They all had their weaknesses with one another, things that drew them into each other, one after another until they had tumbled together in a burst of sexual tension. For Sam and Liam, it had been an obvious step. They had known each other for years on the streets of New York City and their fast friendship quickly made a leap into the unknown. Neither married or seeing anyone serious at the time, Liam’s cuddly nature and doting sensibility had drawn Sam in. A few bottles of alcohol was all it took for Liam’s arm across his shoulders to pull him in with a soft, questioning kiss which turned into a tumble into Sam’s uncomfortably small bed. Their wives knew, of course; it wasn’t as if they were secretive about it when they began the marriage and kids phase of their lives. Their partners were a little warier when it came to adding on the rest of the gang, but it took them a moment of watching them all to realize that their husbands, the fathers of their children, needed this, needed them. Taliesin and Matt had been dallying in this sort of thing for years. Tal and his unwavering bisexuality had discovered that sometimes, OCD Matthew Mercer needed to let go. Tal helped him let go for years until Marisha entered the picture with a blinding sunbeam. Then there was a stupid awkward dance around what Matt needed from his Tal and the love he had for Marisha until finally Sam and Liam and Travis had locked the three drunk idiots in a bedroom and they worked it out. Matt had two hands to guide him and Tal and Marisha loved each other even more. And sometimes they used their flirting to distract Matt just enough to slip his words up or to drop a dice badly. It was a win-win situation for everyone really. Laura and Travis were a pair when they arrived in L.A., but there was no secret among friends that they were open to adding a person every now and again. Which was how the light of their lives, Ashley Johnson entered the picture. Laura once said that she’d sing sonnets about Ashley’s tongue, then tried it once, drunkenly, until Ashley shut her up. Travis and Ash were perfect counterparts in the quest to calm Laura. Large hands and a sweet smile that played on soft lips were sometimes everything that Laura needed. Sometimes. Which is how Laura became Liam’s moon. Liam would do anything to make Laura laugh or smile and anything to please her. Travis found it endearing and he benefited from the Liam’s need to please Laura more than once. It was Sam that was the hiccup. Sam knew he wasn’t 100% straight (he had Liam to thank for that), but he didn’t know if it was just Liam or if it was others. He struggled with it for a while, until the Big Man cornered him at their Halloween party years ago, pinning him against the wall and sucking bruises into his neck with whispered promises of what his hands could really do to him. If Liam’s soft spot was Laura, Travis’ was Sam. Only Sam could taunt Travis about the Redskins and get away with it. There was a reason that they were positioned on opposite sides of the room on Thursday nights, a reason that included Travis teasing Sam under the table during a practice run at Laura and Travis’ while getting his lips on any exposed piece of skin that Sam had showing. Matt had lost control of his concentration ten minutes in. Travis’ adoration with Sam and Liam’s long-term love affair with Sam grated Laura for a bit. She purposefully pushed his buttons in the beginning. She would drape herself over Liam while staring daggers at Sam as Liam’s attention would hone in on her. Any time Travis began to gravitate towards Sam, she’d distract him with her lithe hands and promises of what she knew got him going. It came to an explosive head one drunken night, just months before their first game together, and Sam and Laura both walked away bruised, limping, and satisfied in ways they hadn’t experienced before. Things were calmer after that, but their jealously flared up often and they were the centers of practically every fight that they had. Sam doesn’t think twice when Laura is crying in his kitchen and he is the cause. He kisses her, tasting her favorite merlot on her lips and the biting taste of vodka on her tongue. She had obviously prepared before slinking into his house. He braces himself for her to shove him away like she often did when she was mad at him. But she doesn’t. Instead, her hands scramble against him, pulling him in by the shoulders and deepening the kiss with a swipe of her tongue. His hands bury themselves into her hair, gripping onto the dark locks