Nursed by Three

gobbles it down like the secret little slut I sense that she really wants to be. “Evan took your mouth?”
I let the words hang in the air, taunting her, teasing her, and then I take the thermometer from her mouth, brushing her bottom lip with my thumb possessively one last time before taking my hand away.
Our eyes are still locked together, her chest heaving, nipples like well-defined little cloth bullets as they thrum with desire.
“So then Bren must have taken you from behind?” I purr, “is that how it went? The two of them on either side of you, you in the middle giving it all away?”
Her pupils are like saucers now, full realization dawning on her face. I nod, with wicked satisfaction.
“That’s right Liza, I know what you did. One look at their faces told me everything I needed to know.”
She’s uncertain now, struggling to read me and praying that it’s leading where she wants it to. But I’m having too much fun to let her off that easily.
“I’m a possessive man, Liza,” I say, pinning her beneath me with my burning hot gaze, “I guard what’s mine with serious fury and I’ve wanted you to be mine since I first laid eyes on you.”
“Lee I…” she stammers, but I cut her off with a smirk, my hand going to her soft jaw again and caressing her neck as I tilt her mouth up towards me.
“Except when it comes to my brothers,” I finish, finally telling her how things really are. “With us three it’s different, we share an uncommon bond. What’s mine is theirs and whatever they claim for themselves…well that’s mine too.”
And then at last I kiss her, tasting that delicious gorgeous little mouth for myself after wanting to for so fucking long.

NINE
 
22:25
Liza
 
When he kisses me it’s like asteroids crashing into the Earth. Flashes of light behind my eyes and a burst of gratified lust so big and wide my pussy clenches with desire under my nightie. I thought what happened earlier had taken me by surprise, but this…
This is just fucking unprecedented…
Lee’s kiss is different from Evan’s or Bren’s. I mean both of them were amazing in how they kissed, Evan so open in his desire for me, Bren so expert in how he teased me with his tongue. But Lee…
Lee’s kiss is all power, all control. A dark, burning need that I’ve never experienced before. From this kiss alone I can tell the man who’s pinning me beneath him with his mouth is the type of guy you could write volumes on. A one in a million kind of deal.
I reach out to touch his chest, both to feel those chiseled contours at last as well as to steady myself, even though I’m the one on the armchair beneath him. But if I don’t hold on to him now, I feel like I’ll just fall right off the edge of the world.
His powerful masculine tongue invades me, claiming me now as his own with so much more fury than even his friends did earlier. He said he’d wanted me since he’d first seen me and I didn’t really believe him—I mean, I was sure he tells that to all the thirsty girls—but now I know it was true. This kiss is the truest thing there is.
“Mmmm,” he growls, pulling back as those blisteringly intense granite-grey eyes burn at me, his gorgeous thin-lipped mouth wet from my own, the facemask now under his chin, just a crumpled sheet of cloth against the perfect tendons of his neck. “I knew it would have to be good by how blasted those guys looked when they came back to me. But shit, your mouth is even better than I dreamed.”
His gloved hand goes to the towel on my hair and he unties it with ease, letting my damp mane spill down around my shoulders before flinging it away. He caresses a strand of my hair as he draws it behind my ear.
“Still wet,” he says, “I bet it’s not the only thing…”
And this time I’m the one who kisses him, needing to feel that mouth again, that tantalizing tongue. He doesn’t disappoint, giving it back to me twice as hard as his male deliciousness fills my lips. He has to pull me off him to get me away.
“Ah ah ah,” he smiles, as my heart pounds in my chest and my pussy aches to be filled by him, “unlike my friends I like to take my time. I like to savor when I have something special in front of me. And you, Liza you’re more special than even you yourself realize.”
He steps back to pull his t-shirt off with one arm, the powerful V of his elbow stretching over him as his rippling chest and perfect abs reveal themselves to me at last. I see crisscrosses of tiny and faded long-ago scars all over his flesh and I remember some of what Bren and Evan told me earlier about how hard they had it growing up. Once again, I’m certain that whatever Lee’s story is it could fill entire libraries.
“The truth is Liza,” he growls down at me, jaw clenching with self-control, “you’ve had my eye from the very beginning. I could see what others can’t because they never had to. You know what it means to have to fight for every good thing you’ve ever had. You know what it means to pull yourself up when no one else is there to do it for you.”
My mouth is open, panting, eyes practically bulging from their sockets. I can barely process his words as I look up at him, that marble statue physique, the rust colored nipples on pecs as hard as steel. And down that smooth contoured stomach to the huge bulge behind his scrubs. I can