16. Prudence
Soft fingers feathering down my stomach pull me from sleep. I keep my eyes closed as I sigh contentedly, smiling softly and wiggling my ass back against the hard dick digging into me. Those fingers draw invisible patterns on my hip and then skate down between my thighs, and suddenly, I’m wide awake.
“Good morning, baby,” Creed purrs in my ear before biting my neck right as he reaches my clit. He rubs a teasingly soft circle there, murmuring, “Do you know how fucking hot you are? This little pussy thoroughly used last night, but still wet and ready for me today.” He rolls his hips into me, his cock practically begging for my attention.
I finally open my eyes, a sultry comeback ready, but I startle when I realize we are not alone in this bed. I had assumed with Creed in here touching me like this, Griffin must have slipped out early, but nope. My rugged giant is right freaking there, lying in front of me while Creed is behind me, touching me. He’s still sleeping, and I know we should be quiet, but fucking hell, I’m suddenly so turned on that a breathy moan slips free before I can help it.
Griffin’s eyes snap open, which is impressive because I really wasn’t that loud. He takes half a second to sweep his eyes down to where Creed’s arm disappears beneath the thin sheet over my hip, and then he licks his lips and grins like a dirty heathen.
And fuck, I love it.
Creed chuckles softly, stroking me still as he whispers, “Do you feel like having an audience this morning, baby? I know you liked it the last time Griffin’s eyes were on you while my cock was deep inside you.”
Fuck. If I wasn’t wet before, I sure as hell am now. I swallow, trying to get my tongue to work, but with Creed’s fingers on me and Griffin’s eyes watching me intensely, I’m speechless.
Creed must take that as a yes — which, uh, it absolutely is — because he slides his fingers down lower and sinks two into me with ease, groaning at the wetness he finds. “Fuck, Prudence. Jesus Christ, you”re so fucking sexy.”
I bite my lip, but nothing can stop the moan that bursts from me. My eyes fall closed from the pleasure, but the second my gaze isn’t on him, Griffin grabs my jaw in his big hand and demands in a rough voice, “Open those gorgeous eyes. Don’t hide all your pleasure from me.”
I do as I’m told, flushed and soaked and wondering if I’m still asleep and this is an amazing sex dream. Because, come on, this is too good to be true, right? We haven’t even talked as a group about… whatever the hell we’re all doing yet. But from the more than approving look in Griffin’s eyes and the way Creed keeps groaning under his breath as he works me up into a mess, I’m starting to think we don’t actually need to talk about anything. It’s clear we’re all okay with this. In fact, I want this kind of wake up call every goddamn day for the rest of my life.
Creed pumps his fingers into me lazily, kissing and biting my neck and probably leaving hickies because he loves seeing his marks on me. Griffin smirks at me and then leans in and steals my lips in a heated kiss until I’m moaning and whimpering into his mouth. It’s all I can do not to beg one of them to take pity on me and fuck me into the mattress.
While Griffin is still kissing me, Creed licks a path up my neck and then whispers into my ear, “How do you feel about anal, baby?”
I pause and then jerk back from Griffin’s delectable lips, turning to stare wide-eyed at Creed over my shoulder. “What?” I ask breathlessly, really hoping I maybe misheard him. I mean, it’s early, I just woke up, and I’m getting fingered into oblivion; it’s very possible my ears stopped working right a while ago.
But the absolutely obscene smirk he gives me tells me I heard him just right. Without explaining himself, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and drags them back to my ass, circling my juices there and applying the smallest amount of pressure. His whiskey eyes search my face, and then he leans in and bites my bottom lip, pulling on it deliciously right as he pushes one finger in ever so slowly.
I gasp and wiggle a little, closing my eyes at the odd sensation, and Creed stops moving immediately. Griffin cups my face and turns me back to him, but before anyone can get all worried about me, I say, “No, I’m… I’m fine. I think I like it?” That last part comes out as a question, and both guys laugh at me a little.
“Griff, man, touch our girl,” Creed orders before kissing my shoulder. His finger is still in my ass, he hasn’t pushed it in further or removed it yet, and I find myself aching to push back against him to feel more. I mean… I have to figure out if I like this, right? I have three— er, two guys and only one vagina. Someone has to go somewhere else if we ever… play as a group.