as if his life depends on it. Laura lets out a whine as Sam’s quick tongue follows its favorite map around Laura’s mouth, nipping at her bottom lips as he draws back. “I’m never leaving you Laura,” Sam whispers, overpowering the whimper that she lets out at the lack of lips on her. “I’m yours. My soul is bonded to you forever. I-” “Stop talking,” she growls and surges forward. Sam, not expecting the movement, stumbles backwards. He braces himself, anticipating hitting the floor, but is surprised to have his back meet the thick, muscled chest of Travis Willingham. It was Sam’s turn to groan, as his ass collides with Travis’ jean-clad hard-on. A tanned, thick arm weaves around his waist as Laura’s lips dance over his and her hands move to his hips in a trail of nails. “Listen to the lady, Sam,” Travis growls before his lips begin an exploration of Sam’s jawline. Sam can feel his head start to spin as Laura’s lips leave his and began their own trail to mirror her husband’s. It’s really difficult to stand between the wedded pair; the gorgeousness of their angles in their frames is matched in their reverence to whomever is before them. Even in plain conversations they are focused on their counterparts, their eyes bright and searching, their bodies leaning in. Being in between them, with two sets of matching bands pressing into skin is just… “Fuck,” Sam moans out, hands moving to bring Laura’s hips in line with his. She matches his groan and pushes against him, forcing him further into Travis, who responds by biting down on Sam’s weak spot underneath his ear. “Isn’t that the prettiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen?” Taliesin’s voice flits into his ears. Sam opens the eyes that he hadn’t realized he had closed and glances to the breakfast nook. The sight before him almost makes his knees give out if it wasn’t for Travis’ firm grip on his waist. Marisha is gone from the table and judging by Matt’s posture, is underneath it and working her magic on her fiancé. Taliesin has clamped down on Matt’s left wrist and is leaning into him, the slightness of Matt’s figure making Tal seem much larger. Ashley’s hands had gone from soothing to commanding, left hand in a vice-grip in Matt’s hair and her right is clamped firmly down on his neck and jaw to keep him staring straight at the sight in front of him. Her teeth are scraping over the long column of his throat, red beginning to blossom on his pale skin. Liam has Matt’s other wrist and is staring, open-mouthed and wantonly at the trio in front of him. “Bet you wish you were in the middle of them, don’t you?” Taliesin murmurs. Matt’s resounding groan echoes off of the tile floor, making Sam match his groan as the husband and wife team suck harder at Matt’s noise. “I bet you’d be good for them just like Sam is.” “I can be good,” Matt nods as best as he could under Ashley’s firm hold. “You are good,” Ashley coos into his skin. “So, so good, Matthew.” “You guys are…fuck…going to be the death of me, God Laura!” Sam’s voice hitches as Laura grinds her teeth into the exposed part of his collarbone. “Then you’ll die a happy man,” Travis’ laugh rumbles through his chest and into Sam’s back. He pulls his lips away and gives a little push on his shoulder. “You owe the lady an apology, Sam.” Sam drops to his knees, brain submitting to Travis and Laura instantly. This wasn’t the first time the pair of them have ganged up on him, and he was praying that it wouldn’t be the last. Laura is breathing heavily, staring down at Sam as her husband places both hands on the older man’s shoulders. “How’d you want him babe?” Travis asks. Laura ponders for a moment and just before she could say a word, Matt curses loudly and moans in a high pitch. The trio glance to the group seated around the table to see Ashley’s arm trailing down to where loud slurping noises were sounding. Laura’s eyes flash and she grins back to her husband. “Clear the table Liam,” she orders, her voice falling into her dominant voice, one that always sounds too close to Vex, Sam thinks as a shudder runs through him. Sam doesn’t move his head as he hears the scrambling of blunt nails on the wood and the scraping of the salt and pepper shakers. He continues to stare up at Laura, who yanks Travis in by the front of the shirt and is making out with him as if he isn’t even there. After a cough from Liam, Laura pulls away and is obviously satisfied by whatever Liam has done, moving away from Sam with a smirk and a nod to Travis. Travis hauls Sam up by his shirt collar to a standing