Chapter 11
Eleven
Standing in Wolf’s open doorway, we stare at him like a pair of creepy creepers in our pajamas.
“Should we wake him?” Jace whispers, staring longingly at the very naked, very tattooed biker in bed.
He’s on his back, one leg bent, the blankets kicked down to his feet.
His soft cock is enormous as it rests against the neatly trimmed thatch of curly black and gray hair.
An arm is thrown over his face to blot out the sun shining through the only window in the room.
I shake my head in response to Jace’s need to wake our guest when I’m just relieved he’s home. He must’ve gotten in sometime last night.
Resting his temple against the doorframe, Jace sighs wistfully. “He looks so…”
“Sexy?” I fill in for my husband, who nods like a bobblehead doll, damn near drooling at the sight of the handsome biker. I must say, he looks far more innocent and sweet when he’s asleep. Any other time, the man puts the “N” in “naughty.”
“I think we should… wake him.” Jace waggles his brows, his words dripping with innuendo.
He wants to suck Wolf’s cock.
Not that I can blame him. It is a pretty cock.
It also looks lonely over there without someone to warm it.
Hmmm.
I mean… We wouldn’t want his poor dick to be sad and lonely, would we? I don’t think so. What kind of hosts would we be if we allowed that? Not very good ones.
Swatting Jace’s ass, I whisper, “Go get ‘em, tiger,” and nod toward our guest.
Like a kid on Christmas morning, he dashes to the bed and carefully leans over the edge to suck Wolf into his mouth without jostling him awake. The moment Jace inhales him whole, Wolf groans, grips the back of Jace’s head, and thrusts. My poor husband sputters and chokes as his mouth is fucked.
On a grin, I suppress a giggle.
I know I shouldn’t, but it’s good for Jace to understand what it’s like to gag on a cock. He does it to me often enough. It’s only fair he gets a taste of his own medicine.
Frantic to please our guest, Jace shucks his sweats down to his ankles and kicks them off just as Wolf’s gravelly morning voice greets us.
“Fuck, Kid. You couldn’t wait, could ya?
” He chuckles and looks around my husband, his eyes mere slits.
“Gracie, what the hell are you doin’ all the way over there?
Come here.” Wolf crooks a finger and beckons me to the bed.
My oversized t-shirt slides up my thighs as I climb onto the end as Jace continues to inhale Wolf, his own member a bar of steel, heavy and dripping in precum. He strokes it as he does his best to give a messy blow job, and I love it. Watching him, watching them.
Curling onto my side, I rest beside the sexy biker.
Thrusting into Jace’s mouth, his fingers held tight in my husband’s hair, Wolf’s head lolls to the side, and he smiles at me, soft and welcoming. “Hi, beautiful.”
Butterflies dance in my belly as I quietly reply, “Hi.”
He rests his free hand on my thigh and squeezes. “I missed you.”
“I… I missed you, too,” I whisper, nervous to be here, to see him again. It feels like it’s been forever since he left. But the connection, the attraction, is still here. The spark as he looks at me like he wants to eat me alive.
And I want that, too.
Once Jace has gotten his fill of welcoming Wolf home, he pulls off his cock with a wet pop and stands.
His face is beet red, his lips swollen, as he pants for breath and runs a hand down his thick chest and abs, staring at us.
A small smile graces his lips before Jace nudges our guest to scoot over, so Wolf’s in the middle, and we’re on either side.
My husband pushes Wolf onto his side to face me and curls up behind him, just as he did with me the other day after our insane session in the living room.
“What the hell do you think you’re doin’, Kid?” Wolf cranes his neck to look back.
“Shhhh.” Jace grabs the base of Wolf’s neck and forces him to face me. “Just touch Gracie. I’m busy.”
There’s the snick of a lube bottle I didn’t even know Jace had, and a grunt comes from Wolf as my overeager husband plays with someone’s back door.
“Kid. Fuck. Stop. Would ya?”
