Page 55 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats

“Fuck me. I’m such an idiot,” he growls loudly.

His forehead lands on my bare stomach. I can still feel him fiddling with the tie at my waist, even though I’m pretty sure he can’t see it right now.

I can’t help the giggle that slips free. His head snaps up, and he points a single finger at me. “No, no laughing. This is serious.”

My head falls back to the cool marble. My hand covers my mouth to keep myself from laughing.

Or at least laughing out loud. He’s really cute when he’s all flustered like this.

“Is everything okay?” Austin’s sleepy voice comes from the living room.

“Oh….Oh…” Conrad says at nearly the same time.

I tilt my head in their direction, finding them both standing on the edge of the living room, staring at us.

“Do you need some help over there?” Conrad asks, trying not to laugh at his brother’s predicament.

“No, you assholes stay the fuck over there,” he says, pointing at both of them. “I may have put this chastity belt in place, but mark my words, I will get it off.”

He steps away from me and grabs a pair of scissors from the butcher block.

“Say bye-bye to your sweatpants, Austin,” he says a moment before snipping through the tie.

The string is tugged free from the pants altogether and set on the opposite counter along with the scissors.

“Sorry for the delay, baby girl,” he says, grinning down at me. “Back to regularly scheduled programming now.”

He kisses up the inside of one of my thighs and then the other. I see motion out of the corner of my eye, and Brooks stands up, looking at the guys.

“Both of you have been with her already. By yourselves, I might add,” he tells them. “I will normally be the sharing-is-caring guy, but right now, she’s mine.”

This side of him ishot.

“This is going to be one-on-one until I make her come twice. Then it can be a team sport.” He stares at them until they nod, leaning against the back of the sectional.

Seeming satisfied, he focuses all his attention back on me. “How about I get to work on those orgasms?” he tells me with a devious smirk.

Yes, please.

He moves my legs, so my heels are pressed to the edge of the counter. He presses them slightly further apart, so my pussy is spread out before him.

His eyes dart between my pussy and my eyes… one… two… three times before his tongue laps at my clit.

I groan, arching into his face. He expertly laps circles around my clit, building me higher and higher.

One of his fingers starts to tease with my opening, swirling in time with his tongue. He slides one, then two fingers inside of me.

My own fingers wind into his long strands, holding him right where he is. His tongue starts flicking my clit from side to side, and I feel the orgasm barreling toward me.

His fingers press at just the right spot, and I lose it. I moan and writhe against him as he continues to slide them in and out of me, his tongue leisurely lapping at me until I lie limp.

He leans over me, kissing my lips. I can taste myself on him. It’s dirty and naughty, and I love every second of it.

“That’s one,” he says with a wink. He steps back, letting his pants fall to the ground with much more ease than mine did earlier.

He must know where my mind is because his eyes narrow on me. “Not right now, woman. I’m about to fuck you and make you come… again. So I’d be quiet if I were you.”

I grin at him.Who knew sex could be this fun?