position and turns him so that he could watch where Laura is heading. Sam doesn’t realize that the whine he hears has come from him until after Laura is straddling Liam’s waist and grinding down into him. Liam’s head drops back with a deep groan as Laura begins kissing her way up his neck. Matt is watching Liam and Laura now with eyes wider than a scared NPC’s. He makes a strangled sound as Ashley’s arm flexes and Marisha groans. Laura begins whispering to Liam, her tone echoing even though he couldn’t hear her words over the jealous blood thumping into his ears. Liam locks eyes with Sam, pupils blown with lust and need and Laura. Sam twitches in Travis’ hold, wanting to be the cause of that look and to kiss the need off of his face. Liam nods to whatever Laura has said and she yanks his lose hair to meet his lips in a kiss. “Look at them, Sam” Travis leers, chin digging into his shoulder so his lips could be grazing the shell of his ear in a taunt. “Look at how good Liam is for her. Letting her control him and giving her everything.” Liam makes a noise as his hand roams underneath Laura’s shirt. Sam understands Liam’s plight. It was one thing to be kissing Laura Bailey; it was another thing to be kissing Laura Bailey while Travis Willingham narrates the whole thing. “He’s so faithful to her,” the voice in his ear continues. “Whatever she wants, he’ll give her.” Liam yanks the flowy, dark shirt over her head to expose her dark purple, lacy bra. Sam and Liam’s duet of groans make Travis laugh again and Laura beam. It is their favorite set on her. Liam’s hand plunder her breasts, squeezing and thumbing her nipples through the thin fabric. “I bet he could get her to come before you could,” Travis teases. “You know how sensitive she is.” Laura cries out as if to confirm Travis’ statement. “I bet Liam could get her to come just like that.” Liam’s hips buck up into Laura’s as his lips latch onto the exposed skin. “Just from suckling her like that.” “Travis, please,” Sam says, hips pushing forward for some sort of friction. “It isn’t me you have to ask,” Travis tsks. “You know that.” “Laura, please,” Sam’s voice is tight and crackling as Travis began to nip at his weak spot. “Fuck. Laura, please let me-fuuck,” he groans. “Maybe this should be your punishment,” Laura gasps, throwing her head back as Liam yanks a cup down and wraps his lips around her dark, hardened nipple. “God, yes!” her hand tightens and Liam groans against her. “You have to watch me with him. Just…shit…watch him please me, be good for me, fuck me.” “Don’t come Matthew,” Taliesin orders, as Matt cried out. “You’re not allowed to come until Laura comes.” Matt squirms, hands still pinned by Liam and Taliesin. “Laura,” Sam whines. “I don’t think you can be as good as Liam,” she purrs, head still thrown back. Liam acknowledges the praise with a tug of her nipple between his teeth. “I can,” Sam gasps. “I doubt it,” she opens her eyes and straightens up to look at him. “Let me prove it,” Sam says, knowing what this power play is all about. “Let me show you.” “What do you think Liam?” she cards her fingers through his hair as his mouth moves to her other exposed nipple. “Just like that, baby.” She moans again and its mirrored in Matt who can’t take his eyes off of them. Ashley is grinning next to Matt, licking her lips as she looks between Laura and Liam and Sam. “Think your Sammy can be good for me. Prove himself to me?” Liam pulls off of her with a pop and blinks up at her hazily. “He can certainly have at it.” Laura rewards him with a fierce kiss that goes on far too long for Sam’s liking. Liam moans and thrusts upwards to meet Laura’s hips makes Sam’s own jut forward before grinding back onto the thick cock behind him. The sucking sounds from under the table are mirrored in Travis’ beard searing its way across his skin and his teeth marking him. He’s going to look like he took a beating for sure. Laura finally separates herself from Liam and scoots up onto the table. “Have at it then,” she challenges, leaning back on her elbows as her legs dangle off of the table. Travis steps away as soon as his wife’s legs spread for Sam. The loss of Travis’ intense body heat and the sight of Laura spread out on his breakfast table makes him stumble forward and drop to his knees. His hands shake as he pops the button on her jeans and its made worse as Liam leans down and began to bite at Laura’s hips. Sam makes quick work of her jeans, yanking them down her legs to show off the deep purple lace that is already soaked with her juices. He