing concept to me. No one, ever, saw to my needs first. No one had ever cared for me. The love I saw in the trio was heart warming and heart rending, for I knew now what I'd been missing.
BRODY
Laurel had panicked. She'd been aroused, there was no question about that but perhaps we pushed her too far, too fast. The Mohamiran customs definitely required some adjustment of thought. Perhaps something else was on her mind that had upset her. Until we stripped her bare, physically and mentally, so we knew all of her, we could not help her. Instead of putting her down in the doorway to remove his coat and boots, Mason carried her directly up the stairs and into his bedroom, placing her on the bed. Gently. Carefully.
I followed directly, both of us shrugging out of our outerwear to sit on either side of her. We worked the blanket from around her to reveal her luscious body, Mason's shirt riding high on her thighs.
She tugged at the material but we stilled her hands. Her green eyes flared with a mixture of anger and trepidation.
"What has you so upset?" I asked, running my hand up and down her silky thigh.
"I...I don't like to be seen like that," she murmured. "I've never even shown my ankle in public before and it was too much."
"We appreciate your honesty." Mason gave her a small smile. "You enjoyed listening to Ann with her husbands. Your body never lies."
Her cheeks turned pink at his words.
"Perhaps, but I don't like to share that...with others." She pushed the bottom of the shirt between her legs and kept them there. It was like a shield, protecting her virtue as best she could. We'd already taken it—her virtue, not her virginity—so it was just a show of modesty. We let her keep it. For now.
"You didn't like knowing the other men found you so beautiful?"
She turned her head away from me at my words.
"A woman's needs come first, sweetheart. We do not want you upset, therefore we will ensure you are more modestly covered from now on. Know this, we will not share you with the others. Ever," Mason vowed. He pried her fingers from her shirttails. "Your body will be for us alone."
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Starting at the bottom button, he worked the shirt open, revealing first her pussy, then her navel, and then the swell of her full breasts. When he parted the two sides, she sat there between us on full display.
"So beautiful, sweetheart. Lay back," I murmured, gently pushing on her shoulders so she fell back onto the bed. She was skittish, fearful even. It was our fault she was this way, not realizing her modesty was stronger than her arousal. Therefore, it was our job to fix it. I slipped from the bed and knelt on the floor. Grabbing her behind the knees, I tugged her toward the edge of the bed. Lifting one leg, then the other, I placed them over my shoulders.
Laurel came up on her elbow to look at me. Her green eyes were wide, confused. "Brody, what are you doing?"
"Tasting you." I didn't say more, just parted her with my fingers, lowered my head to her pussy and licked her there. Her folds were slick and she bucked at the slightest touch of my tongue. Working my way upward, I easily found her hard clit.
"Brody!" she cried when I flicked it. Again and again. Her fingers went into my hair, tangled in it, pulled on it, pulled me into her. Mason took hold of her right knee and placed it on his lap, opening her even wider for me.
We'd agreed to keep her pussy empty, but it didn't stop me from circling the very tip of one finger around the opening, teasing her. The combination had her thrashing on the bed.
"Do you like having your pussy eaten? Do you like how Brody makes you feel? Oh, yes, you like your nipples tugged, don't you?" Mason had moved his hands so he plucked and worked her nipples, only adding to the level of stimulation.
Her heel dug into my back as she screamed her release, so easily brought to climax. Her pussy clenched down on the tip of my finger as if it wanted to pull it in, desperately needing to be filled. Her juices seeped onto my hand. She was so hot as I continued to lick, to suck on her tender flesh until her muscles relaxed and she lay there panting, trying to catch her breath.
I kissed her thigh as I sat back on my heels, taking a hold of her ankles and placing her feet on the very edge of the bed. I glanced at Mason and I nodded. He stood and went to the dresser, bringing back the hand carved butt plug and jar of ointment. We switched places, Mason moving between her spread thighs, getting a very direct view of her needy pussy.