True Blue (Imperium Coast #1)

Chapter 20

20

T he door to our suite closes behind Bentley and the tension between the three of us ratchets up to an eleven. I want to reach out and devour each of them, but I don’t know which one to start with. My eyes ping pong between them, chest heaving as my breathing becomes shallow. Janette pants as well between us, and Bentley looks over each of us slowly, hand still on the doorknob behind him.

“Bedroom,” Bentley says, and we both head toward his room without a second thought. I pull my overshirt off on the way, letting it fall to the floor in his room. Janette wears a striped, blue sweater and tight black jeans and I click my tongue when I turn around, still finding her fully dressed.

“Turn around,” I say when all three of us are in the room, pulling my tee shirt over my head. Janette turns to face Bentley, who smirks down at her, before using one hand to pull his burgundy sweater over his head at the back of his neck. His stomach and abs appear first, followed by his broad and tanned chest smattered with hair. I step in behind Janette, placing my hands on her hips and sliding them up slowly under her sweater, trailing my palms against the sides of her waist. She lifts her arms up when I hit the edge of her bra and I whip the sweater away. She leans back against my chest, warm skin meeting mine and making me shudder as my hands land on her jean clad hips again.

Bentley steps up, grabbing her jaw in one of his hands and tipping her head back. “How do you want us, sunshine?”

She opens her mouth, eyes widening as she stares up at him. “How do you want me?” she asks, and he chuckles.

His eyes meet mine and he reaches out with his other hand, grabbing my jaw the same way he holds hers. He pulls me forward, pecking me on the mouth over her head. “I want you to taste her first, before I fuck our girl and then you can call the shots. Good?” I nod as he speaks, my jeans feeling impossibly tight now.

He leans down and kisses her quickly too, before releasing both of us and stepping back. I spin her around, smiling down at the dazed look on her face. She stares up at me through lidded eyes, hands landing on my bare chest. “Hi, Blue,” I whisper, moving my hands to pop the button of her jeans and slowly sliding down to my knees as I pull down her zipper at the same pace. “You good with Bentley’s plan?” She nods vigorously, following my descent with her head. I grin, grabbing the sides of her jeans and shimmying them down her legs, kissing her skin as I reveal each new inch.

“Words, baby,” I murmur.

“Yes,” she breathes as she steps out of her pants, and I toss them behind us. She stands before me in her black bra and teal underwear, and I take a moment to let my gaze travel over her, noticing goosebumps appear in its wake.

“Beautiful,” I say, still on my knees before her.

She closes her eyes and I stand, placing my hands on her waist and then sliding them down to the backs of her thighs. Her eyes fly open as I part her legs and lift, hoisting her up so that she wraps her legs around my waist, grabbing onto the back of my neck with a yelp. I turn and toss her onto the bed, watching her bounce a couple of times before sitting up and reaching back to rip her bra off.

Her breasts spill out in front of me, and I hear Bentley groan from behind me. I glance back, finding him in just his boxers, hand already moving beneath the waistband. I wink at him before turning back to Janette. “Impatient, Blue?”

“More like internally combusting. Get down here.” She reaches forward, popping the button on my jeans and ripping the zipper down in under a second. I start pushing them down my legs, but she reaches into my waistband, straight past my boxers and grips me tight in her soft palm. I grunt, stepping closer as she starts to stroke up and down my cock at a measured pace, staring up at me through her lashes.

My head tips back and I enjoy the feel of her touching me for a moment before I hear a throat clearing behind me. Shaking my head, I look back down at her, grabbing her wrist to stop her movements. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, Blue. We’re following Bentley’s instructions, remember?” I pull her hand away, pushing her lightly back down to the bed and following as she crawls back from the edge. Every part of my skin touching hers feels on fire as I lay myself over her. My lips touch her collarbone, and she squirms, hand coming up and gripping my hair. She whines as I kiss and suck my way down her chest, bringing my hands up to cup her tits and massage them against my face.

I pull her nipple into my mouth and nip lightly, pinching her other one in my hands. A hard warm body lies over top of me, a chin nudging my hand away from the nipple I’m playing with. I open my eyes, moving my hand back as Bentley bends over me and sucks Janette’s free nipple into his mouth. He side-eyes me before grinding his hips into my back, making my eyes roll back in my head a bit.

Janette cries out, writhing beneath the two of us as she tries to get friction against her covered core. I slide my hand down the center of her sternum, letting it slowly trail down to the edge of her underwear.

Releasing her nipple, I drag in a heavy breath, pushing my fingers past the elastic barrier and across her damp skin.