wants to take his time, show her how sorry he really is, but the sight of Matt moving forward to kiss her upside-down and Liam’s lips continuously moving over her abdomen, Sam knows he won’t be able to stand it. He leans up and mouths at her mound through the lace, groaning loudly at the heat and dampness of her. He brings his right hand up and lets his fingers drag torturously against her folds. “Don’t be a fuckin’ tease,” Travis says, moving up behind him. His thick legs bracket Sam’s torso and it makes him feel boxed in and fuck it’s so good. Sam pushes aside the dark, damp lace and drags two fingers across her folds, watching in fascination as her body arches on the table. When he pushes a finger into her, long and lanky piano-playing fingers, she tenses and groans so loudly he’s sure that the neighbors will hear. Travis’ cock throbs against his head, and Liam and Matt are moaning too. She’s so wet that his middle finger easily joins his index on the next stroke and he’s soon beaconing his fingers to her pleasure. “Oh God, Sam!” Laura cries out, her body tensing already. She’s tightly coiled and wanting to burst, he can feel it in the way her walls ripple around his fingers. “Do better,” Travis growls, shoving his head forward to inhale the delicious scent of her. Sam removes his fingers to toss the panties at Matthew, getting a groan in response and a wink from Taliesin. Sam buries his face into Laura’s sweetness, tongue seeking out her clit. He’s rewarded when he finds it, a loud whine from her and a tight squeeze around his fingers as her legs come up around his ears. He sucks greedily on her clit, trying to pour out his apology between finger strokes. He directs his tongue down and trades of the position of his fingers and his tongue and is rewarded with a moan. But it isn’t from Laura, but from Liam. He looks up to see Liam staring, open-mouthed and hungrily at him. As he licks and slurps at her, he glances around; Ashley and Tal are kissing in front of Matt who has Laura’s panties shoved into his mouth as his eyes flit between the two scenes in from of him. Laura is holding Matt’s wrists now and arching off of the table as she moans, the pitch getting higher and higher as she spins towards desire.
Re: Pause
For Sam and Liam, it had been an obvious step. They had known each other for years on the streets of New York City and their fast friendship quickly made a leap into the unknown. Neither married or seeing anyone serious at the time, Liam’s cuddly nature and doting sensibility had drawn Sam in. A few bottles of alcohol was all it took for Liam’s arm across his shoulders to pull him in with a soft, questioning kiss which turned into a tumble into Sam’s uncomfortably small bed. Their wives knew, of course; it wasn’t as if they were secretive about it when they began the marriage and kids phase of their lives. Their partners were a little warier when it came to adding on the rest of the gang, but it took them a moment of watching them all to realize that their husbands, the fathers of their children, needed this, needed them.
Taliesin and Matt had been dallying in this sort of thing for years. Tal and his unwavering bisexuality had discovered that sometimes, OCD Matthew Mercer needed to let go. Tal helped him let go for years until Marisha entered the picture with a blinding sunbeam. Then there was a stupid awkward dance around what Matt needed from his Tal and the love he had for Marisha until finally Sam and Liam and Travis had locked the three drunk idiots in a bedroom and they worked it out. Matt had two hands to guide him and Tal and Marisha loved each other even more. And sometimes they used their flirting to distract Matt just enough to slip his words up or to drop a dice badly. It was a win-win situation for everyone really.
Laura and Travis were a pair when they arrived in L.A., but there was no secret among friends that they were open to adding a person every now and again. Which was how the light of their lives, Ashley Johnson entered the picture. Laura once said that she’d sing sonnets about Ashley’s tongue, then tried it once, drunkenly, until Ashley shut her up. Travis and Ash were perfect counterparts in the quest to calm Laura. Large hands and a sweet smile that played on soft lips were sometimes everything that Laura needed. Sometimes. Which is how Laura became Liam’s moon. Liam would do anything to make Laura laugh or smile and anything to please her. Travis found it endearing and he benefited from the Liam’s need to please Laura more than once.
