Natalie Acres - Sex party

Kane didn’t try to make love to her. He held her all night long. She cried awhile, cuddled with him some, and finally fell asleep in his arms. When he’d brought her upstairs, he’d wanted to take care of her, bathe her and hold her.

After she showered, her cheeks stayed so red from where the rain beat against them, Kane wanted to take up arms and battle the weather in her defense. She looked like a battered angel, and his guts twisted as he watched her sleep.

When the alarm went off, she tossed and turned before she hit snooze. “Great. Terrific. Another day.” She grumbled as she rolled over and gasped when she realized she had an audience.

They completely surrounded her. Braden turned the lamp on, and Kane stretched and yawned. He’d slept very little throughout the night, and he woke up long before the alarm went off.

“Sit up, sleepy head,” Evan said. “Sorry, Kane, service is for one. Breakfast in bed for Peyton is one thing. Serving you eggs with your bacon, doesn’t do anything for me.” He tilted his head toward the tent in Kane’s pajama pants.

Peyton looked down and blinked. Kane moved to his side and then put his arm over her legs, trapping her against the bed while the breakfast tray was placed on the nightstand.

The alarm sounded again, and Peyton reached over and turned it off. This time, she scooted closer to Kane and as she did, wiggled out of her panties without making a big deal out of it.

“What’s for breakfast,” she purred as she moved her ass against the ridge of Kane’s cock.

He nibbled at her ear and warned her. “I don’t know what you’re having but if you move any closer, you’re going to be late for school. I happen to love a little warm syrup first thing in the morning.” His hand cupped her mound and his fingers began to trace the entrance of her pussy.

Braden sat across from them, and Evan plopped down on the bed. He took a drink of the orange juice and then touched her cheek and gave her a wink. “Your favorite junk food with icing.”

She moaned, in part because the pastry looked tempting and in part because three fingers just plunged into her core. She felt hot all over and knew the others now noticed bodies moving under the blankets.

Kane’s fingers were ready to sin. The sensual massage he gave her inner walls compared to nothing else at five-thirty in the morning. He moved his cock against her hip and brushed her hair away from her neck.

“I saw your lip prints all over her, Kane. Real nice there, bro. Next time, why don’t you just get her whole neck.”

“I might cover her body in my mark,” he said before he propped up on one elbow and kissed her forehead.

Braden cleared his throat. “Peyton, I’m sorry about last night.”

“Me too,” she said. Right now, accepting an apology proved easy. She barely remembered last night with Kane’s way of distracting her.

“Evan, hand her the envelopes there.”

“What’s this?” she said as Kane ran his finger down the crack of her ass. She tightened her cheeks fearing a sudden impalement.

“Offers, I imagine,” Braden said. “Clemson, UNC, Alabama, even one from UT.”

“Really? As in Tennessee, UT?”

“No,” Evan smirked. “Texas.”

“I didn’t apply to Texas.”

“Don’t act blond, Peyton. He’s teasing you,” Kane whispered before he nipped at her ear.

“I’ll uh…I’ll uh…”

“You’ll?” Evan glanced at Kane and narrowed his eyes on both of them. He licked his lower lip before he clamped down on it with pearly white teeth.

“I’ll just look at them tonight…Oh hell!” She closed her eyes as a true whimper fell from her lips.

Kane gripped the side of her hip. It provided little warning. He buried deep inside of her pussy but he looked down on her and watched as she took in the atmosphere, and the truer meaning of the moment.

Her eyes still looked heavy, sleep just seconds out of reach and daybreak only minutes straight ahead. Oh yeah, he was going to fuck her, and if he did it in front of them, she’d better prepare for company.

Evan looked hungry enough to eat her breakfast but his sweet tooth craved more than apples and cinnamon. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

Kane fisted her hair and pulled her tight against his chest as his dick pulsed against her walls. “You better damn well know it.” He leaned over her shoulder, shot his brothers an evil grin, and dipped his tongue to taste her morning sweetness.

“Your lips and your pussy are like velvet, sugar.” He wanted to plunge deeper, make an erotic show out of it but if he did, then he’d lose it and right now, he wanted to take things nice and slow.

Evan tossed the coverlet away from them and his eyes were immediately filled with a deeper lust. Kane saw the recognition in Braden’s face too then. Ah yeah, Peyton had fucked him. How had he missed it? When did he look away long enough? Did Braden get inside her sweet little cunt before he fell the hell apart last night? He must have, only he didn’t get everything he wanted, which is why Evan’s head was bit the hell off as soon as he came home.

“Come on, baby, give me those sweet hips,” he urged her as she bucked against him. “That’s my darlin’. Keep coming back here for it. Keep rocking with my body. Easy baby. Go slow and easy.”

Evan stood, unable to take his eyes off of Kane’s cock moving in and out of Peyton’s body. Kane knew today was the day, the morning, maybe the week, they’d all stay in bed together.

He’d plotted and planned it all night after he’d slipped downstairs to let his brothers know the good doctor-their neighbor- was planning a very nice Bermuda vacation since he was able to talk him into administering a birth control shot for Peyton.

While Doctor Davis administered her last pain medications on his final follow-up visit, he’d given her the shot, and Peyton never knew she’d had it. Evan cursed him, of course, since he waited a few hours to share the news, but Kane never planned to tell them everything. He made a deal with the good doctor and it cost him a pretty penny to pull it off.

After his brothers questioned his motives, he returned to her bed and held her close while he told her what he’d done. He expected one of those good old woman fits but since she’d had such a close call without birth control, she thanked him.

“I hear we don’t have to worry about rubbers now.” Evan tossed his clothes aside. Kane lifted her arms, and slid out of her long enough to help her get rid of the nightshirt. He kissed her back and noticed how she trembled under his touch.

“Kane took care of it,” she answered with a raspy voice as she hooked her arm behind his neck. His lips dragged slowly across hers, caressing them without popping her with a full throttle kiss.

“And you’re ready to celebrate, like this?” Braden watched them carefully. He still wanted to look out for her but he also wanted to fuck her. The need he had was as deep as anyone else’s in the room if his hard cock proved a point.

“I…I’m not sure I’m ready. Do you think I am?”

Kane was going to kill Braden if he didn’t give the right answer here. Peyton always looked to him for guidance so he’d better do the right thing now-the right thing by Cartwell standards.

“You’re ready,” Braden assured her. “You’ve already had time alone with us. Let’s see if we can make this work out together.”

Kane reached under the bed and brought out his box of treats. Leaving them next to the bed, he pulled out a pair of fluffy handcuffs.

“I…I don’t want to wear those,” she said.

“They’re meant for a woman’s pleasure, Peyton. Believe me, if I was a woman, I’d demand them.”