She stared at his erection. He felt her gaze like a caress over his length. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
“Baby, I wish I was able to reduce my need for you. Look at me, Zoe. I’m dying here.”
Her chuckles lightened the mood. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I didn’t push you away. I was trying to do the right thing.”
“Connor has seen me naked,” she said.
“Lucky bastard. He gets all the fun. I think it has something to do with that brooding thing he’s got going for him.”
She lifted the shirt up and over her head. “I think it is only fair you get to see me and make up your own mind.”
Brent stared at the perfection of her body. He’d had many sizes and shapes of women, and none of them held a candle to Zoe. She was all woman. Every part of her was full and soft. His cock pulsed at the sight of her.
His mouth watered for a taste of her.
“What else did Connor do?” he asked.
He would come if she said anything about fucking. Brent had no control left.
“He touched my breasts.”
“Like this?” he asked, reaching out and cupping the mounds. They were heavy and ripe. Brent loved the feel of them in his hands.
“Yes,” she said with a gasp to her voice.
“Do you like me touching you?”
“Yes.” Brent felt her tits and watched her nipples harden. “He licked my nipples as well.”
Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of his cock.
“Is that all he did?” Jake asked, startling them. Zoe spun around, and Brent pressed her against his front.
“Connor has touched her breasts, Jake,” he said, holding her tits in his hands.
“I see you have as well.”
“They’re perfect, Jake. Come and feel.”
Jake walked over and took what Brent offered.
Zoe was shaking between them. Brent leaned down and whispered in her ear. “If you want us to stop, say so.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“What else did Connor get to do?” Jake asked.