It was Sam that was the hiccup. Sam knew he wasn’t 100% straight (he had Liam to thank for that), but he didn’t know if it was just Liam or if it was others. He struggled with it for a while, until the Big Man cornered him at their Halloween party years ago, pinning him against the wall and sucking bruises into his neck with whispered promises of what his hands could really do to him. If Liam’s soft spot was Laura, Travis’ was Sam. Only Sam could taunt Travis about the Redskins and get away with it. There was a reason that they were positioned on opposite sides of the room on Thursday nights, a reason that included Travis teasing Sam under the table during a practice run at Laura and Travis’ while getting his lips on any exposed piece of skin that Sam had showing. Matt had lost control of his concentration ten minutes in.
Travis’ adoration with Sam and Liam’s long-term love affair with Sam grated Laura for a bit. She purposefully pushed his buttons in the beginning. She would drape herself over Liam while staring daggers at Sam as Liam’s attention would hone in on her. Any time Travis began to gravitate towards Sam, she’d distract him with her lithe hands and promises of what she knew got him going. It came to an explosive head one drunken night, just months before their first game together, and Sam and Laura both walked away bruised, limping, and satisfied in ways they hadn’t experienced before. Things were calmer after that, but their jealously flared up often and they were the centers of practically every fight that they had.
Sam doesn’t think twice when Laura is crying in his kitchen and he is the cause. He kisses her, tasting her favorite merlot on her lips and the biting taste of vodka on her tongue. She had obviously prepared before slinking into his house. He braces himself for her to shove him away like she often did when she was mad at him. But she doesn’t. Instead, her hands scramble against him, pulling him in by the shoulders and deepening the kiss with a swipe of her tongue. His hands bury themselves into her hair, gripping onto the dark locks as if his life depends on it. Laura lets out a whine as Sam’s quick tongue follows its favorite map around Laura’s mouth, nipping at her bottom lips as he draws back.
“I’m never leaving you Laura,” Sam whispers, overpowering the whimper that she lets out at the lack of lips on her. “I’m yours. My soul is bonded to you forever. I-”
“Stop talking,” she growls and surges forward. Sam, not expecting the movement, stumbles backwards. He braces himself, anticipating hitting the floor, but is surprised to have his back meet the thick, muscled chest of Travis Willingham. It was Sam’s turn to groan, as his ass collides with Travis’ jean-clad hard-on. A tanned, thick arm weaves around his waist as Laura’s lips dance over his and her hands move to his hips in a trail of nails.
“Listen to the lady, Sam,” Travis growls before his lips begin an exploration of Sam’s jawline. Sam can feel his head start to spin as Laura’s lips leave his and began their own trail to mirror her husband’s. It’s really difficult to stand between the wedded pair; the gorgeousness of their angles in their frames is matched in their reverence to whomever is before them. Even in plain conversations they are focused on their counterparts, their eyes bright and searching, their bodies leaning in. Being in between them, with two sets of matching bands pressing into skin is just…
“Fuck,” Sam moans out, hands moving to bring Laura’s hips in line with his. She matches his groan and pushes against him, forcing him further into Travis, who responds by biting down on Sam’s weak spot underneath his ear.
“Isn’t that the prettiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen?” Taliesin’s voice flits into his ears. Sam opens the eyes that he hadn’t realized he had closed and glances to the breakfast nook. The sight before him almost makes his knees give out if it wasn’t for Travis’ firm grip on his waist.
Marisha is gone from the table and judging by Matt’s posture, is underneath it and working her magic on her fiancé. Taliesin has clamped down on Matt’s left wrist and is leaning into him, the slightness of Matt’s figure making Tal seem much larger. Ashley’s hands had gone from soothing to commanding, left hand in a vice-grip in Matt’s hair and her right is clamped firmly down on his neck and jaw to keep him staring straight at the sight in front of him. Her teeth are scraping over the long column of his throat, red beginning to blossom on his pale skin. Liam has Matt’s other wrist and is staring, open-mouthed and wantonly at the trio in front of him.
