Page 89 of Rule the Night

“Eat her pussy.” The command came from Bram, and when I lifted my head I saw that he was watching us.

I almost fell into his black eyes, heated into a molten lava that threatened to close over my head. His dick was obviously huge, the bulge between his thighs big enough to get my attention even while Poe moved between my legs and Remy teased my tits with his tongue, his lips, his teeth.

“Lay back, little bird.” Poe unfastened the button on my jeans and unzipped them. “We’ve got to get these off.”

I lay back and caught another whiff of leather and sweat from Bram’s jacket under my body. The sun was sinking lower in the sky, signaling the end of the day, but the truth was, I was beyond worrying about whether someone would stumble on us in the orchard.

I lifted my hips so Poe could shimmy my jeans and underwear off my hips. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, a warning blared: this was still a bad idea, an even worse idea than fucking Poe alone.

But that voice was muffled and distant compared to the clamor of my body.

Remy unzipped his pants and stretched out next to me. The shaft of his dick, smooth and hard, pressed against my bare leg.

Poe pushed my thighs apart with a loud exhale. “Jesus, you have a pretty pussy.” He ran his finger through my folds. “So pink and wet.” He shoved his fingers inside me all at once and I moaned in surprise. “So tight.”

I looked between my thighs and saw that he was looking up at me.

Our gazes locked over Remy’s head, and Poe dragged his fingers out, then pushed them inside me again, his eyes still on my face.

“I said eat it,” Bram commanded.

“Relax,” Poe said. “I’m getting there. Let me play. Unless you want to come over here and eat her pussy yourself.”

Bram’s gaze hardened.

I swallowed hard. The thought of Bram between my thighs in any capacity struck me with a mixture of fear and a lust so hot I felt the beginnings of an orgasm between my thighs.

Poe circled my clit with his thumb, his fingers still buried inside me, and I moved my hips, picking up on his rhythm until he removed his fingers with something approximating a growl.

“When you fuck my fingers I get all hot and bothered, and I need to make you come with my mouth before Bram gets pissed and does it himself.”

Remy lifted his head, his eyes glassy with desire. “Maybe she wants Bram to eat her pussy.”

“That right, little bird? You want Bram to come over here and bury his face in this sweet pussy?”

I cut a glance at Bram, whose jaw was so tight I thought he might chip a tooth. I was relieved when Poe didn’t force me to answer.

I didn’t trust myself to lie.

Poe reached over and plucked a ripe apple from one of the bags. He bit into it and let the juice trickle over my pussy, and I felt his hot breath in the moment before he buried his face in my slit, licking the juice from my cunt.

“Fuck me, you’re delicious.” He shoved his tongue inside me and I lifted my hips to meet his mouth.

Remy groaned. “Fuck yeah.”

He went back to sucking one of my tits, drawing it into his mouth while he pinched the other one.

A few seconds later Poe replaced his tongue with his fingers, shoving them inside me again while he made lazy circles on my clit with his tongue.

I moaned, moving my hips, seeking more of the delicious, slippery friction. My orgasm was already rearing its head, pressure building at my center as Poe lapped hungrily at my clit, his fingers plunging through my tunnel.

“You going to come, killer?” Remy asked, lifting his head from my tits.

I couldn’t muster more than a gasp as I writhed on Poe’s face, and when the orgasm took hold, I looked at Bram, watching us as I shuddered under Poe’s mouth.

I couldn’t even close my eyes. I was too mesmerized by Bram, stock-still only feet away, his face as expressionless as it always was in spite of the fact that he was watching one of his best friends eat me out while the other one sucked my tits.

The orgasm washed over me like a flood, leaving me gasping and limp under the apple trees.