“I said… shhhhh. Kiss him, Gracie.”
“Jace. I… I don’t think Wolf wants this right now.”
“Yes. He does,” my husband argues.
“Kid,” Wolf grits.
“Shhh,” Jace hisses. “Just… Fuck… Just let me, alright?”
My entire being aches.
I don’t care what they want. I fucking need this. I must have it. Since I saw the van parked outside this morning, I’ve been harder than a railroad spike, and my brain won’t shut the fuck up.
Gracie says something, but I can’t hear it through the pounding in my ears and the all-consuming hunger that forces me to slather Wolf’s hole in lube. I part his cheek and rub my aching cock over his entrance, pressing it a little bit, testing how tight he is.
He grunts as I force the tip inside.
“Jace...” Gracie calls my name, but I don’t respond.
“It’s okay, sweet girl,” the hot man in my arms whispers, trying to convince my wife.
I get it, she doesn’t want me to hurt him, and we know Wolf’s stance on getting his ass taken.
But I don’t care. I should. I really should.
If he told me no, I’d be off him in a flash.
But the way his hole accepts me, pulsing around the heat of my bare cock, his body isn’t saying no, and neither is he.
Whether he realizes it or not, Wolf wants this as much as I do.
We need this. To connect. To… damn… I don’t know. I just need to fuck him.
“Wolf. He doesn’t…” My dear Gracie speaks up, trying to reason with our third, but I cut her off at the pass.
“He does,” I growl, sliding an inch deeper. I dig my fingers into his hip, and he quakes. That tight ring relaxes just a bit more, and I feel like a goddamn king, for my patience and having this… him and her… Us.
“Wolf…” Gracie’s sweetness bleeds into the air, and I pause for a moment.
I expel a harsh breath, ready to call it quits, but then Wolf speaks, and all hesitation flies out the window.
“Come here, sweet girl. I’ve got you. Take your panties off and let me touch your pussy.”
That’s the last words to penetrate before I sink my teeth into Wolf’s tattooed shoulder and take him. I rut him like a fucking beast, licking and chewing, sucking welts into his skin as I plow his tight passage.
The ache in my chest pulses.
My balls hurt, needing to release.
When I grip his pec and slam deep, I carve through his soul, chiseling my home forever inside his warmth, making him mine and making him ours.
We’re never letting him go.
My tongue duels with Gracie’s as I rub her little clit around and around as Jace fucks me. It’s rough, and damn does it hurt, but I take it. Because I know he needs to mark me. To fill me with his seed.
All traces of the man I know are gone as he flips me on top of our sweet woman, forcing me between her thighs. Jace reaches around and guides my shaft into his wife’s cunt as he fucks me, giving me pleasure from both ends.
And he uses me to fuck us both.
I take care of Gracie as he takes care of us.
It’s heaven.
It’s hell.
When Jace slaps my ass, it burns.
But he doesn’t stop.
Over and over, he spanks me, each blow harder than the next. The harsh sounds echo off the walls.
“Wolf?” Gracie cups my cheek, checking on me as her chest rises and falls, her soft skin flushed in arousal, those lips swollen because of me. I did that. She’s gorgeous. My gorgeous, sweet girl.
Jace slams forward and forces my cock to drive deep into our girl, and her moan, damn, her moan is everything.
I drop my forehead into the crook of her neck. “I’m… Fuck,” I force out.
Running her hands through my hair, she rasps, “Does it feel good?”
“Yes, sweet girl.” I nod against her soft warmth as her cunt strangles my shaft. “I… Fuck…Yes. Squeeze me just like that. Fuck. You’re gonna make me come. Kid. Fuck. Kid…. I’m…”
Fingers dig into my hips, sure to leave bruises. “Come in her,” Jace snarls. “Go on.”
“Fuck.” I punch the pillow beside Gracie’s head and grit my teeth.
Jace rains hellfire down on my backside. “I’m gonna come in your tight ass.”
