Brooke was beginning to realize why the girls often carpooled to the motel or sometimes took an Uber. The white wine she was drinking was going down very smoothly. The atmosphere was relaxed, and as the bottom of her glass became more visible, she knew it would be all too easy to accept another and get carried away.
Her week had been rough. Once her mother had settled back into the house, Brooke had to balance work and caregiving. Thankfully, she could work from her mother’s home, but the week had still drained her. As it had dragged on, she’d found herself anticipating Saturday evening.
Again, Shannon, Jacey, and Taylor had all gathered at the motel long before Gabe showed up. For a man who prided himself on punctuality, it seemed this was the one area of his life where he was willing to let that slide.
Like last time, the women chatted about their week, but Brooke gladly engaged with them this time. She was no longer feeling uneasy about what was to come.
Two bottles of wine and twenty minutes later, a key turned in the lock. Gabe stepped over the threshold, his hair rumpled from the windy evening, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Their greetings were cut short when Gabe produced a bottle of champagne from behind his back.
“It’s game night,” he announced, and the women went nuts. Hollers and cheers erupted.
“I don’t understand,” Brooke said, in an aside to Jacey, who was seated next to her on the couch.
“Whenever Gabe brings a bottle of champagne, we play this little game. The winner gets to drink the champagne first.”
Taylor snorted. “When Jacey says winner, she could very easily mean loser. It’s all in how you look at it.”
Jacey laughed. “You’re just bitter because you took it last time.”
“Yes, I won.” Taylor used air quotes to emphasize her words.
Gabe set the bottle on the coffee table. “On that note, who’s going after Shannon?”
“Not it!” Jacey and Taylor shouted while gesturing with a finger on their nose.
Gaze focused on her, and Brooke noticed that Gabe’s eyes darkened. “I guess that means you’re stuck going after Shannon.” Grasping her hand, he pulled her from the couch and into his arms. Leaning close, his jaw brushing hers, he whispered, “Have you ever swallowed?”
The sexual question sent a shiver down her spine. The implication behind his words had her making assumptions about the game they were about to play.
Shannon grabbed five champagne flutes from the cupboard and set them near the bottle.
Stepping away from her, Gabe moved around the room, flipping the security bolt and closing the cupboard that Shannon had been rummaging in. Finally, he stopped moving. “We’re going to play blowjob roulette.”
“It’s like Russian Roulette, but with a blow job,” Taylor needlessly clarified.
Gabe grinned. “It’s a great game.”
Brooke couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping her. The women were right. Gabe really had set up the perfect male fantasy. Still smiling, Brooke shook her head at him. He responded with a boyish shrug.
“So here’s how it works,” Gabe explained as he opened the bottle and filled the flutes. “You all take turns, about two minutes each. Whoever gets me to the finishing point swallows it down, then drinks.” His gaze flicked from the flutes to her. “Any problem with that?”
She glanced at the other women. “Why does it matter who goes after Shannon?”
“Remember when you said Shannon was really good at going down on you?”
Brooke nodded. Across the room, Shannon’s smile was smug.
“She’s just as good at giving head.”
Taylor made a crude gesture with her hand and mouth, which had all the women laughing again.
“I see. So, because I’m going after her, I’ll probably win,” Brooke looked at Taylor and frowned, “or lose.”
“Exactly,” Taylor exclaimed.
“So…” Gabe raised a brow. “Problem?”
Brooke couldn’t help the slow smile that crept over her face. “Nope. In fact, it sounds like a fantasy come true.”
She watched his breathing quicken after her confession. Her mouth watered at the very idea of going to her knees for him.
Jacey switched off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp illuminating the room. “We try our best to get him to go while someone else is sucking.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, kissing and touching and stuff,” Jacey described. “To stimulate and arouse him more. And for us.”
That was when Taylor piped in. “Every time we play, we try to get him to blow in Shannon’s mouth. But damn, does she ever know how to keep him on edge.”
