Light My Fire
: Chapter 36

No victory has ever tasted as sweet as Brooke’s pussy.

Nothing else will be worth competing for after this.

As Jackson and I follow Luke and Brooke to the bedroom, I register the fact that having Luke take the lead doesn’t bother me. Maybe it’s because he’s a natural born leader. At the station, we all trust his leadership implicitly. He’s a damn good chief. It might also be that while I’m absolutely sure of what I’m doing with Brooke one on one, this group dynamic isn’t as instinctive for me.

Sure, Jackson and I have shared a woman a time or two, but that was different. That was casual sex. There’s nothing casual about what’s happening between us and Brooke, and Luke seems to know how to make it even better for her.

I would never have thought to blindfold her, because I like eye contact with a woman, but not only didn’t she object, she seems to be enjoying it.

So I’m fine with letting Luke call the shots.

Hell, I’m even cool with her calling him daddy. I get it, and it’s actually kind of hot, which I don’t totally understand, but I’m determined not to overthink any of this. I’m just going to enjoy watching our girl come apart for us.

I can still taste her on my tongue, and I want more.

Reaching out, I run my hand over the smooth curve of her tight ass. Brooke makes a sound of approval deep in her throat. I squeeze and glance over at Jackson, curious if he’s enjoying this view as much as I am.

The answer is an obvious hell yes. He’s staring intently at her ass, his hand in his open pants, stroking along his cock.

“Do you know who is carrying you?” he asks her. “I’m enjoying this incredible view of your body, but which of your firemen is carrying you?”

“Luke,” she says confidently.

“How do you know?” I ask, curious. “You’re right, but how do you know?”

As Luke lightly drops her on her bed, she shrugs. “Well, smell, for one thing. You all smell different. And your hands feel different. You all move in your own way. I don’t know. I just know you all.”

“That’s very sexy,” I tell her.

Brooke giggles. “Tell me about it.”

“I thought of a game for another night,” Jackson says. “We’ll blindfold you again and you can guess whose dick is in your mouth.”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Brooke waves her hand in dismissal. She’s on the edge of the bed, legs dangling over the side, not even attempting to remove the blindfold. “I know I’ll win. What do I win if I guess them right?”

“Three dicks in your mouth,” Luke tells her dryly, stripping his jeans.

Brooke laughs. Then she pouts. “I should win something else, too.” She turns toward me. “Right, Wyatt?”

I’m amazed that she can sense I’m on her right and Jackson is on her left. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

She smiles prettily. “Did you hear that, Luke? Wyatt is going to give me whatever I want.”

Luke steps in between her legs. She gasps at the unexpected contact of his knees nudging hers apart. “I’ll give you what you want even before you know you want it.” He presses on her shoulder. “Now on your knees, Angel.”

Jackson takes his pants off and shifts around next to Luke. “I have something you’ll want too, sweetheart.”

“Get in front of her,” Luke orders me.

I seriously should balk at his bossiness, but I don’t. I want to be in front of Brooke. I’m starting to realize that when it comes to the three of us and Brooke, there are no bad ideas. I climb on the bed, on my knees in front of her.

“Look at you,” I tell her, stroking over her silken hair. “Mouth already open. You want some cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

“Yes. I want to suck you, Wyatt.”

“Just remember how hard I fought for this,” I tell her, shoving my boxer briefs down past my knees and using my foot to flip them off the bed. “I want best efforts, Brooke.”

On all fours, she lifts one hand and searches around until she replaces my erection. She squeezes the base of the shaft, drawing a hiss from me. “One hundred and ten percent,” she promises. “Now come closer.”

I do, but I want to delay my own gratification, as well as hers. This is fucking fun, teasing Brooke. I wrap my hand around hers and guide my dick to her lips. I roll the tip around her mouth while Jackson runs his hands down over the curve of her ass. She rocks back against him in open invitation.

“Yes, Jackson, fuck me.”

I know he’s not going to fuck her, because Luke won shuffleboard. I also know that there is no way Brooke doesn’t know it. It also shows she really can sense which of us is touching her.

Jackson lightly smacks her ass. “You know I can’t do that, sweetheart. Good guess, though, on who is touching you.”

“I told you, I just know.” Then Brooke flicks her tongue out and makes contact with my cock. She gives a sound of approval as I jolt from the brief contact. “There you are, Wyatt.”

Luke is standing beside the bed, fully stripped now, watching us with hooded eyes. His hand is on his hard dick, pumping up and down with rough, erratic strokes. He looks like he wants to attack Brooke and fuck her into next week.

“Our girl is feeling sassy, isn’t she?” I ask. “What do you think, should I let her keep tormenting us or should I fill her pretty little mouth up?”

“She’s not going to be able to talk in about three seconds,” Jackson declares as he palms her ass and eases her apart. Then he bends his head.

“Oh, my god!” Brooke jerks and almost falls forward.

