Light My Fire

“We can share you,” Wyatt assures her. “Whatever you want. You can have whatever you want, Brooke. We all want you. We’ll… take turns.”

He looks at us as if that was really not what he meant to say and he could use some help here.

Brooke frowns. “Take turns? What does that mean?”

“We’ll all date you,” Luke says. “I’ll take you out one night, then another night you go out with Wyatt, then another with Jackson. Equal time with each of us.”

Okay, that sounds good. Like a decent solution. Yeah, I’m in.

But Brooke is still frowning and chewing on her bottom lip.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, leaning in, forearms on my thighs. “Just tell us what you’re thinking. We want this. Just tell us what you want.”

She looks from me, to Wyatt, to Luke. She takes a deep breath. “To not choose. To not have one of you without the others.”

“That’s what we’re offering,” Wyatt says, sounding confused.

“I mean ever,” she says, clearly frustrated. “I want you all at once, together. Like how it was at the cabin. I loved when we were all together. Watching a movie, cooking and eating dinner, playing poker.” Her cheeks get pink as she clearly recalls how that turned out.

I catch Wyatt’s eye and we share a look. Yeah, we remember too.

It was hot. Sure, I got to take her upstairs in the end, but her stripping down to nothing, Wyatt pulling her into his lap, watching him kiss her, knowing he was watching me kiss and touch her, that was all so fucking hot.

“Can I have you all?” she asks, her voice soft. “Together?”

Luke’s voice is rough when he asks, “Do you mean in bed?”

She nods. “I think so.”

He blows out a breath and shoves a hand through his hair. Then he looks at us. “Well?”

I nod. “Yes. I’m in.” Wyatt and I have done this before. We’ve never had feelings for the girl before. Not like this. But yeah, it’s been fun. This isn’t a problem for me.

Wyatt is a little slower to agree, but finally he nods too. “Whatever Brooke wants.”

Luke pins her with an intense look. “Is that what you want, Angel? All of us at the same time? Touching you? Kissing you?” He pauses. “Fucking you?”

She sucks in a quick breath. She wets her lips. But then she kills me a little when she says, “I want to try it. Can we do that?”

Luke swallows hard. “Yeah, we can do that.”

She looks at me. I nod. “You can have whatever you want from us, sweetheart. You’re calling the shots.”

Finally she meets Wyatt’s gaze.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice husky. “Of course.”

“Come on.” Luke holds out a hand to her.

She reaches out to take it, without hesitation. He starts down the hall to the bedroom.

“You okay?” I ask Wyatt before we follow.

“Yeah,” he says. Then he meets my eyes and says again, “Yeah. Seriously. I’ll do anything for her.”

“You know we care about her, right? We’ll be good to her.”

“I do know that.” He claps me on the shoulder. “Yeah, I definitely know that.”

I’m relieved. “Good.” I grin at him. “Then let’s go blow our girl’s mind.”

He finally lets a grin stretch. “Yeah. Let’s fucking go.”

We enter the bedroom to find Luke kissing Brooke by the foot of the bed.

They’ve both already lost their shirts, and he’s unbuttoning her pants.

“Oh, we’re not wasting time, I see,” I comment, stepping in behind her and stroking my hands down her arms. I love her smooth skin and watching the goosebumps rise up in the wake of my touch.

“I think we need everyone to get down to their underwear and then just get our girl used to having three men touching her at once,” Luke says, dragging his mouth up and down her neck. “Six hands and three mouths are a lot. Might take some adjustment.”

Brooke shivers, her head tipping back, giving Luke more area to kiss. “Yes. God, that sounds so good.”

“And we can all get used to it too,” Luke says. He lifts his head and looks at me, then at Wyatt, who is still standing a couple of feet away, watching. “Might take us all a bit to adjust to watching the others touching you too, Angel.”

She turns her head to look up at me. “Okay.”

Luke strips her pants down her legs, and she steps out of them. I immediately palm her sweet ass, squeezing, and loving how she presses back into my hands.