“You’re going to need to get off me, if you want me to get her wet enough for you,” I say huskily, watching Bentley suck a hickey into the underside of her breast. I move my hand against her center, finding her clit with my middle finger as I hold her open with my index and thumb. I start to rub slow circles against her, using barely any pressure and Janette cries out, throwing her arm over her eyes and trying to catch her breath.

Bentley continues his assault on her skin, and she unfolds her arm, bringing her hand down to tug at the hair at the back of his head. He closes his eyes blissfully even as my scalp prickles in sympathy pain. Bentley releases her skin, licking over the purply red spot that blooms, his teeth marks stark white around the center. “You can be rougher than that, sunshine,” he whispers against her skin, eyes meeting her burning gaze from below. I groan, feeling my dick twitch at the look shared between them, still covered by my boxers against her thigh.

Bentley turns to me, grabbing the back of my head over Janette’s hand, now loosely resting there with her fingers weaved into my hair. He holds my head in place as he wraps around me from behind, kissing me soundly before biting the tip of my tongue.

“Hurry up,” he mumbles against my lips and pulling back to remove himself from the bed again.

I snort, looking back at him over my shoulder as Janette starts massaging my scalp. “Not going to happen. I’m going to take my time and you’re going to wait your turn.” His eyes narrow on me before I turn back around, feeling the sting of his palm against my ass, slightly dulled by the boxers protecting my skin.

I grunt and smirk up at Janette as she bites into her bottom lip and rolls her hips against my hand, still moving lazily in her underwear. “I’m team hurry up,” she whines, and I press against her clit, making her cry out again.

“You got it, Blue.” I kiss down to her stomach, dipping my tongue into her naval and pulling my hand away from her center. I move both hands to the sides of her hips, grabbing the edges of her underwear and rising up to pull them down her legs. She helps, widening her knees once they’re free. I kneel on the edge of the bed, looking down at her for a moment, completely naked and panting, skin flushed around her chest and neck. Bentley’s mark blooms across her skin and I make a note to leave one of my own somewhere before the night is over.

Placing my hands on her inner thighs and massaging them, I press her wider and scoot down so that my face is level with their apex. Her skin glistens with arousal, and her hands return to the back of my head, trying to push me forward as I start to lick around the edges of her skin. “Patience,” I murmur, letting the vibration of the word wash over her skin.

“If you don’t do something soon, I'm going to fucking die.”

I chuckle, licking up the center of her folds and parting her for me. She mewls and I meet her eyes over the length of her body. “Can’t have that,” I whisper.

“Quit teasing,” Bentley grumbles. Her eyes stray over to him behind us before her head falls back to the bed as I dive in. I start licking and teasing with the stiff end of my tongue, circling her entrance before trailing up to suck on her clit. Her taste floods my mouth, making me moan against her and continue to lap up all that I can get. She rocks against my face, muttering curses as I hold her legs wide, and they flex under my hands.

Janette climbs higher, muscles tensing beneath me before she shatters with a scream, hips spasming as her legs tense further. I drink up her cum, feeling it run down my chin and try to catch as much of it as I can against my tongue, slowly working her through her orgasm and bringing her back down.

She heaves air into her lungs as I sit back up, feeling on top of the world as we stare at each other. Her whole body goes slack against Bentley’s comforter, eyes barely open as a lazy smile paints her face.

“Fast enough for you?” I say, palming my crotch to try to ease the need to bury myself inside her. She stretches out beneath me, not bothering to answer as Bentley presses in against my back, chest warm and solid. He snakes his hand down my stomach and into my boxers, batting my own hand out of the way. I groan as he strokes me, spreading the leaking precum from my tip around the head of my cock. My eyes fall closed, and I lean my head back against him.

“Go sit over there and watch me fuck her,” he whispers in my ear, taking my earlobe in between his lips and sucking on it. I jolt, and he releases me, pushing me a little toward the corner of the bed. I scramble over Janette’s leg, turning to sit with my back against the headboard and watch them together. My hand goes to my straining dick, pushing my boxers down with my other hand to release it and slowly squeeze and pump myself.

Bentley slides into the space I left between her legs, sitting back on his knees and grinning wolfishly down at her. “Did he get you ready enough for me, sunshine?” She sits up on her elbows, muscles a little languid and shaky.

“When do I get to watch you two together?” she asks, trying to sound authoritative, but still breathless. I bark out a laugh, earning a glare over her shoulder.

“Next time,” Bentley promises and my stomach contracts at the idea. “Tonight’s about reassuring you, remember? How we doing so far?”

Janette falls back against the bed, breasts jiggling with the light impact. “Fabulously,” she says, tipping her chin up to look back at me and smile. I wink down at her, feeling my chest expand at her praise.

Bentley taps her thigh. “Good, now flip over.” She complies, moving her legs around his body and ending up facing me on her hands and knees, ass aligned with Bentley’s boxer covered crotch. She trails her eyes down my naked body, coming back up to watch me stroke myself and lick her lips.