“Bet you wish you were in the middle of them, don’t you?” Taliesin murmurs. Matt’s resounding groan echoes off of the tile floor, making Sam match his groan as the husband and wife team suck harder at Matt’s noise. “I bet you’d be good for them just like Sam is.”
“I can be good,” Matt nods as best as he could under Ashley’s firm hold.
“You are good,” Ashley coos into his skin. “So, so good, Matthew.”
“You guys are…fuck…going to be the death of me, God Laura!” Sam’s voice hitches as Laura grinds her teeth into the exposed part of his collarbone.
“Then you’ll die a happy man,” Travis’ laugh rumbles through his chest and into Sam’s back. He pulls his lips away and gives a little push on his shoulder. “You owe the lady an apology, Sam.”
Sam drops to his knees, brain submitting to Travis and Laura instantly. This wasn’t the first time the pair of them have ganged up on him, and he was praying that it wouldn’t be the last. Laura is breathing heavily, staring down at Sam as her husband places both hands on the older man’s shoulders.
“How’d you want him babe?” Travis asks. Laura ponders for a moment and just before she could say a word, Matt curses loudly and moans in a high pitch. The trio glance to the group seated around the table to see Ashley’s arm trailing down to where loud slurping noises were sounding. Laura’s eyes flash and she grins back to her husband.
“Clear the table Liam,” she orders, her voice falling into her dominant voice, one that always sounds too close to Vex, Sam thinks as a shudder runs through him. Sam doesn’t move his head as he hears the scrambling of blunt nails on the wood and the scraping of the salt and pepper shakers. He continues to stare up at Laura, who yanks Travis in by the front of the shirt and is making out with him as if he isn’t even there. After a cough from Liam, Laura pulls away and is obviously satisfied by whatever Liam has done, moving away from Sam with a smirk and a nod to Travis. Travis hauls Sam up by his shirt collar to a standing position and turns him so that he could watch where Laura is heading.
Sam doesn’t realize that the whine he hears has come from him until after Laura is straddling Liam’s waist and grinding down into him. Liam’s head drops back with a deep groan as Laura begins kissing her way up his neck. Matt is watching Liam and Laura now with eyes wider than a scared NPC’s. He makes a strangled sound as Ashley’s arm flexes and Marisha groans. Laura begins whispering to Liam, her tone echoing even though he couldn’t hear her words over the jealous blood thumping into his ears. Liam locks eyes with Sam, pupils blown with lust and need and Laura. Sam twitches in Travis’ hold, wanting to be the cause of that look and to kiss the need off of his face. Liam nods to whatever Laura has said and she yanks his lose hair to meet his lips in a kiss.
“Look at them, Sam” Travis leers, chin digging into his shoulder so his lips could be grazing the shell of his ear in a taunt. “Look at how good Liam is for her. Letting her control him and giving her everything.” Liam makes a noise as his hand roams underneath Laura’s shirt. Sam understands Liam’s plight. It was one thing to be kissing Laura Bailey; it was another thing to be kissing Laura Bailey while Travis Willingham narrates the whole thing. “He’s so faithful to her,” the voice in his ear continues. “Whatever she wants, he’ll give her.” Liam yanks the flowy, dark shirt over her head to expose her dark purple, lacy bra. Sam and Liam’s duet of groans make Travis laugh again and Laura beam. It is their favorite set on her. Liam’s hand plunder her breasts, squeezing and thumbing her nipples through the thin fabric. “I bet he could get her to come before you could,” Travis teases. “You know how sensitive she is.” Laura cries out as if to confirm Travis’ statement. “I bet Liam could get her to come just like that.” Liam’s hips buck up into Laura’s as his lips latch onto the exposed skin. “Just from suckling her like that.”
“Travis, please,” Sam says, hips pushing forward for some sort of friction.
“It isn’t me you have to ask,” Travis tsks. “You know that.”
“Laura, please,” Sam’s voice is tight and crackling as Travis began to nip at his weak spot. “Fuck. Laura, please let me-fuuck,” he groans.