“Let’s leave her bra and panties on for now,” Luke says. “We’ll just work up to everything slowly.”

“You’ve all seen me naked,” Brooke says.

I move my hands up her sides and cup her breasts through her bra.

Luke gives her a soft look. “Not all of us have seen you completely naked. But,” he says, before she can respond. “Let’s just take it slow. This will be fun.”

I’m surprised that Luke is the one slowing things down. He’s the one who pinned her to the wall and fucked her without even taking her shirt off. But maybe that’s why. He wants to make up for that.

Or maybe it’s just that he’s the natural leader here, and he’s taking that responsibility seriously.

I’m good with whatever. As long as my hands get to be on this girl all night, I’m just fine.

Brooke looks over at Wyatt, and she reaches out. “I need you too,” she tells him.

He takes a deep breath, but comes close, taking her hand. She pulls him in and lifts her face. He leans in to kiss her.

It’s soft and sweet and being this close, watching their lips move against each other’s, makes me feel a strange mix of lust and affection.

“Take your clothes off guys,” Luke says. “Just down to your underwear.”

I shift back, stripping off my shirt, then going to work on my pants. Wyatt does the same, breaking his kiss with Brooke only long enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it. Then he’s kissing her again as he unbuttons, unzips, and shoves his jeans down. He kicks them off, then steps closer to her, cupping her face and deepening the kiss.

Her soft moan makes me run my hands back up her body, cupping her breasts again, toying with her hard nipples through her bra.

The moan is louder this time.

I like that. We’re both making her feel good now.

“Up on the bed, sweetheart,” I tell her.

I love that she responds to my commands as easily as Luke’s. She turns and backs up the one step it takes for her knees to hit the end of the mattress.

Wyatt grasps her waist and tosses her into the middle of the bed.

I crawl up on one side, Luke takes the other, and Wyatt climbs over her, bracing his elbows on either side of her shoulders.

She shivers lightly. “I love being surrounded by all of you.”

Wyatt leans down to kiss her, but I’m grateful for his upper body strength that keeps him up away from her body so that I can stroke my hand over her stomach and up to one breast. “We love surrounding you,” I tell her.

Luke is kissing her shoulder on the opposite side. I can also see that he’s stroking one hand up and down her thigh.

“Wyatt, lift up,” Luke says. “Show Brooke that you’re okay with us touching her.”

Wyatt pushes up until he’s kneeling between her thighs, resting on his heels.

He takes in the sight of my hand covering her breast, thumbing over her nipple, and Luke’s hand on her thigh, stroking up to cup her pussy.

Luke looks up at Wyatt. “Prove to yourself that you’re okay with us touching her.”

Wyatt’s jaw is tight, but he nods. “Make her feel good.”

Luke drags his middle finger over her silk-covered clit and as Brooke gasps, I pinch her nipple.

“Oh, god.” Her voice is soft.

“You like that?” he asks her. “You like having two men touching you at once?”

She nods quickly. “And one watching.”

“How about three touching you?” Wyatt asks, sliding his big palm up her inner thigh as Luke lazily circles her clit and I continue to tease her nipple.

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.

“Not too much for our sweet little virgin?” he asks.

Her cheeks are flushed and her pupils wide. She shakes her head. “Not too much. I want more.”

I lean in and kiss the upper swell of the breast I am teasing. “That’s right. You’re not a sweet little virgin anymore, are you? Have we made you greedy? Did we find your dirty side, sweetheart?”

She’s breathing fast and she nods. “Yes. I think so.”

I latch onto her nipple through the bra, sucking gently. “Have you used that vibrator in the past two weeks? Thinking of us? Thinking of how your three men fucked you so good in that cabin?”

“God. Yes.”

Luke gives a low groan, and he must press harder on her clit, because she gasps his name.

“Let me help.” Wyatt reaches up and pulls the cup of Brooke’s bra away from her breast, baring her nipple to me.

The sweet, hard nub brushes my lips, and I immediately lick over it, then suck hard.

Her soft cry shoots straight to my cock.