Bentley stands up, dropping his boxers to the floor, and leans over behind her, opening a drawer in his bedside table. He rummages around and Janette looks over her shoulder, watching him pull a condom out and close the drawer.

“Not needed,” she whispers, making his head whip up to look down at her. My eyes widen with his as she shakes her head. “I’ve got an IUD so as long as you boys are clean, we’re all good.” My brain explodes as my dick jumps in my hand at the idea of fucking her bare.

Bentley picks his jaw up, clearing his throat and flipping the wrapped condom between his fingers. “You sure?” She nods and he tosses the condom onto the table, climbing back in behind her hurriedly. She giggles, turning to look back up at me, pupils blown wide. I lean forward, taking her chin in the hand not currently servicing my cock and kiss her swollen lips, licking along the bottom one before pulling back again.

“I want you in my mouth while he drives into me,” she says, staring me down. I groan, looking over her at Bentley who rubs circles into her hips, watching us.

“That work for you?” I ask, silently praying he says yes.

He snorts. “You get to call the shots once I fuck her, remember? If you both want that, no way in hell am I stopping you.”

I smile. “Well, get to fucking her then.”

He smooths a hand over her back, pushing her knees wider with his own and focusing his attention on her ass. She hums as he lines himself up, running his tip through her folds to spread her moisture onto him. I watch from the side, holding my breath as his hand reaches her shoulder and he notches himself at her entrance. She sucks in a breath sharply, and he presses forward, head dipping in and stretching her out. Her arms give out and her chest falls to the bed as she gives us a little whimper. I squeeze myself, slowly bringing my hand down my length as he rocks into her inch by inch.

“Fuck,” he mutters once his hips are flush with her cheeks, one hand moving off her shoulder to rub circles into her back while the other holds her tightly by the hip. “You good?” he checks with her.

She nods against the comforter, mumbling “Mmhmm,” before picking her head up and finding my eyes. “Want more.”

I clamber to my knees, rushing over to kneel in front of her face as she pushes back up onto her hands. Bentley waits, face pinched with the effort. Once I'm within range, she grabs the base of my dick, licking around the head slowly before sucking it in between her lips. My chest rises and crashes harshly as I gasp and put my hands on either side of her head. She sucks me in farther and Bentley brings his hand from her back to her other hip.

“Ready?” he asks, and she hums, making my eyes roll back in my head. Her tongue laves around my length as he pulls back and then slams forward, making me hit the back of her throat. I pull back a bit as Bentley starts to move, starting with slow measured thrusts that continue to push her forward onto me. She taps my hand, closing her eyes and relaxing her mouth to give me permission to move.

I grip her curls, dragging myself along her tongue before pushing back in at the same time Bentley snaps forward. We move in tandem, quickly matching the others' rhythm. Janette moans around me with each thrust and my mind goes blank in pleasure, hips taking over. Bentley reaches forward, tangling his hand with her hair and one of mine as we start to lose our rhythm, racing toward the building release I can practically taste in the air around us. His other hand winds around her side and disappears. I know the moment he finds her clit because her eyes fly open, and she starts sucking me with renewed fervor.

Groans and panting accompany the sound of her slurping on my cock as we all keep moving, each interlocked. Bentley leans over her, untangling his hand from mine and hooking the back of my neck to pull me forward and plunge his tongue down my throat, mimicking the frantic movement of him inside her. Two more pumps and he grunts into my mouth, drawing back to press our foreheads together as he spills inside her. Janette screams her release, the vibrations making my balls draw up tight. I come across the back of her tongue, crying out as she swallows around me and prolongs my orgasm.

I pull back first, dragging myself from her mouth so she can breathe. We all pant and collapse to the side, falling in a heap on the pillows at the top of Bentley’s bed. Janette ends up between the two of us, back pressed against Bentley’s chest and nuzzling her face against my neck. Bentley throws an arm across her, reaching my back and holding both of us. I reach down and push the comforter out from underneath us before pulling it up to cover our entangled sated bodies. Janette wedges a leg between both of mine and I throw my arm across both of them, hand landing on Bentley’s hip.

“You settled on how we all feel now?” I murmur into Janette’s hair.

She mumbles something and I chuckle, squeezing them both a little closer.

“Night, Blue,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “That was soul altering so don’t be surprised if you wake up with one of us between your legs again.”

She chuckles sleepily, eyes staying closed, and Bentley’s hand reaches down to squeeze my ass. “Night, Bent,” I whisper, leaning across her to kiss his forehead quick. He mumbles something too low to hear as his breathing evens out and I settle back against the pillow, quickly falling asleep too.