Griffin slips his hand down my stomach and then pushes two fingers into my pussy, grinding his palm over my clit, and oh holy fuck, yes. I whimper, caught between two of the hottest men to ever walk this planet, and then Creed gently starts thrusting his finger too, working it deeper until I’m fucking shaking between them.
Once it’s clear I’m not uncomfortable, both guys pick up their tempo, as if they agreed silently right over my head. It’s honestly amazing.
I fist the sheets in one hand and plant the other against Griffin’s chest, my nails digging into his skin. He groans and curls his fingers in me, stroking over my G spot and nearly making me go cross-eyed at the pleasure that courses through my veins.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Prudence. Goddamn, look at you, falling apart for us,” he whispers, sending tingles scattering across my skin. I practically preen under his praise.
Creed growls, “Our perfect little toy, isn’t she? You’re doing so fucking good. One day, you’re going to take both of our cocks in these tight little holes of yours, and you’re going to fucking love it, won’t you, baby?”
I think he’s trying to kill me with that filthy mouth.
“Jesus fuck,” I moan into the pillow, rolling my hips back and forth to chase both of their skilled fingers.
“Was that a yes? I didn’t hear a yes,” Creed purrs, so smug and cocky that I consider telling him to fuck off, but then he very carefully pushes a second finger into my ass and curls them both, and I don’t get the chance to say a single snarky thing because I’m coming so fucking hard that my vision whites out.
I definitely don’t remember to stay quiet either.
Before I can demand their cocks or enjoy my high from one of the best orgasms of my life, there’s a loud knock on the door that startles the absolute crap out of me. “Hey! Stop screwing in there. Asher is looking a little too close to tearing my entire house apart at all the noise you’re making,” Genevieve snarks, but she doesn’t really sound pissed. More amused than anything, and when she laughs at the silence from us, I’m one hundred percent sure she’s just trying to stir shit. “Seriously, though, I need to talk to Prudence, and I’d very much like to do it face to face while everyone is clothed,” she adds, happy to contribute to my embarrassment.
When both of my guys pull their fingers from me, murmuring sweet praise and pressing adoring kisses over any piece of skin they can reach, I’m even more turned on than I thought possible, and it tips me right over into a foul mood. I could have had my first threesome and it would have been amazing.
Whatever my face looks like has Creed cackling at me as he slips out of the bed. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you my cock later and make it all better. I don’t want to leave you so needy for too long, you might actually kill someone,” he muses, pushing a hand through his deliciously tousled black hair and smirking at me. He’s caught somewhere between sleep rumpled and I just fucked my girl and damn… it’s a really good look on him.
I flip him off with a sickly sweet, sarcastic smile. “Don’t worry, baby,” I sass back, because apparently I’m choosing violence now. “I’ll just ride Griffin until I’m satisfied. Might take a while, though. You can go keep your cousin and my sister busy for us, right?”
Creed snorts out a laugh, but doesn’t say anything as he pulls clothes on.
Griffin pulls me into his chest and growls his approval against the skin of my neck, pressing a filthy, sinful kiss right below my ear. “Sign me up, little flame. I want to watch your perfect tits bounce while you ride my cock.”
Oh, yes please.
I bite my lip as I shiver, turning away from Creed so I can kiss the filth right out of Griffin’s mouth.
“Put your dick away, Griff, before Genevieve rips it off,” Creed snaps as he swings the door open. “Oh, hey, future sister-in-law. Care to come in?” he says cheerily a moment later.
I pull away from Griffin’s kiss with a roll of my eyes, but whatever Creed is playing at has the desired effect. I very reluctantly crawl out of bed, thankful that I’ve got a shirt on when my sister actually does stride into the room.
She raises her brows, putting her hands on her hips as she stares me down. I appreciate how she doesn’t even look Griffin’s way while he slips out of bed. He’s fucking delectable, all tan and ripped, and he’s only wearing a pair of boxer briefs that do absolutely nothing to hide the monster beneath them. The fact that Genevieve’s gaze doesn’t even twitch in his direction settles some weird kind of possession in me that I didn’t even realize I had until this very moment.