Shannon’s boobs jiggled when she shrugged. “So who’s up first?”
“I’ll go first.” Jacey motioned at Gabe. “Drop your trousers, bud.”
Gabe loosened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop. He shoved his boxers down with them. This was the first time Brooke got a chance to really examine him. She was disappointed he was only half-mast.
Jacey tapped her lip. “Huh, you’re not quite ready yet, Gabe. What should we do about that? Oh, I know!”
Brooke’s gaze was still glued to Gabe’s crotch when Jacey threw her off balance. She grabbed the back of her head and swooped toward her, locking lips.
No longer feeling as self-conscious about the girl-on-girl action, Brooke deepened the kiss. Cupping Jacey’s jaw, she made out with her right there in front of everyone until Taylor nudged Jacey. “It worked, babe, you’re up.”
Brooke was a little dazed when Jacey pulled away. Through the fog of lust, she could feel Gabe’s gaze on her. Desire licked over her. She couldn’t wait to taste him.
Jacey left Brooke and approached the bed to kneel between Gabe’s spread thighs. Gabe broke eye contact with Brooke when her head descended over his lap. His lids fluttered closed, and his big body tensed. Brooke continued watching until Taylor spoke. “I’m up next, then Shannon, then you. We need to start trying to get him closer.”
Things were different this time. The girls were treating this evening very much like a competition.
“He doesn’t even have his eyes open,” Brooke argued.
“He will,” Shannon replied. When she drew closer, Brooke assumed Shannon would make a move, but Brooke was surprised when she didn’t touch her at all. She lowered her voice and quietly said, “Watch his face, and do as I tell you.”
Brooke’s eyes widened at the request, but she nodded.
Her voice was louder this time when she commanded, “Brooke, take off Taylor’s shirt.”
Brooke hadn’t even moved, yet Gabe’s eyelids shot open. With interest, he tracked her every move. She understood then just how affected he was. Brooke approached Taylor and instructed her to raise her arms. She grabbed the other woman’s t-shirt by the hem, pulled it over her head, and dropped it on the floor.
“Stand behind her with your hands on her hips and kiss her neck.”
Still nervous about participating, Brooke’s hands shook as she completed the task. Brooke was so much shorter than the other woman she had to stand on tiptoe to kiss her. She could barely peek over Taylor’s shoulder to watch Gabe.
Taylor’s breathing accelerated as Brooke kissed her shoulder and neck. When she kissed one spot, in particular, a small moan escaped Taylor. It excited Brooke that she could do this, that she pleased not only Gabe but Taylor, too. So she kissed the spot again, this time sucking on it lightly.
“Good,” Shannon commented. “Now remove the bra and cup her breasts.”
She liked not having to make the decisions—it took some of the pressure off.
The bra fell away, and Brooke raised her hands and cradled Taylor’s breasts. Her hands were overflowing with soft, warm flesh.
Gabe never took his gaze off her. In fact, he looked like he wanted to get up from the bed and join them, but instead, he buried his hand in Jacey’s hair.
Soon, a timer went off, and a loud buzz filled the room. Gabe released Jacey, and she pushed to her feet.
“My turn!” Taylor announced and immediately took Jacey’s place.
Brooke hadn’t even noticed the cellphone on the bed until Taylor pressed a button on it, starting her two minutes.
The attention he gave Taylor was short-lived, his gaze almost immediately returning to Brooke, awaiting her next move.
Brooke had no idea what she was doing and was relieved when Shannon again took control. “Do it again. Remove Jacey’s shirt and bra.”
Again, Brooke did as commanded. Laying hold of the base, she dragged the tank top off Jacey’s body. She admired the purple and black push-up bra that supported Jacey’s boobs. She made a mental note to ask her where she’d bought it. Brooke felt it was time to update her wardrobe.
Just as before, Brooke took the bra off, but this time, she had to reach around to undo it. They were standing so close that their chests brushed against one another. Brooke could smell Jacey’s floral perfume.