“Jace,” Gracie moans.
“Go on, babe. Come for us. I’ve got you. Here.” With a slam of his hips, Jace shatters my world. Gripping the sheets on either side of Gracie, I moan as he forces me to explode. On and on, Jace batters my prostate as our sweet girl’s cunt milks me dry.
I black out for a moment, and I’m shaking when I come to, still hard inside the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I cup her cheek as I stare into her eyes. They’re damp with unshed tears as she struggles to catch her breath.
“Hi, sweet girl.”
“Hi,” she squeaks.
“Are you okay?”
Her bottom lip wobbles.
My heart cracks all the way open. “I missed you so goddamn much.”
Dropping my mouth to Gracie’s, I kiss her softly, long and sweet, taking my time to say hello to get reacquainted. My cock twitches inside her, and she laughs the cutest bubbly sound against my lips. My heart reacts, thumping inside my chest.
“He missed you, too,” I tease, nudging her nose with mine as I flex my dick again.
Jace slips from my hole as he rubs my back. “Sorry. I was a little rough.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him.
“I… I don’t know what the fuck came over me.”
“It’s alright.”
Spreading my cheeks, I sense his eyes on me, looking there. “I love seein’ my cum leak from your hole.
“Yeah. Well, you’re gonna be full of cum, soon enough. Don’t go gettin’ used to that,” I warn.
Jace grunts and pushes a finger inside me, and my cock twitches. “This is so hot.”
I’m sure it is.
But he doesn’t get to fuck me, and that’s just it.
Nope. That’s not how this works.
To show him what happens when you use my body, I shove my hips back, and he tumbles off the end of the bed in a mess of limbs, landing heavy.
“What the fuck was that for?” he growls as he gets to his feet.
Now that I’ve nutted and am still hard, I shoot off the mattress and wrestle him to the floor. Jace puts up a solid fight, grappling and grunting as I twist him into a pretzel. Gracie watches from the bed, cheering us on.
Once I pin Jace, and we’re both breathing like we just ran a marathon, I slam my mouth to his and kiss the life out of him.
I bite his lips as payback for the hickies he left all over me.
When I force his legs over my shoulders and line up my bare cock, I spit on my hand and treat him even worse than he did.
I barely lube him before I force my way into his big, hot, muscled body.
Jace moans.
Loudly.
In pleasured pain, his face screws up like he hates it, but he doesn’t stop me.
He takes it.
Every thrust.
Every goddamn thing I want, I do to him, and he doesn’t pull away.
Knowing he needs something to do with his mouth and his dick isn’t clean enough for our woman, I wave for Gracie to join us.
“Sit on his face, sweet girl. Suffocate him…” I urge our woman and grip Jace’s pec hard. “Tell her, Kid. Beg her to sit on your face.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?” I slap his cheek. I know he can do better than that.
“Sit on my face.”
Climbing off the bed on shaky legs, Gracie straddles Jace, facing me, and does as she’s told. We meet in the middle, kissing, and I play with her beautiful tits as we use Jace for our own pleasure, just like he used me.
“He’s such a good boy, taking Daddy’s cock,” I rumble against Gracie’s lips.
“Yes.”
“Do you want my cock, again, too, sweet girl?”
“Yes.”
“What else do you want?”
“You.”
“Aw. Sweet girl, you’re already mine.”
Her adorable eyes widen in surprise. “I am?”
“Fuck yes, you are. You’re both mine. I’m not goin’ anywhere. Now be a good girl and come for me.”
Doing as she’s told, Gracie obeys and drops her chin to her chest, hands on her thighs. She quakes as she comes all over Jace’s face. It’s everything. They’re everything.
But we’re not fucking done.
Not even close.
I’ve spent a week dreaming of them.
Of what it’d be like comin’ home.
Fuck.
Home.
So I’m gonna show ‘em just how much I thought about.
Let’s hope we can walk tomorrow.
Ha. Who am I kidding?