I hold her up as her hand falls off of my cock and drops to the mattress to regain her stability.

“What are you—oh my god—what⁠—

Then Jackson’s prediction comes true. Brooke moans low and deep as Jackson buries his tongue in her ass. I wish I could see her eyes, but I can see enough to know she’s experiencing a whole new pleasure. Goosebumps race along her shoulders and she’s arching her back. One moan crashes into another one.

I cut off the third by easing my length between her lips. She jolts, then sucks eagerly, as if she needs my cock to ground her. Her hot little mouth feels like fucking heaven over my throbbing dick and I pull back and thrust further, even deeper. She moans around me, opening up to allow me further access.

All that slick heat grabs me and threatens to drown me.

“That’s it,” I tell her. “You’re doing incredible. Take me deep, baby.”

She pulls back fully off of me and pants, “I’m trying. Oh, oh, oh, Jackson, that feels so… Luke… I need you in my pussy. I need to come.”

“You will,” he assures her, even as he reaches beneath her and cups her breast. “Just not yet, Angel. Enjoy Jackson’s tongue for another minute.”

Jackson lifts his head long enough to declare, “Minute? Fuck, Moody, I can do this all damn night.”

That makes Luke give a sharp laugh, and he drops his hand off of Brooke. “I don’t think I can wait all night, but I’ll try.”

“No,” Brooke pants. “Why did you all stop?”

I have a clear view of her pouting. I take her chin and give her a little squeeze. “You’re the one who stopped the action.”

Her jaw drops, which gives me the opportunity to shove my cock back between her parted lips.

I can’t with the blindfold anymore. I want to see her eyes.

I shove it back onto her forehead as I start to saw in and out of her hot mouth. She blinks, then raises big blue eyes to me. Her eyes are glazed with desire and approval.

Jackson slides a finger between her cheeks. I’m not sure if he’s in her ass or her pussy, but I get my answer when her eyes briefly close and she moans around my cock. Luke is back on her nipples.

“Want two fingers, baby?” Jackson asks. “Don’t take your mouth off of Wyatt, just nod yes if you want more.”

Brooke’s head jerks up and down sharply, taking me with her. My thigh muscles are tense, my teeth gritted. My balls are tightening, but I don’t want this to end. I fight through the urge to come, wanting to absorb this view of her, cheeks pink, saliva glistening on her lips, my dick disappearing in and out of her mouth. Her hair is shoved up at a weird angle from the shirt tied around her forehead, and her eyes are starting to water from how deep I’m thrusting.

Luke is swearing under his breath, open palm just pressing his dick against his stomach. I can see the tip gleaming with clear fluid. He’s having the same issue I am.

Holding off is fucking impossible with a girl this incredibly sexy.

“You love that, don’t you?” Luke asks. “Giving Wyatt his prize? I’m going to collect mine soon, and then that desperate little pussy will finally be full. Until then, let Jackson make you come on his fingers.”

Brooke is trembling, pink splotches all up and down her back.

“Here comes three fingers. I want to get you nice and stretched for Luke.”

I know when he adds another finger, because Brooke’s eyes roll back in her head.

Jackson is leaning at an angle that has to be hell on his thighs but he’s as focused on Brooke as we are. Gone is the grinning guy who always has a joke on tap. He looks intense and determined.

I fuck her mouth over and over, and he fucks her pussy. We instinctively match each other’s rhythm until she shatters. She bursts, hips dropping, cheeks puffing out as she cries out, but my dick stifles the sound.

“Jesus, fuck,” Luke says. He’s let go of his cock and Brooke and is clenching his fists. He actually takes a step back from the bed, like he needs distance.

I actually want closer. I hold her head tightly. “Take that dick like a good girl, Brooke. Take my come.”

She’s still on the tail end of her rocketing orgasm, but she lifts a hand, reaching out for me. She puts her hand on my ass and squeezes, urging me deeper.

That’s all it takes.

That permission, that enthusiasm, has my balls tightening.

Then I come hard, shooting hot spurts of cum down her open throat. I let out a ragged groan and pump through the orgasm.

Jackson has eased his fingers out of her and is running his hands over her ass in a calm, soothing gesture. As I try and catch my breath, I can’t believe his self-control. I’m not sure if our positions were reversed I would have been able to resist fucking her, Luke’s anger be damned.

When I pull back, thighs screaming, I rest on my calves and run a hand through my hair as Brooke swallows my cum. Jackson steps away from the end of the bed and Luke takes his place.

“You’re fantastic,” I tell her. “Definitely an A-plus blow job.”

She laughs lightly and opens her mouth to speak.

But then, without a word, Luke spears his cock inside her.

Her eyes roll back in her head. “Yes!”

I shouldn’t be shocked by anything Luke does but it seems like a little warning would have been nice.