Wyatt pulls both cups down beneath her breasts, which bares and lifts them perfectly. Then he reaches for her panties, dragging them down her legs. “I think our dirty girl is ready for some direct contact,” he says.

Luke immediately starts working her clit in faster circles.

“Fuck, Angel, you’re so wet. Are we making you needy?”

“Yes, god,” she says brokenly.

“I’m definitely getting okay with seeing you both touching her,” Wyatt says. “This is fucking hot. Jackson, you should watch two other men with Brooke.”

I lift my head and look down her body where Luke is working her. Wyatt slides his hand up, then slips a thick finger into her pussy.

Her gasp is beautiful.

“Fuck,” I breathe out. “That is hot.” I look at her face. “You like having both of their hands on you? Is that pretty cunt feeling good, sweetheart?”

Brooke seems to be moving a little beyond the ability to speak. Her eyes are shut, and she’s breathing rapidly.

I reach out and brush her hair back away from her face. “Open your eyes, beautiful,” I tell her. “Stay with us. All of us.”

Her eyes open, and she focuses on me. Kind of. She looks a little dazed.

I lean in and kiss her. Her mouth is desperate on mine, her tongue stroking mine hungrily.

I lift my head, staring down at her. “Give her another finger, Wyatt.”

I know when he does because she cries out.

“Suck on her,” Luke commands and I know he means me.

I take one nipple in my mouth and roll the other between my thumb and finger.

“Come for us, Angel,” Luke tells her. “Come apart for your three men.”

A moment later, she cries out, “Oh my god!”

Wyatt groans, “Fuck, yeah. “

“Was she a good girl?” Luke asks.

“Oh yeah, very good.” Wyatt lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

Brooke is quivering between us. Luke rests his hand on her lower belly, fingers spread wide, gliding slowly back and forth as she comes down.

“Beautiful,” Luke says. He leans over and kisses her shoulder then her neck. “Perfect. Such a perfect angel.”

I capture her mouth, kissing her deeply again, my tongue stroking along hers. The way she kisses me back is still hungry, but less frantic now. I stroke her hair, kissing along her jaw. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

After a few more moments, her breathing seems to be evening out.

“Now let’s get you used to touching three men,” Wyatt says. “And I guess the three of us need to get used to seeing your pretty mouth and hand around other cocks.”

That sweet little shiver that is a sign of her desire goes through Brooke as he pushes off the bed and strips off his boxers.

Luke and I follow suit.

Brooke’s eyes move from Wyatt to Luke, then back to me.

Wyatt crawls back up on the bed with her, reaching underneath to unhook her bra and toss it to the floor. He leans in and kisses between her breasts, then down her stomach, over her mound, pausing on her clit and making her moan, before moving to her inner thigh and giving her a little nip before standing again.

“So what do you guys think?”

“I want you all,” Brooke says before any of us can speak.

Luke steps up to the side of the bed and reaches over, brushing the back of his knuckles over her cheek. “What does that mean? What are you thinking?”

“I want you all to fuck me.”

I can’t help but groan as heat punches me in the gut.

Wyatt sucks in a deep breath and Luke’s jaw tightens in that way I’ve come to understand means he’s trying to restrain himself.

Finally, he speaks. “That might be a lot for you in one night.”

She looks at Wyatt, then me. “You both fucked me more than once. Would it be different to have three different guys at once, than one guy fuck me three times?”

I honestly didn’t know that my cock could get any harder, but it does. I am aching.

Wyatt studies her for a moment, and he shakes his head. “Our girl has a point.”

Luke clenches his jaw. Then he strokes Brooke’s cheek again. “Okay, Angel, how about we just see how things go?” he finally says.

She looks up at him, a smile teasing her lips. She looks a little sassy suddenly. “I know that you’ll want to go a little harder than the others, but that’s okay. I can take it.”

My breath lodges in my throat and I stare at Luke. He gets her harder? Why is that so fucking hot to me?

The look Luke is giving her says he wants to consume her.

Holy shit.

