Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
SIMON
R hodes is wiggling his ass at Nyx. She reaches her hand out, and I mindlessly give the lube to her. She’s quick to land a smack with her free hand to his ass cheek. He groans, thoroughly enjoying what’s happening. He growls and pulls Sloane’s body under him in one swift move. “Come here.”
I can feel the sexual tension; if I’m honest, they’ve always had it. I think we all have in some way, shape, or fashion and just never did anything about it…
Until tonight.
Nyx instructs, “Get settled into Sloane and then I’ll feed my cock into this tight little hole.”
Sloane grips his already leaking cock and starts rubbing it through her slit. “Fuck you’re so wet,” Rhodes groans.
“That’s not me—that’s all Asher that you’re about to fuck back into me.”
“Fucckk.” I’m biting my fist to keep from saying anymore. My cock is painfully hard again just from watching.
In a serious tone, Rhodes asks her, “Are you sure about this, Sloane?”
“Yes, I need you in me. Now.” She lines him up at her entrance, and he lowers down slowly.
And right as he’s pulling back up, Nyx is at his back hole, ready to go. Lubed toy and all. I see him tense for a second, and then he murmurs, “Do it, Nyx. I need it.”
Asher has his cock in he hand, pumping his length, and that has Sloane reaching out to take over for him. I crawl over to the other side of her head, and she’s quick to grab my cock and starts the same motion.
Fuck I don’t know what to look at. Everyone's features are covered in pleasure, and if I think about it too long, I’ll end up busting all over my wife’s tits in an embarrassing amount of time.
Quicker than even Asher, and that’s bad…
“Fuck me, Nyx, don’t hold back. You want our girl to enjoy this, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah, I do!” She picks up her speed and starts to angle her cock down to hit his prostate better. I know she’s hitting it because he’s throwing his head back in pleasure.
“Somebody rub her clit. Make her come, please.” The pleading lacing Asher voice is almost desperate. I know he’s right there, and so am I.
I reach one hand down, and so does Asher. He finds her spot first, so I pull my hand back up and practically shoving my cock into Asher’s mouth, and he doesn’t even flinch. Just sucks making a show of hallowing his cheeks for me while holding full eye contact.
This little fuck’s head is really going to have me busting.
“Thanks, pup.” I give him a soft smack on the cheek, and he moans at that, too.
Dear God, these four are really going to be the death of me.
Leaving Asher’s mouth and finding Sloane’s hole, which is still occupied with Rhodes’ impressive cock. I slide my finger into Sloane’s hole beside Rhode’s cock, which has his head lifting and finding my eyes. He smirks, leaning down to press his lips to Sloane’s.
She’s wriggling under Rhodes’, I know, on the verge of coming any second. I press upward slightly on Rhodes’ cock, sending him to that perfect spot inside her.
He pulls away, breathless. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight. I’m gonn?—”
Right in his ear, I demand him, “Breed her. Breed my fucking wife .” Sloane whimpers from my disgusting words, but I know she’s eating this up and will be begging for more.
And with a roar, he does just that, pumping that perfect cunt so full of him. I want to watch it drip from her. With that thought and the pressure she’s gripping me, I come all over her perfect tits, and Asher is panting, following the lead right behind me.
Asher whispers, “We’ve made a mess…”
“Be a good boy, and clean Mommy up.”
I scoop the tired body of my beautiful wife up in my arms and make my way to our ensuite bathroom. They know they can use the hall bathroom if they want to shower, and frankly, at this moment, I couldn’t care less.
I need this time with her.
To make sure she’s still feeling okay after everything we just did.
After crossing the line with not just one of our best friends, but three of them.
I sit her down on the sink, whispering to her, “Sit right here for a second; let me get the water to the satanic temperature you love.”
She gives me a giggle, and that is exactly what my soul needs in this moment. I reach into our stand-up shower, turn the water on, check it, and head back to scoop her back up. This time, I make her straddle my waist, and not even seconds later, I can feel the mixture of cum running down my length. I’m gritting my teeth, trying not to get hard again. She needs her care and rest before I can have her body again.
I shift us to where the water is washing over both of our bodies, and she lets out a little sigh of contentment. I question her, “How are you feeling, baby?”
She leans her head back into the water and groans out her response, “So, so, good.”
“Are you okay to stand?”
She gives me one of her signature bratty-eye roles. “Yes, Simon. I’m not some fragile, frail thing.”
I sit her down, and she sways a little. My eyebrows pull up in a questioning gesture, but she just gives me a playful smack on my chest. I grab her shampoo off the shelf and start to massage it into her scalp. The hope that my dick wasn’t going to get hard is long gone.
“Ignore it. I’m sorry,” I whisper as she looks down at my cock that apparently has a mind of its own, and clearly isn’t worn out from all the activities we’ve participated in.
She runs a gentle fist over my length, almost in appreciation. “I love when you get hard while you’re taking care of me. It shows me that you actually care to do this.”
“I know, but it’s stabbing you in the stomach.” I tilt her head back, rinsing the first shampoo out and grabbing some more. That was the first thing she was sure to teach me when this started becoming our thing after the wild scenes we would have. Once that’s fully rinsed, I condition her ends and rinse it, as well.
I run my soapy hands all over her body, but stop at the bloodied heart and smile, knowing it’s going to mark her perfect stomach so pretty.
She looks up at me with those pleading eyes. “I don’t want this to change anything between us or any of them.”
I assure her, “It won’t, baby. We were just playing the game.”