Page 113 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers

“Oh my God, Tommy!” Her legs tense and I stop, worried I somehow did it wrong or that I hurt her.

“Are you okay?” I ask in panic.

She nods, her cheeks now flushed. “Very.” She sucks in a breath. “I just didn’t expect that…”

I look at her, acutely aware of my fingers in her tight warmth, of my strained cock in my jeans.

“Come here,” she says, and I think I must’ve really fucked up. “Take your jeans off,” she instructs.

I pull my fingers out of her, looking up at her for a moment before I do as she says. My fingers are wet. Glistening with her juice. I don’t fight the impulse to put both of my fingers in my mouth and lick them, and she groans.

The taste is…slightly sweet but not sugary. I can’t explain it, but it isn’t bad.

I like it.

I slowly unlatch my belt and take my pants off, and I remove my shirt as well, so I’m standing in nothing but my boxers.

“Take your boxers off,” she says, her gaze holding mine in challenge.

I’m aware that I’ve never been naked like this for a woman before, and the thought is both thrilling and terrifying. What if…

What if she doesn’t like what she sees? What if I’m not big enough, or what if she thinks my dick looks weird? What if she takes one look at me and?—

“Or keep them on if you want, it’s up to you,” she says.

And that snaps me out of my anxiety. I slip them off, if only to feel the relief and let my dick bob free.

“Take off your sweater,” I say. “So we’re even.”

She smirks at me and does as I ask. She’s still wearing her bra, so we’re not even, but her breasts look too good in it for me to tell her to take it off.

She sits up and pats the bed. I follow without hesitation, sitting there naked, my dick leaking and hard as a damn rock as she reaches for me. I shudder at her touch, her thumb sliding through my precum.

I think if she keeps touching me, I’m going to come just like this, and that might be embarrassing.

I don’t want to come like that.

I push her hand off and shake my head. “No,” I say and she looks at me in question. “Not like that.”

Her gaze softens as she stops.

“You tell me, Tommy,” she says sweetly, leaning in to kiss me. “You tell me how you want to come and I’ll do it, okay?”

I nod, the borrowed confidence starting to waver, so I know if I want to ask, I need to do it now.

“In your m-mouth,” I say. “While I makeyoucome in mine.”

She tenses, and I worry I’ve said the wrong thing.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Did I?—”

“I um…” She looks away. “No, it’s not you, it’s just…I’ve never done that, because?—”

I look at her in question. “Because what?”

“I mean—” She gestures to herself. “I could suffocate you.”

It takes me a minute to realize what she’s saying, and I raise my eyebrows.