Chapter 40 Maeve
MAEVE
I got up from the sofa for the third time during the movie and walked to the kitchen window.
“He still there?” Poe asked from the sofa.
“No.” The stray dog I’d been feeding had been lurking outside the loft all night. I’d already been down to feed him and give him water and had gone down a second time just to keep him company, but I was worried about him all alone out in the cold. “I still think we should bring him inside.”
“Bram will lose his shit,” Remy said, his gaze locked on the action movie playing on the TV.
A week earlier I would have said Bram was a coldhearted bastard, but that was before our date a few nights ago.
Now it was impossible not to see Bram’s coldness as a product of all he’d been through.
It wasn’t a get-out-of-jail-free card, but it definitely added another dimension to all his hard edges.
Plus, he hadn’t seemed to mind the yellow dog hanging around.
I walked back to the sofa and resumed my position at one end of it, my feet in Poe’s lap. “Have you heard from the Kings?”
Poe shook his head. “Not yet. I’m sure they’ll get in touch soon.”
I thought about the three men I’d met at the restaurant and the girl named Willa with the baby. It was the second time in just a couple of weeks that I’d been exposed to a foursome and it did all kinds of crazy things to my imagination.
There had been a lot of reasons my relationship with the Butchers hadn’t seemed sustainable, but one of the biggest had been the numbers: no real woman in the real world had a long-term relationship with multiple men in which all parties involved were not only okay with it, but all in.
Now I couldn’t help questioning my own premise. Apparently there were at least two women in the real world who did exactly that, and not only did it seem to be working, but all parties involved seemed pretty happy and well adjusted.
Willa and the Kings even had a baby.
Not that I wanted a baby with the Butchers. God no.
My whole body got hot just thinking about it.
“Want to turn it off?” Poe asked, rubbing one of my feet.
I had socks on but the firm pressure of his hands on the bottom of my feet was still a turn-on, and I realized I hadn’t been paying attention to the movie. “No, it’s okay.”
I was too distracted to be into it, but I didn’t want to spoil their fun. Bram was “working” at Syd’s and Remy had suggested we stay in and watch a movie. He’d even made popcorn.
Poe shifted my foot onto his dick and my breath caught when I realized he was hard. “I can think of something else we could do if you’re bored.”
I glanced at Remy and saw that he was watching us with hooded eyes, his blond hair falling over his forehead, sculpted chest bare over his jeans.
I moved my foot, using it to massage Poe’s dick. “Like what?”
He shifted and slid a hand under my sweats, up my bare calf. “We could start by getting you out of those clothes.”
“Then what?” There was a hitch in my breath as his hand stroked the back of my knee.
“Well, I’d have to eat your pussy,” he said. “But I’d kiss you first because I’m a gentleman.”
My nipples were hard, and I felt the wet slide of desire in my pussy as his hand reached past my knee to my thigh. “That… could be more fun than a movie.”
He removed his hand from under my sweats and stretched over my body. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been more cozy than nestled between the sofa and Poe’s body, and I sank into the feeling as he reached up to stroke my hair back from my forehead.
“You’re so fucking pretty, little bird.”
I slipped my hands under his T-shirt and over the muscled expanse of his back and he lowered his head to kiss me.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, another match to the kindling burning between my thighs. He still lit me on fire, but now there was something familiar in the kiss too, something comforting that made me feel like I was home.
I met the sweeps of his tongue with my own and one of his hands mapped a path down my neck and over my tits. He reached under my sweatshirt and cupped one of my tits with his hand, thumbing my nipple over my bra.
I opened my thighs for him and he settled against my cunt. His hard cock sent a bolt of white lightning to my core and I wrapped my legs around his calves and moved my hips to get more of the friction I craved.
He moaned and broke our kiss, then trailed his lips over my jaw to my ear. “I told you I’d kiss you first, but now I’m going to have to taste that pussy.”
I shivered as he kissed his way down my neck.
He reached for the hem of my sweatshirt, pulled it off my body, and tossed it aside. Then he tugged my bra down to free my tits.
He palmed them, his eyes as dark as the evening sky right after sunset. “Jesus, your tits are perfect. You see this, Remy? Doesn’t our little bird have perfect tits?”
I’d almost forgotten Remy was there, but when I opened my eyes, his gaze was locked on my body. His jeans were unzipped and he’d taken his big dick in his hand and was stroking slowly while he watched.
“Everything about her is perfect,” Remy said. He dropped his eyes to his cock. “Look what you do to us, killer.”
Poe dipped his head to take one of my tits in his mouth. I sighed, arching my back as he sucked, wanting him to take it all. I drew my thighs up around his hips, grinding to get more friction on my clit.
He pulled away with a groan. “Fuck. I’m going to need you to stop doing that if you don’t want me to cream my jeans, little bird.”
He rose onto his knees and pulled off my sweatpants, leaving on my red underwear. Reaching between our bodies, he made circles on my clit through the lace, the barely there barrier somehow making for an even more erotic experience than if I’d been naked.
I was so close to feeling his bare skin on my pussy. So close.
I dropped one leg to the floor next to the sofa and used the leverage to work the pressure on my pussy.
His chuckle was low and sexy. “Our little bird likes having her pussy worked, Rem.”
“Then stop talking and work it.” I let my eyes flicker open and saw that Remy was still stroking his cock, his hazel eyes burning green with hunger. “What our killer wants, our killer gets.”
“That what you want?” Poe asked me. “You ready for me to eat your pussy now?”
“Yes.” I was desperate for it. I didn’t care that we were in the living room, that my tits jutted over my bra and my legs were spread. I wouldn’t have cared if Reva had walked in on us.
Okay, maybe I’d care about that.
Poe pushed my underwear aside and scooted down on the sofa. His hot breath blew over my exposed pussy in the moment before his tongue slid through my slit.
I moaned long and low, closing my eyes as the pleasure rocked my body.
“Fuck yeah,” Remy groaned.
I slid my hands into Poe’s hair and closed my fingers around the silky locks, holding his head in place as he stuck his tongue deep inside me, his face buried in my cunt.
“Eat it,” Remy said. “Eat it all.”
Poe lapped at my pussy, covering it with his tongue, running it though my slippery folds and over my clit like a hungry animal that couldn’t get enough.
An orgasm was building at my core and I lifted my hips to meet the strokes of his tongue, then gasped as he covered my clit with it, sucking and lapping in a sensual rhythm that matched the movements of my hips.
“Play with your tits, killer.”
I obeyed Remy’s command without question. I was well past any rational thought. I only wanted more pleasure, and right then more pleasure meant obeying
“Fuck yeah,” Remy said. “Squeeze your nipples with your fingers.”
I did and Poe plunged his fingers inside me hard and deep.
The combined sensations pushed me over the edge and I shuddered against his mouth as the orgasm washed over my body, my nipples hard and sensitive, my pussy clamping down on Poe’s fingers as they tunneled through me.
“Oh my god… fuck… fuck…”
For a long minute there was nothing but bliss, all the confusion of the past few months with the Butchers dissolved in the simple ecstasy of our fucking.
I was barely aware it was over when Remy spoke.
“That was fun, but I’m going to need you to suck Poe’s dick while I fuck you now, killer. I’m done watching.”