“Maybe this should be your punishment,” Laura gasps, throwing her head back as Liam yanks a cup down and wraps his lips around her dark, hardened nipple. “God, yes!” her hand tightens and Liam groans against her. “You have to watch me with him. Just…shit…watch him please me, be good for me, fuck me.”
“Don’t come Matthew,” Taliesin orders, as Matt cried out. “You’re not allowed to come until Laura comes.” Matt squirms, hands still pinned by Liam and Taliesin.
“Laura,” Sam whines.
“I don’t think you can be as good as Liam,” she purrs, head still thrown back. Liam acknowledges the praise with a tug of her nipple between his teeth.
“I can,” Sam gasps.
“I doubt it,” she opens her eyes and straightens up to look at him.
“Let me prove it,” Sam says, knowing what this power play is all about. “Let me show you.”
“What do you think Liam?” she cards her fingers through his hair as his mouth moves to her other exposed nipple. “Just like that, baby.” She moans again and its mirrored in Matt who can’t take his eyes off of them. Ashley is grinning next to Matt, licking her lips as she looks between Laura and Liam and Sam. “Think your Sammy can be good for me. Prove himself to me?” Liam pulls off of her with a pop and blinks up at her hazily.
“He can certainly have at it.” Laura rewards him with a fierce kiss that goes on far too long for Sam’s liking. Liam moans and thrusts upwards to meet Laura’s hips makes Sam’s own jut forward before grinding back onto the thick cock behind him. The sucking sounds from under the table are mirrored in Travis’ beard searing its way across his skin and his teeth marking him. He’s going to look like he took a beating for sure. Laura finally separates herself from Liam and scoots up onto the table.
“Have at it then,” she challenges, leaning back on her elbows as her legs dangle off of the table. Travis steps away as soon as his wife’s legs spread for Sam. The loss of Travis’ intense body heat and the sight of Laura spread out on his breakfast table makes him stumble forward and drop to his knees. His hands shake as he pops the button on her jeans and its made worse as Liam leans down and began to bite at Laura’s hips.
Sam makes quick work of her jeans, yanking them down her legs to show off the deep purple lace that is already soaked with her juices. He wants to take his time, show her how sorry he really is, but the sight of Matt moving forward to kiss her upside-down and Liam’s lips continuously moving over her abdomen, Sam knows he won’t be able to stand it. He leans up and mouths at her mound through the lace, groaning loudly at the heat and dampness of her. He brings his right hand up and lets his fingers drag torturously against her folds.
“Don’t be a fuckin’ tease,” Travis says, moving up behind him. His thick legs bracket Sam’s torso and it makes him feel boxed in and fuck it’s so good. Sam pushes aside the dark, damp lace and drags two fingers across her folds, watching in fascination as her body arches on the table. When he pushes a finger into her, long and lanky piano-playing fingers, she tenses and groans so loudly he’s sure that the neighbors will hear. Travis’ cock throbs against his head, and Liam and Matt are moaning too. She’s so wet that his middle finger easily joins his index on the next stroke and he’s soon beaconing his fingers to her pleasure.
“Oh God, Sam!” Laura cries out, her body tensing already. She’s tightly coiled and wanting to burst, he can feel it in the way her walls ripple around his fingers.
“Do better,” Travis growls, shoving his head forward to inhale the delicious scent of her. Sam removes his fingers to toss the panties at Matthew, getting a groan in response and a wink from Taliesin.
Sam buries his face into Laura’s sweetness, tongue seeking out her clit. He’s rewarded when he finds it, a loud whine from her and a tight squeeze around his fingers as her legs come up around his ears. He sucks greedily on her clit, trying to pour out his apology between finger strokes. He directs his tongue down and trades of the position of his fingers and his tongue and is rewarded with a moan. But it isn’t from Laura, but from Liam. He looks up to see Liam staring, open-mouthed and hungrily at him. As he licks and slurps at her, he glances around; Ashley and Tal are kissing in front of Matt who has Laura’s panties shoved into his mouth as his eyes flit between the two scenes in from of him. Laura is holding Matt’s wrists now and arching off of the table as she moans, the pitch getting higher and higher as she spins towards desire.