“Does that mean you should go first?” I ask him. “Or last?”

Does the super hard fucking need to be first while she’s not too sore? Or last, after she’s been worked over and warmed up?

I squeeze my eyes shut. “I can’t believe I’m thinking the things I’m thinking.”

“Well we have a very dirty girl in our bed, boys,” Luke says. “I think we’re all going to be thinking some pretty fucking hot stuff.”

Brooke doesn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed.

I can’t believe this girl was a virgin two weeks ago.

“Well, if you really think you can take these three cocks, maybe you better get better acquainted with them,” Wyatt says, climbing up on the bed between her legs and fisting his cock. “Why don’t you use that sassy little mouth on Luke’s cock and we’ll see if you deserve it in this greedy pussy?”

I have never heard Wyatt talk like this. The times we have played around with the same girl, it’s been fun, yeah, a little raunchy, sure, but mostly just straight to business. This is next level. Brooke is bringing out a possessive dirty side to these men that either I didn’t know existed or that didn’t exist before her.

Brooke looks up at Luke. “Okay.” She reaches out and wraps her hand around Luke’s admittedly impressive cock. “But you’re going to have to tell me what to do.”

“Jesus, fuck,” Luke mutters. But he sure isn’t pulling away.

He gets on the mattress next to her on his knees. Her hand is still around his shaft and he wraps his hand around hers. “Open, Angel.”

She turns her head fully toward him and opens. He threads his fingers through her hair and then traces the head of his cock over her lips, like he’s putting lipstick on her. His breathing is ragged and his jaw looks as if it’s set in stone.

Slowly, he eases the head of his cock past her lips and over her tongue.

“That’s right. Take me in. Let me feel this pretty mouth.”

He keeps softly coaching her, only letting her take about a fourth, maybe a third, of his full length. Not only is she new to this, but Luke is a big dude. This is going to take a few lessons.

But fuck, we’re all going to enjoy teaching Brooke.

And just like that, I realize that we’re all here together, teaching her, enjoying her, pleasuring her, and no one is having a single problem.

This is going to fucking work.

“Put her hand on your cock,” Wyatt tells me, his eyes on Luke and Brooke. “Keep her hand busy.”

I don’t have to be told twice. I take the hand that’s not gripping Luke, and wrap it around my shaft. My hand over hers, I stroke up and down, the feel of her touching me like this, even with assistance, fucking amazing.

I hear Brooke moan around Luke’s length and look down to find Wyatt settled between her thighs. He’s licking her pussy slowly, leisurely, swirling his tongue around her clit, then sucking lightly. We keep all of this up for several long minutes. But Wyatt lifts his head before she comes.

“I think everybody’s pretty comfortable,” he says, wiping the back of his hand over his wet mouth.

Luke pulls out of her mouth. Brooke’s breathing hard.

“What do you want now, Brooke?” Wyatt asks.

“Someone fuck me,” she pleads. “Please.”

Luke looks at me. Wyatt looks at me.

“No way am I going to argue,” I tell them. “So be sure.”

Wyatt actually chuckles. “Come on. You heard the girl. She needs to be filled up.” He moves out of the way and I crawl between Brooke’s thighs.

“That true sweetheart?” I ask running my hands up her inner thighs, admiring the pink slickness Wyatt left for me. “Do you want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck you first?”

“Please, Jackson. Please.”

“Oh, I love you begging.” I move closer, spreading her thighs wide.

“I need you,” she says.

I look at my two best friends. The way they are watching her, stroking her hair, her stomach, her thighs, the way Wyatt links his fingers with hers, the way Luke kisses her all makes up the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.

I grab the condom Wyatt tosses near my knee. I open it, roll it on, then slide my hands under the backs of her thighs and pull her close as I slide easily into her tight, sweet, hot pussy.

And as her cunt clamps down on me, as she cries out my name when I thrust deep, as Wyatt and Luke hold her and stroke her and tell her how gorgeous and perfect and sweet and hot she is, I realize that I’m never going to get over this.

This is how I want to love this woman from now on.