More brownie points to her.
“Yes?” I huff when it’s clear she isn’t going to start the conversation.
She takes a moment to collect herself, and then says, “Okay, so three things. First, Asher seriously is about to rip my couch apart, so someone needs to go prevent that before I introduce him to my bat. I’m not going to deal with temper tantrums just because he’s being left out of the orgies.” She gives me a very pointed look, which I try not to blush at, and then she glances back at Creed, who takes the order for what it is and goes to deal with his cousin.
Griffin sidles up beside me, wearing a pair of dark jeans and nothing else, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I melt a little, and then nod at Genevieve to keep going.
“Second…” she trails off with a frown, taking a step closer to me. “Are you okay? Things looked pretty bleak when you got back yesterday, and… I mean, clearly these guys are great at keeping your mind off of things, but what are sisters for if you can’t come crying to me when you need to?” She drops her gaze to the floor, biting her lip. “I won’t, you know, pressure you or anything, but just know I’m here and I don’t have a dick to swing at you, if you need to talk without that kind of temptation distracting you.”
Griffin stiffens beside me, I’m sure because he’s feeling guilting for ”distracting me” last night when I was such a mess. I look up at him with a soft smile, hoping he can read the truth in my eyes. He gave me exactly what I needed to get through the mess in my mind last night, and I don’t have a single regret.
Turning back to my sister, I blow out a shaky breath and say, “I’m alright. Yesterday was rough, worse than I was expecting, but… My relationship with my mom was… different. It’s hard knowing she’s gone, and that I’ll never get the chance at a better bond with her now, but losing her isn’t going to break me. Not permanently, at least. Thank you for checking, though.”
My chest aches with the words, and the memories of packing her things away and how gentle the guys were, even Asher. I must have been a fucking wreck if he wasn’t even the tiniest bit of an asshole to me for an entire day. But I meant what I said. I’m sad, a little shaken, and cracked right now, but I’m not so broken that I can’t keep going.
I’ll miss my mom every day of my life, but I won’t stop living because she’s not around.
Griffin rubs my arm soothingly and Genevieve gives me a sad smile. She pushes a hand through her hair, muttering, “Okay, that’s good. I’m really not good at this sister thing yet, so I don’t know if I would have been able to bring you back from the brink, but fuck, I’d have tried.” She finishes with a breathy laugh and then looks up at Griffin. “Thank you for being there for her. You’re my favorite. The other two are a bit on the ruthlessly dangerous and psycho side for me to trust them just yet.”
Much to my surprise, Griffin barks out a laugh, hugging me even closer to his side. “I’m hoping to be Prudence’s favorite too, but don’t tell Creed and Ash. They’ll probably team up and gut me in my sleep.”
I roll my eyes with a laugh, because no, they would not. Asher is in love with Griffin and Creed would never hurt me by taking Griffin out of my life. But it’s nice to see the easy joking between one of my guys and my sister. It makes me think that maybe this isn’t all that weird and one day we can have a totally normal family dynamic. Raise our kids together, vacation together, and bicker over dumb shit like sisters do.
I’d really like that.
“What’s the third thing?” I ask, trying to steer this conversation back on track so I can hurry up and grab a giant cup of coffee. I’ll need it if Asher is in one of his moods out there. Even with this supposed truce and that heated kiss neither of us has talked about, I”m expecting carnage. Asshole Asher is never going away, whether we get along long term or not.
Genevieve’s face falls right along with my stomach. I steel myself for bad news, but there’s nothing that can prepare me for the words that tumble from her lips.
“Um, okay. Don’t freak out. I have security cameras, so I know there”s nobody here now, but,” she begins, her voice a false calm that grates on me. She looks from me to Griffin and back, and then blurts, “There was a… gift left at the door for you.”
I could pass out. If it weren’t for Griffin’s firm grip on me, I just might have.
“You really should have led with that,” I croak while my face drains of all color and my hands begin to shake.
They got too close. We could all be dead right now… And yet we’re not.
So what new sick game are The Celestials playing now?