“This time, when you touch her, I want you to lick her. Put her nipple in your mouth.”
Timid at first, Brooke reached out and cupped Jacey. Her nipples hardened against Brooke’s palm. She glanced at Jacey’s face. “Can you not watch me as I do this?”
Her smile was fleeting. “Sorry.”
When Jacey’s eyelids closed, Brooke stroked her thumbs across the tips. They were so different from a man’s nipples, which were generally tiny and often surrounded by hair. And they were different from her own nipples, which were small and sensitive, something they’d proven that first night. Even in the faint lighting, Brooke could tell they were darker, more of a brown than a pink. They were large, the areola taking up a generous amount of space. They’d even been visible before the bra came off, her boobs spilling over the top of the cups.
One hand cupped the right breast, but with her other, she explored the left, pinching the nipple.
“Harder,” Jacey whispered.
Brooke glanced up to ensure her eyes were still closed, then she pinched the nipple again, but harder this time. Jacey’s breathing accelerated, so Brooke continued the motion a few more times, then bravely lowered her head and drew the pointed tip into her mouth. She pulled hard on it when Jacey moaned. Her nipples must not be as sensitive as Brooke’s because the amount of pressure she was applying would have been agony for her. As it was, she worried about bruising Jacey.
The timer buzzed. Brooke stepped away, leaving Jacey’s nipple damp. She turned toward Shannon. “What next?”
“It’s my turn.” Her tone was sassy. “I don’t care what the rest of you do. I’m not trying to get him to blow now.”
Taylor laughed. “Just means we have to get creative.”
Shannon had barely set the timer before she took Gabe into her mouth. In one hand, she cupped his balls, and in the other, she used to drag his hand to her breast. Automatically, he fondled her.
“Is that allowed?” Brooke scoffed.
“Yeah,” Taylor said. “You want to get him to the edge but not push him over. It usually takes more than the first round. Sometimes, he can hold out for a long time. Other times, it’s not so easy for him.”
Gabe looked over, his eyes sparkling with wicked delight.
“Problem is, Shannon’s the only one who deep-throats. That’s how she gets him so close,” Jacey explained. “But she’s strategic about it.”
“Then why are we chatting?” Brooke asked, getting a little too into the moment.
“That’s what I’m wondering,” Gabe said, surprising her. “I’m also wondering why one of you is still fully dressed.”
Brooke blushed. Taylor poked her in the side. “Yeah, get naked already.”
“You’re not naked,” she pointed out in protest.
“More than you.” Taylor cocked her head to the side. “So strip already.”
Brooke paused for all of two seconds, then decided to go with it. Grabbing her blouse, she yanked it off over her head. Her fingers instantly headed to the top of her capris to undo the button.
Shannon made a soft noise and shifted to the floor.
“Ah, fuck, yes.” Gabe’s eyes closed, his head dipping backward. His hand encased the back of Shannon’s skull and pushed her further down his shaft. “God, Shannon, yes.”
Seeing him receive pleasure was a huge turn-on for Brooke. Her panties grew damp just watching. Hardness etched his features as he enjoyed the pleasure Shannon was giving him. For a moment, Brooke wondered if she’d even get a turn.
The buzzer went off again, signaling the switch. Brooke put her thumbs in her pants and pulled them down. Leaving them puddled on the floor, she stepped out and approached the bed.
“Get rid of this.” Gabe pulled her bra strap upward and released it, causing it to snap harshly against her shoulder.
Ignoring him, she reached to snag a pillow from the head of the bed. The position put her boobs level with his face. Fleetingly, she felt his fingers behind her back. As she tossed the pillow to the floor between his legs, she noticed her bra hung looser. He’d unhooked it.
In disbelief, she reached behind her to feel the two ends. “Man, you got that undone quickly.”
“I’m well-practiced when it comes to women’s undergarments.” He grinned up at her. “Now, show me your skills.”