But then it’s obvious yet again he knows what Brooke needs because she grabs my thighs to brace herself and starts to shout out her pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes!” It’s a screaming mantra, each yes in conjunction with a thrust of his dick deep inside her.

Luke looks like he’s concentrating on not exploding inside her.

She’s rocking onto him, sobbing, and I get hard all over again, watching her being destroyed by pleasure. It almost seems like she’s coming on repeat, shuddering her way through multiple orgasms.

Her voice starts to get hoarse from her screams, and I’m absolutely in awe of how free she is in her pleasure.

Jackson is on the side of the bed, and he turns her head, guiding her mouth onto him, muffling her frantic cries. She sucks him eagerly.

“That’s it,” Luke grinds out. “You’re going to take all this dick because you fucking love it. You love your tight little cunt getting fucked by me and you love sucking Jackson. You loved swallowing Wyatt’s cum.”

I’m absently stroking myself to hardness again, so turned on I can’t even think straight.

It occurs to me that while I can make Brooke feel amazing by myself, I can never give her this. This is taking her to another fucking planet of pleasure. She’s writhing and sobbing and coming on repeat.

It’s incredible.

I want her to have as much as she can handle.

Luke is slapping her ass now, a hard, stinging rhythm that has her bouncing a little with each contact. Her eyes are closed, so I slip the blindfold back down, in case she’s in sensory overload.

“Brooke, I’m going to come,” Jackson tells her.

She nods, and he pulls back and unloads on her bottom lip and chin, pumping his hand up and down his length. She flicks her tongue over her lip to taste him.

I clap my mouth shut on a hard groan.

“Turn her over,” Luke demands then, pulling out.

Brooke gives a cry of disappointment.

I help her onto her back, feeling her trembling as I ease her head down onto the bed. “Blindfold on or off?” I ask Luke, smoothing her hair back off her face, tugging it out of Jackson’s cum, which is running down onto her tits.

“On. Hold her hands over her head.” Luke tugs her by her right ankle, opening her, then the other.

Even from my angle, it’s an incredible view. She’s all dewy pink skin, her chest rising up and down rapidly, inner thighs slick, lips and neck and chest glistening. I gently arch her arms up over her head and press them down so she can’t move. I shift backwards enough to give Luke room.

Normally I would say I’m seeing more of him than I would like but I can see what this is doing to Brooke, how she’s reveling in this attention, and I don’t care. Jackson is right beside me too, rubbing his jaw and staring intently at Brooke.

Luke moves between her legs and teases at her entrance. “More?”

“Yes! Please, Luke.”

This time when he takes her, he doesn’t last long. After a few hard thrusts and listening to Brooke’s cries of encouragement, he’s groaning.

“This fucking cunt,” he breathes. “Angel, you are so fucking wet.”

Luke pulls out briefly, teasing the tip of his dick over her clit. Brooke lifts her hips and gives a plaintive cry. When he shoves inside her again, she breaks, shuddering and trying to break free from my grip. I hold her steady and murmur to her, “That’s it, baby. You’re so good at taking dick.”

“I want you to come, Luke,” she tells him, ripping her hand out of my hold and yanking the blindfold off of her head. “Luke. Look at me.”

He does, and I see something on his face I feel like I’m not supposed to.

He’s in love with her.

It’s written all over his expression, from the fierce tenderness in his eyes, to the flare of his nostrils. He looks briefly frozen, then he closes his eyes and roars through an orgasm.

Brooke is crying.

I’m feeling a little dazed.

Jackson looks stunned.

But Luke instantly retreats. “I’m going to win the next game too,” he says, voice low and gravelly.

Then he eases out of her and shoves his way off of the bed with a wince. “Jackson, Wyatt, hold her.”

He disappears through the bedroom door.

“Where’s he going?” she asks, as I pull her up into my lap.

I pet her hair and Jackson climbs in bed with us, and lays his big hand down on her belly. He wipes her chin before kissing her gently.

“He’ll be back,” he tells her. “Just give him a minute. That was intense.”

“It was everything,” Brooke says, taking a shuddering breath. “I… I think… oh, my god, I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just rest.” I toss the makeshift blindfold aside and run my fingers over her lips. “Close your eyes, baby.”

She does, with a sigh. A smile plays over her lips. “I like giving out prizes.”

I laugh softly. “You’re the best at it.”

“I’m going to go get a warm washcloth,” Jackson says, peeling himself off of the bed.

By the time he returns a minute later, Brooke is asleep. I shift down beside her to spoon her body with mine. She stirs a little, giving a “mmm” of approval when Jackson wipes her mouth, chin, neck and chest. She gasps a little in pleasure when he moves between her legs with the washcloth, but doesn’t open her eyes.

Then he lays down on her other side and catches my gaze. On the couch, he mouths.

I shouldn’t be surprised.

Luke’s sworn off of love and this was an intense night.

Jackson is running the backs of his knuckles over Brooke’s arm and watching her breathe.

Very intense night.