Brown Siblings - 01 Laid Bare (22 page)

“And you like to watch.”

He had to admit it, he supposed. Ben had been his friend for a very long time—if not to him, then to whom? “Yes. I like to watch. She likes to be watched. It works out, I guess. I don’t know what this will be like when all is said and done. But I want to say up front I don’t think you’re a tourist in my relationship. You’re my best friend.” He wanted Ben to understand that.

“Is there anything you don’t want? Ground rules?” Ben’s eyes glittered as they shifted toward the bedroom.

“You wear a condom when you fuck her. She can suck your cock, if she wants, but you can’t come in her mouth. That’s mine. You can’t . . . Nothing sexual if I’m not there. Maybe later, I don’t know, but for now I’m not okay with it.”

Ben shook his head. “Dude, I’d never do that to you. That’s why I’m asking up front. What’s more? That woman in there loves your ass; she’d never do that either. The rest of your rules are fine as long as I can eat that pussy. I take it you have condoms? I have a few on me if you don’t.”

“Eat it to your heart’s content.” Todd grinned. “She loves it when I go down on her. And yeah, I know she’s mine. It’s why I trust you enough to share.”

“Can I top her too?”

Todd wanted to groan at the very idea. “Yeah. Yeah.” His hands shook as he stood and held one out to Ben. “Shall we?”

Ben took the hand and stood. “Hell yes.”

20

Erin had arranged herself three different ways while she waited for Todd and Ben to come in.

Nervous energy had led her to light some candles and turn off all but the lamp next to the bed.

Holy crap, she was going to have sex with two men. Two beyond-hot men, and her boyfriend was the guy who had suggested it.

The day just got better and better. Or she hoped. Ben was hot and hard and totally in shape.

Much more than she was. Lord. Okay, she needed to stop. She was Erin Brown, damn it!

Todd came through the door first and took her in as she knelt on the bed, her hands clasped behind her, resting at the small of her back. He stopped and took a deep breath.

“Christ.” He stood over her just moments later. “You’re so fucking beautiful this way. Every way really, but this . . .” He swallowed and ate her up with his gaze.

She looked at him, smiling. It had been a last-minute thing, deciding to do that, but she remembered the time in her condo when she’d knelt for him; it had done a similar thing to him then.

Ben shadowed the doorway and she moved her gaze to him. The two of them stood side by side, and butterflies settled low in her gut.

“Pierced nipples . . . gorgeous.” Ben’s voice had gone thick and low.

They both seemed to wait for Todd’s lead, which was funny to Erin but still made sense in its own way.

“It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” Todd said, brushing a forefinger over each of her nipples, which were beyond sensitive by that point. She moaned, arching into his touch. “Don’t just stand there, Ben, my girl needs some attention.” Todd spoke, but he never took his eyes from Erin.

Ben moved with a sure grace, pulling his T-shirt off as he did, and she blinked. She’d seen him on the Fourth when they all swam in the lake, and she’d seen him working around the house. She knew he was nicely built, but she’d held back from looking super closely, because he was her boyfriend’s best friend and a girl just didn’t do that. Free to look her fill, she did, gazing from the broad, wide chest to the flat belly and narrow hips.

Her cunt spasmed, still slick and swollen from an evening of erotic torture.

“I’m going to put my mouth and hands all over you, Erin. Is that all right with you?” Ben asked, the bed dipping as he got on. His jeans slung low on lean hips.

She nodded and Todd’s hand slid up to fit around her neck, collaring but not tight. It was enough to sweep pleasure through her like a brisk fire. She gasped and so did he. Each new thing they found together was hotter than the last.

Ben’s thumb traced over a hip bone and then over the tats on her belly.

“Would you like it if both Ben and I topped you?” Todd asked, his lips just barely above Erin’s.

“Yes,” she gasped as Ben’s thumb roved lower, over her labia but not into her pussy.

“Ben, in that box there at the foot of the bed there’s another red box inside.” Erin couldn’t see what Ben was doing, but she knew what was in the red box and shivered in anticipation.

“Ah, very nice.” Ben brought the chain and weighted beads over to her and he and Todd slid them all into place. The thin, silver chain hung attached to the weighted beads on both nipple rings, with one heavier bead in the center of the chain to unite it all. It was beautiful and erotic all at once to be adorned in such a way.