It sounded like a challenge, but Brooke was confident in her abilities and knew, pretty soon, they wouldn’t be saying that Shannon was the only one who could deep-throat.
Brooke knelt on the pillow. Behind her, she heard Taylor whine, “How come we never thought of that?”
Slipping the bra off, Brooke tossed it away.
She started the timer.
She ran her palms along the tops of his muscled thighs, then bent her head and nuzzled his groin, never actually touching, just brushing her nose near him, inhaling his hot scent.
She knew he was watching her, but she continued to stall, heightening his anticipation.
“Anytime you’re ready there, sweet—” His words broke off as she swallowed him. Shocking him, she opened her mouth wide and, without warning, took him deep. Easing off after that preliminary taste, Brooke dragged her tongue along his length and started a steady rhythm.
The two minutes went by ridiculously fast. Feeling as though she’d only just begun, Brooke had to back off and let Jacey step up.
In the two minutes she’d been occupied with Gabe’s cock it seemed the others had undressed Shannon. Now, everyone was bare from the waist up. Shannon and Jacey were only in underwear, while Taylor wore her skirt.
They circled through the lineup twice. While Shannon was having her third turn, Taylor elbowed Brooke, stopping her in the middle of a passionate lip-lock with Jacey. “He’s close.”
All three of them looked over at him. Again, his eyes were closed, his head tossed back in enjoyment.
“I think we’re going to start drinking soon,” Taylor teased.
Brooke paid no attention to her. Her sole focus was on Gabe. Halfway through one rotation, he’d paused to remove his shirt. She admired his lightly-haired, muscular chest. He was a broad man with big hands and big feet. His biceps flexed when he squeezed the edge of the bed.
The light cast shadows over the plains of his face. His bearded jaw was strained, and his forehead creased. Brooke loved his thick dark eyebrows and how the 40-watt bulb showcased the natural highlights in his brown hair.
Gabe bit his lower lip, and a rush of cream soaked Brooke’s panties. She instinctively knew he was holding back, waiting for her. His lids opened, and his hungry stare ate at her. Excitement charged through her veins, making her feel inebriated. Her limbs became heavy, and her thoughts muddled.
The timer went off.
Shannon and Brooke switched positions.
This time, there was no light banter. Brooke immediately took him in her mouth. She hoped he wanted this, that it mattered to him which warm, wet hole he stuck his dick in, and she thought she just might be right when she felt him grab her hair, urging her mouth further down his cock.
His hips thrust up. Brooke moved with him, her head bobbing in time with each plunge. She loved the lines of his dick. Long and thick. She labored to show her approval of his member, of his body. Cupping his balls in one hand, she grabbed the base of his shaft in the other and stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Nearly choking on him, she mumbled and moaned around him.
Enjoying the pressure he used on the back of her head and worshiping the warm, salty taste of him, she didn’t really want to stop when the timer went off. Regardless of the disappointment she felt, Brooke started to pull away.
Gabe’s fingers tangled further in her hair. “Don’t you dare think about stopping now.”
In some vague corner of her mind, she thought she heard the sounds of celebration behind her, but she was too relieved, too focused on her task. Her jaw was beginning to ache when his whispered words reached her, “God, Brooke, this is all I’ve thought about all damn week.”
Ignoring her need for air, she pushed them both further. She was glad she’d occupied his thoughts this week, but right now, she didn’t want him capable of talking, of thinking. She shuffled closer to him and took him as deep as she could. She worked her throat, swallowing around his dick.
That did it. Seconds later, he was coming. A ragged moan ripped from his throat as he hammered into her mouth. When he was finally spent, his hand fell limply from her hair.
Sucking air in through her nose, Brooke became aware of the cheers around her, and then someone passed her a glass of champagne.
Sitting on the floor between Gabe’s sprawled legs, Brooke accepted and drank with glee. It was certainly not her most elegant moment, but when Gabe patted her head, she felt insanely proud, accepted, and happy.