Nursed by Three

hands, the muscular wrists disappearing under their sleekness like they’re carved out of marble.
The thought of feeling the tips of his fingers as he runs them over my skin sends a visible shiver down my spine…
“I know Evan and Bren, called over earlier,” he says, “or at least they should have anyway, those two knuckleheads could get distracted in a daydream. So I thought I’d stop by myself before getting back home just to make sure.”
So then he hasn’t seen them yet? He doesn’t know?
Lee just stands there beside the counter, hands relaxed at his sides as those intense, smirking grey eyes still hold me in place. Why do I get the feeling that I’m being set up for something here?
“Um, yes, they did,” I say, heart pounding in my chest as I struggle to keep my eyes on his face and not on that deliciously broad and well-defined chest of his. At this point even the t-shirt he’s wearing is practically cumming buckets just from being so close to his skin. “They told me what happened with Al.”
Lee sighs and shakes his head. “Fucking Al,” he says, “if only we’d been here to set him straight this week…”
I nod in wonder at how fast everything has happened with this thing. It seems like only a few days ago when people on TV were saying it was nothing to worry about and now it’s like the entirety of society is coming to its knees. But then again, I can think of a reason or two to come to my knees myself right now…
I bite my lip, trying to fight back my own selfish desires from rising any further.
“Well as long as you’re ok,” Lee says, “that’s the main thing right now. I trust my pals took every precaution with you, suited and booted with the gloves and all?”
I glance to the floor sheepishly at the thought of how close we’d all gotten when Bren and Evan had me shuddering in ecstasy between their huge powerful naked bodies. I can’t even respond…
“Anyway, I better check your temperature just to be sure,” Lee says and when I look back up at him, at the heat and enjoyment I see in his eyes, part of me feels sure that he’s toying with me right now—that he knows everything. The whole sordid fucking adventure…

EIGHT
 
22:10
Lee
 
I’ve got her right where I want her…
Poor little Liza is still trying to figure out whether I know about her and Evan and Bren. I can see on her face that she’s jumping from one possibility to the other as her eyes widen even further and her pulse hops at her sexy little throat.
Even in her nightie with her hair tied up in a towel, this chick is the hottest little honey I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I take out a thermometer wrapped in plastic from my pocket and then tear it easily between my fingers. I watch those emerald-and-chestnut eyes of hers widen even further as she follows the movement of my fingers. Behind my mask my dark smile gets stronger. Why I’d bet before tonight Liza was even more sexually frustrated than we were after more than two weeks running on the job. Just how long had it been for her before my horny buddies came down here and gave her what she’d been craving so, so badly?
But that pleasure should have been all mine. All week my cock had been thrumming at the thought of finally taking her and those bastards got there first. So now is when I get to make it up for it.
“Say ah…” I growl as I reach up with one gloved hand to softly take her by the chin.
Her entire body shivers at my touch, surrendering to me like she knows she’s belonged to me all along, and under my scrubs my cock is already bulging.
Can she see it?
Does she know how hard I am right now?
I don’t care if she can. In fact I want her to know just what she does to me. Maybe then she’ll understand how big a deal it was that I didn’t get to claim her first.
I brush my thumb against her bottom lip, holding her chin firmly in place as I place the thermometer on that soft delicious tongue. I can already see the flush in her cheeks, the vitality of her lips as they fill up with blood, and I’m certain I’m not the only one who’s extremely turned on right now.
“Did Evan and Bren, do this for you too?” I grunt, enjoying the panic in her eyes as she decides on the spot which lie to tell.
“Uh-huh,” she nods, still entirely in my grip, my tool in her mouth so intimately invasive.
“Oh really,” I smile, peering directly into her eyes. “and which one of them was it? Was it Evan or Bren who put it in your mouth?”
Her green-flecked eyes practically bulge at the double meaning and her chest is visibly heaving under her faded old nightie t-shirt. The soft outlines of her nipples poke out towards me. She’s not wearing a bra under there, just a thin layer of cloth between those delicious perky breasts and my hungry hands. I bet she’s not wearing any panties either…
“Evah…” she tries to say around my thermometer and I smirk at how utterly compromised I have her right now. She couldn’t get out of this even if she wanted to.
For a moment I don’t say a word, just penetrate those gorgeous little eyes with my own, until I’m certain she can’t take it any longer.
“Evan did?” I say, the hot flush of jealousy searing me as the strangely enticing image of my best friend feeding the girl of my dreams with his manhood flashes in my thoughts…all while she greedily