“Perfect.” Todd flicked a finger over her nipple as Ben had gone back to sliding his thumb back and forth over her labia, teasingly. “Undress me.” Todd stood back and she tore herself away from Ben’s touch to follow.

Todd ducked to help her get his shirt off and she leaned in, breathing in the scent of his skin before licking over a nipple and sucking lightly. His hips jutted forward so she moved to the other nipple, scraping her teeth over it while she played her nails over the one she’d just left.

He made a low sound and she kissed down, her hands moving to his jeans and that beloved popping sound.

To her knees where he leaned on her while she helped him from his jeans and boxers. She pressed a kiss at his ankle and then up the sculpted muscle of his calf, at the indentation of his knee, up the hard bulk of his thigh, until she looked straight at his cock.

“Mmm, here I am again,” she murmured, leaning in for a lick.

“I’m not complaining.” Todd smoothed a hand over her hair a moment.

Ben had moved around to watch, and he groaned as she took Todd into her mouth. Each time she pressed forward, the chain and heavier beads on it swung, sending rolls of sensation straight from nipples to clit.

Her gaze snagged on Ben as his hands went to his waistband and slowly undid his jeans. When she caught his eyes, he looked back with a mischievous upturn of his mouth.

“Ah ah ah, keep your eyes here on me, gorgeous.” Ben shoved his cargo shorts and boxer briefs down and his cock sprang free. Her heart sped at the sight of it.

He gave his cock a pump, three times in quick succession and then stepped forward. “Me too.” He tapped her cheek with the head of his cock and she looked to Todd, who seemed pleased she’d checked with him before moving forward.

Two cocks sliding against each other, heads glistening. It was enough to make her want to sigh wistfully at the beauty of it.

Todd nodded and she gave his cock one last swirl of her tongue and moved to Ben’s. His taste was different than Todd’s, the geography of his body different. Alluring, yes. But Todd was preferable. Something about her man called to her in ways no one else ever had.

It was Todd’s hand in her hair, tightening, guiding back and forth on Ben’s cock. She held Todd’s sac in one hand and Ben’s in the other. His dick was short and fat, easily swallowed as she sucked him off. She wondered how it would feel inside her as a wave of excitement hit her, making her slightly dizzy.

Todd pulled back on her hair, stopping her. “Not yet and never in your mouth,” Todd said, his voice taut with desire. If he had any jealousy over what he’d just seen, his cock sure didn’t show any evidence of it. He was hard, so hard his cock tapped his belly. The head glistened with semen, the veins stood out in harsh relief against the skin. Cocks weren’t pretty like breasts, but Erin loved how his looked just then. Utterly masculine and ready to provide the fucking she really craved.

She pulled back with a slight
pop
, looking up at Todd. Waiting.

“What next, do you think, Todd?” Ben asked him.

Maybe they’d start in on each other. Erin could so go for that!

“I got some restraints yesterday. I’ve been hoping to try them out.” Todd held a hand out to her.

“Stand up, honey. Lie on the bed while I get this all ready.” She obeyed, lying on her back and watching as Todd moved to the head of the bed and brought up a tie, attaching a wide cuff to it. Her body shivered.

“An under-mattress rig to attach the cuffs to. One of my favor ites.” Ben watched Todd work.

“I thought so.” Todd took her wrist gently and stretched her arm up to where he was.

“Oh,” she whispered faintly as the leather encircled the sensitive skin of her wrist. He tightened it, but the inside of the cuff was lined. The edge of the leather dug in, but not painfully, just enough to remind her she was bound.

“How’s that feel?” She could hear the tension, the excitement threading Todd’s voice.

“Really, really good.” She managed to speak, but it was a close thing.

Ben moved to the other side of the bed and did the same with her other wrist. “I can tell, gorgeous. Your pussy smells so good my knees are rubber.” Her body arched, arms high above her head. Experimentally, she tugged, but there was very little give. Bound and entirely at Todd and Ben’s mercy. Being bound like this did it for her in ways she hadn’t anticipated. There was a total sort of exhibitionistic sense, being bound there, stretched and displayed to be looked at and desired. Her pussy responded, her nipples tightened and she writhed just a moment.

Todd climbed on the bed, straddling her chest, teasing her mouth with his cock. Erin rocked her hips, seeking
something
, anything. Her cunt needed sensation, needed to be filled. His cock in her mouth, even for teasing thrusts where he let her taste the head for mere seconds before pulling back, was good. But not enough.

