The Succubus and her two Mates

28| The nights not over yet

Ronnie giggled as Brock walked behind her, pulling her against his body. Their comfort level had definitely gone up a notch. They halted as they passed Brand's door, looking at each other. Ronnie lifted a shoulder, to say she was happy with just him or the both of them tonight. This was his night too.

He gave her a hard kiss, and then walked to Brand's door, knocking loudly. Waiting for a beat, he opened the door.

Ronnie stayed out in the hall. She looked both ways, wondering if she should have followed. Just as she went to take a step forward, Brand came through the doorway. He wore a pair of loose black silk pants, his chest bare. He was rubbing an eye, yawning as he pushed past the door out to the hall.

"Hey," she breathed, her eyes traveling down his perfect torso.

"Hey," he returned, a smirk coming across his mouth, "good night?"

Brock closed the door behind him, Brand slipping his hand around Ronnie's waist and letting Brock take his other hand and walked across the hall to his room.

Ronnie watched Brock- he had a look of happiness on his face. He had eased into their time together. She could tell he was trying, his underlying anxiety always under the surface. The only time that was gone was when they were having sex, that was when he let go. She needed to help him get there anytime.

"Tell me about your night," Brand said, tackling Brock's clothes first. He took a deep breath. "Did you fuck before or after dinner?"

Both Ronnie and Brock laughed. Brock answered, "Before."

Brand laughed at the both of them, opening Brock's pants as Brock kicked his shoes off.

Ronnie walked around and watched the two men. Brand would caress a part of Brock's body as he relieved each item of clothing and then shimmied out of his own pants. Only once they were both naked did they kiss.

Ronnie clenched as their kiss deepened and became more passionate. She was lost in the sight of their mouths moving against each other.

She started to fiddle with the clasp at the back of her dress. She needed to touch them.

The two men broke away, their naked forms enticing her. Brock came forward and removed her dress, Brand slipping her underwear off- staying down there, so he could kiss her. He gripped her hip, holding her in place and sat her other leg over his shoulder, grasping her butt cheek. He pushed his tongue into her folds, drawing it down and sliding into her pussy, moaning with pleasure at her cries.

Brock came behind her, helping to steady her. Brand shifted his face, concentrating on her clit, now. Her hand went into his hair, grabbing a fistful, her other hand resting on his shoulder.

Brock put his arm around her, cupping a breast and using his thumb to rub her already pebbled nipple. He guided himself up into her. His height brought her last foot off the ground, Brand straightening up in his kneeling position, his mouth working her while Brock's cock slid in and out of her.

Brand hooked her other leg over his shoulder, opening her wider. Brock's pants became moans as he thrust deeper into her.

Ronnie cried out in ecstasy, so close. Her building orgasm held for an eternity. She twisted her face, Brock's mouth capturing hers. The damn breaking, her pelvis shuddered with her release.

Brock pulled out just as she came, not wanting to cum himself yet. She was still riding her waves as Brand set her on her feet, kissing her deeply. "I love how you taste." He turned her around and spanked her bottom, "Now, get on that bed."

Buzzing from cumming, she pulled herself up into the bed, seeing Brock with his impressive erection come around the other side. He stood so she could take him into her mouth as she laid on her belly.