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Axel

H ot fucking damn. I must have saved a lot of kittens in a past life because this one is perfection.

Did I ever think I’d find pleasure listening to my best friend moan because I’m sucking his cock like a Hoover? Not at all. Do I find his noises just as arousing as Spencer’s? Yes, the fuck, I do.

“God dammit, Axel. Go show our woman some attention. I need a minute to breathe before you suck out my soul.” I chuckle around Miller’s cock as it slides from my mouth. I climb halfway up his body so I can reach Spencer’s amazing tits.

It was torture in the shower having to be a nurturer and not the hormonal teenager that my body wanted me to be, but damn, it was worth it to get to this moment.

As I stare into Spencer’s beautiful blue eyes, a sharp sting radiates across my ass.

“Get off me, you beast.” Miller shakes his hand in the air with a sour face. “Why is your ass so hard?”

“I work out, baby. It’s all the squats I do.”

Tucker rears his arm back and smacks my other ass cheek. His sting is different from Miller’s. The pain is more pleasurable somehow, and I moan.

“Axel?” Spencer’s fingers dance across my cheeks. “Look how turned on you are. You like that, don’t you?” There’s no judgment in her question. It’s honestly not even a question. She can see it. My face is heated, and my heart is racing.

Tucker’s warm breath fans across my shoulder as he comes closer. “We can explore that another time. Right now, this is about our girl.” He’s right.

I take Spencer’s nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the peak. She’s so responsive to all of us. Lincoln moans next to me, and I look over to see Tucker kissing his way down Lincoln’s abdomen while still running his hand up and down Spencer’s thighs. The man can multitask. Miller captures Spencer’s lips, and I feel like my eyes are on sensory overload. I want to watch everyone all at the same time.

I follow Tucker’s idea and kiss down Spencer’s body. When I reach her patch of hair just above my goal, I nuzzle my nose in it. Most women shave entirely, and I thought I liked it. I was wrong. Something about this little patch of hair makes her seem more like a woman. My woman.

“Tails?” Miller releases her lips so she can acknowledge me. “I really want to taste this pussy.”

“Manners, Axel.”

“Sorry, Daddy Tucker. Spencer, may I please taste this gorgeous cunt of yours?” Tucker groans, and I don’t know if it’s because of my statement or the fact he just took Lincoln’s cock into his mouth.

“Yes.” Her response is breathy as Miller worships her tits, but it’s still a yes.

I lower my body the last few inches and widen her thighs to get better access to my prize. Because Spencer Coble is a fucking gold medal.

Her pussy is pink and glistens with her arousal, and I want to dive in and taste her, but I know how long it’s been and how evil her asshole ex was to her. I want her to enjoy every second of pleasure I give her.

I kiss her inner thigh, and she giggles.

“Do it again, Axel.” Miller stares down at me, waiting. I kiss her again, swirling my tongue, and the beautiful sound fills the air. “Okay, now make her moan.”

“With pleasure.” I swipe my tongue from her entrance to her clit, and Spencer sucks in a breath and releases a throaty moan. It’s music to my soul.

“Dream Girl, that was sexy as fuck.” Everyone has their hands on her again. Miller has a nipple, Lincoln has her lips, and Tucker massages her other breast. Spencer is in heaven.

I begin my focus on her clit and try to listen for sounds and watch movement to see what brings her the most pleasure. I want to be the first to taste her come when she explodes. Revel in the thought that I made her fall apart.

I lift a finger to her entrance and carefully draw circles, giving her time to stop me. When she doesn’t, I slowly slide a finger inside, moaning into her pussy at the feel of her warmth surrounding me. She’s hot and wet and feels like silk. I slowly pump in and out, again listening and watching for reactions. She constricts my finger with her pussy walls, and I wonder if she’s getting close.

Gently, I slide another finger in. She’s tight, but her body accepts me beautifully. I don’t think I can decipher what sounds she’s making because of me or them. She’s continuously moaning and whimpering, and it’s intoxicating.

“I…I.” She’s panting now. “I don’t want to safeword, but I need a moment.” I pull back and prop myself on my elbows, staring up her body. With everyone’s hands removed from her, I have an unobstructed view of her face.

“Talk to us, Little Miss.” Tucker rests his head on Lincoln’s stomach and gently runs a hand on Spencer’s arm.

“I don’t want you to think anything is wrong because it isn’t.” She turns her head to the side and looks at Lincoln. “What happened that morning, when you were asleep, it was a fluke.” Lincoln looks at her, confused.

“What do you mean by fluke?”

Her cheeks pinken as she gathers her thoughts. “I don’t…orgasm easily. It’s never been something that comes naturally to me. I know that’s the goal of your desires, but I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

“Little Miss, can you get yourself to orgasm with your hands or a toy?”

“No. I have on occasion, but it’s been rare. I stopped trying because it’s easier not to frustrate myself. I’ve spoken with a therapist before, and she thought I’m just stuck in my head and don’t ever allow myself to relax.” She sighs and closes her eyes. “I want you to know that everything you’re doing feels incredible, but if your end goal is an orgasm, we might need to move on to another activity that’s more suitable for your orgasms, not mine.”

“I like a challenge.” Tucker smacks me upside the head this time.

“You’ve been warned to behave, Axel. Little Miss, you have had an orgasm before, right?”

“I’m not inexperienced to the pleasure the body can experience through release. I understand the mechanics of it.”

“Smithy, that’s not an answer.”

Please, oh please, say you’ve never had an orgasm before. It would be the highlight of every man in this room to be able to own every ounce of her pleasure.

“Well, things were pleasurable with Shane in the beginning. There were highs and lows to my sexual enjoyment.”

Tucker places his hand on her lower abdomen, just above her tuft of hair.

“Have you ever had a tingly feeling that started here and grew? A feeling that turned into tiny little fireworks exploding inside. Maybe your fingers and toes tingled? The sensations took your breath away and made this pretty pink pussy flutter and constrict.” Tucker moves his hand to cup her with his palm.

“Oh.”

Oh ? Oh, what? I need to know. I’m practically salivating to know if she’s ever experienced a true orgasm.

“I’ve never experienced anything quite like that. Except for the morning I was half asleep with Lincoln.”

“Fuck.” Miller buries his head in Spencer’s neck and growls.

“Dream Girl, I’m not sure you realize what you’ve just done.”

She doesn’t. She has no fucking clue. A look at each of them tells me they are just as feral at the thought as I am. All of her pleasure belongs to us. This almost feels like too much power to hold.

“Alright, children. I need y’all to keep it in your pants.” Spencer burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Tucker leans over her and stops inches from her lips. “What’s so funny, Little Miss?”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Spencer so carefree. I love this side of her. She’s letting loose and living in the moment.

“You… you’re the…only one…wearing p-pants.” She barely gets her words out through her laughter. When we all realize what she’s said, the room roars. Tucker is indeed the only one wearing any clothes. It may just be his black briefs, but he has the only “pants” to keep himself in.

“Tails. That’s totally a joke I would make. Am I rubbing off on you? I mean, I’d rather rub on you or rub one off on you, but I’ll take what I can get.” I know it’s coming this time, and grab Tucker’s hand mid-air. I take his index finger and suck it into my mouth. When I hear the low rumble of his groan, I smile, knowing he’s remembering my lips on his cock.