Page 127 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers

I glance back up at Tommy and Nora, who are already halfway undressed and making their way to the couch, their clothes strewn across the room like breadcrumbs, leading to a most delicious sight.

Nora with her back arched over the arm of the sofa as Tommy spreads her legs wide, diving into her like he’s starving.

I smirk because the sight alone is…

Well, I guess it’s safe to say he’s figured out some things, and by the sounds escaping her, he’s doing a pretty good job.

“How far should we let them go?” I ask Freddie.

Freddie smirks at me. “Question is how long will you be able to stand not being the center of attention?”

I wrinkle my eyebrows at him. “I do not need to be the center of attention,” I say.

Freddie removes his shirt and tosses it over the counter. “Then prove it.”

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Stay right here and watch,” he says. “Don’t move from this spot until I tell you to.”

I turn my gaze back to Nora and Tommy, and my mouth falls open.

“Freddie…”

“What?”

I clear my throat. “You were saying…”

When he turns, I know he sees the same thing I do, and neither of us can look away.

Because Tommy’s face is no longer buried in Nora’s pussy.

But his dick is.

The two of them are tangled together, mouths and limbs, as they fall over the arm onto the couch.

I pop the button on my jeans as Freddie lets out a curse, and then I see him move.

I panic for a moment, worried this scene has triggered him in some way. Tommy tenses when he gets near, but he doesn’t vacate her. Freddie sets a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, and I can’t make out what they’re saying. But a second later, all three of them look my way. I’m well aware of how I must look—my hand in my pants as I watch my brothers with my girlfriend. Our girlfriend.

I’ve been in plenty of sharing scenarios, but never one like this. I don’t think there’s an instruction manual for this type of situation.

A moment later, Nora smiles as her gaze flits to my hand.

“Don’t you want to feel the rush?” Freddie says, smirking at me.

“Yes,” I say as I slide my pants to the ground. My head is hazy from my drinking but also this strange tension forming in the air right now.

Tommy pulls her up, and she wraps her legs around him. Once more, he devours her mouth.

Freddie gets behind her, and I watch as he slowly unbuttons his pants and pushes them down, freeing his cock.

“You hear that, baby?” Freddie purrs. “I think your little boyfriend wants to watch you come.”

I groan as I find my cock, hard and wet.

Freddie holds my gaze.Stay here. Watch.

It’s what he told me to do, and I want to listen. I really do. But I also crave to be close to her.