Frustrated, she moaned, and both men laughed in that entirely male way.

“Need something?” Todd asked, his voice commanding. He meant to make her beg.

“A cock in my pussy. A mouth on it. Something.” She waited a few beats, but he teased around her lips with his cock, the spice of his pre-come painting them.

Ben knelt next to Todd, their cocks touching as she licked them both. She strained to reach more, but they held back.

“Maybe we should just leave her like this and go get some more ice cream. Watch the game. She doesn’t seem to want it bad enough to say please.” Ben shrugged his shoulders and he and Todd moved off her.

“Please!” she burst out.

“There we go. Ben, eat her pussy. She needs to come and she did ask so very nicely.” Todd’s fingers nimbly removed the weighted beads from the chain between the nipple rings and then the chain itself. “Don’t want to hurt you.” He winked, but his eyes darkened as he turned, both of them watching Ben slide on his belly and push her thighs open.

“Such a pretty, pretty pussy. Slick and hot.” Ben pushed first one finger and then two into her gate. “Tight. Todd, your cock is pretty big. Have you not been fucking this pussy enough or is she just naturally this way?”

Todd chuckled. “My cock is in there every chance I get. Her tight pussy is one of her charms.” He swooped down and kissed her, his tongue feathering her lips right as Ben’s tongue burrowed through the folds of her sex, sending bright bursts of pleasure from mouth to pussy.

Ben ate pussy much like he did everything else—with total commitment. He got about his job, taking it very seriously. She strained, pulling against her cuffs to get more from him, from his mouth.

“Do you know what it does to me to watch you here like this?” Todd’s words puffed into her mouth as he kissed her. “Arms above your head, bound for my pleasure. Your nipples dark and hard because you wore the beads and chain I bought for you. Does Ben’s mouth feel good?” He made her feel so beautiful. Adored. No one had ever come close to making her feel the way Todd Keenan did. She tried to speak but couldn’t. Instead she breathed
I love you
into his mouth and he groaned.

“Take it. This is just the first in what will be many orgasms.” She struggled to keep her eyes open as she rolled her hips into Ben’s face to get more. “Yes,” she gasped.

He broke from her mouth and went to her nipples. She watched, rapt, as he circled first one nipple and then the other with the tip of his tongue.

Her thighs trembled and she gasped as Ben’s thumb, slippery with her honey, slid back and forth across her asshole.

He sucked her clit into his mouth as he gently pressed his thumb into her and she arched up, pulling against the bonds holding her wrists, feeling the edge of the wide leather cuff dig into her wrist. She needed the sharpness of that sensation to hold on as orgasm drowned her senses in pleasure.

In the background she heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. She struggled to get her eyes open just in time to see Todd moving between her thighs, his cock in hand as he lined himself up and thrust into her cunt with one strong push.

Erin was relieved her ankles weren’t bound, so she could wrap her legs around Todd’s waist as he fucked her, giving her exactly what she wanted and needed.

He settled into a slow, deep rhythm, and she knew he’d be at it for some time, simply taking pleasure in their union for as long as he desired. With a smile she moved her gaze from his, settling it on Ben, who knelt nearby, watching the two of them with a smile of his own.

“That must be in dire need of attention.” She indicated his cock.

“If you insist.” He laughed, getting himself situated near enough that she could take him into her mouth without straining too hard against her cuffs.

Todd watched as her tits bounced prettily each time he pressed deep. Felt as if her cunt hugged him all too tightly, not wanting him to leave as he pulled back to retreat, just barely staying inside. He loved the little sounds she made as he did it. Sounds she made around Ben’s cock as his friend slid himself in and out of her mouth.

He had to admit, he had a bit of curiosity about what it would be like to be with Ben in some way. To touch and be touched by another man, one he trusted and loved as he did Ben.

“Whatever you just did to get her to make that sound, do it again,” Ben said, his voice tight. He cradled Erin’s head, holding her so she could get to his cock without straining.

The sight, god, the sight of his woman there, open to his cock, sucking another man off—it churned low in Todd’s gut. He’d never have imagined such a thing would get him off, never could have admitted it to himself, but the beauty of Erin was that she simply accepted him and through that, he accepted himself.