Chapter 5
SABLE
I awoke with something hard pressed into my hip.
What the…
Oh. I was in the middle of my bed, a man on either side of me. Whose cock was that? I opened my eyes a crack to see Leif asleep in front of me.
Woody then. I wriggled my ass, making him groan.
"Fucking hell, woman," he muttered. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Trying to? No," I murmured. "If things happen, they happen."
I was almost certain he wasn't going to die from me grinding against him. If he did, he was more fragile than he looked.
"I'll come in my pants," he grunted. "Or…" He pressed a hand to my hip and pulled me back onto him even harder.
"I did say you don't have self-control," I teased.
"Fuck self-control." He slid his hand over my hips, between my legs, rubbing the side of his fingers against the top of my thighs.
I groaned as he grazed against my clit.
"You sure I'm the one without self-control?" He rubbed harder.
"I have my moments," I admitted.
"Of course you do."
I missed his hand when he moved it away from my pussy, but a moment later he pushed it down the front of my leggings and panties. His calloused fingers found my clit and stroked.
"I feel how much you hate me," he said, pressing a finger inside me. "You hate me so much, you're wet as hell."
"Ironic, isn't it?" I asked.
He grunted a laugh. "If you say so. Maybe you like me more than you say you do."
"Definitely not," I replied. "I know an asshole when I feel one."
He took that as his cue to grind his cock against my ass, pressing against my rear hole, only fabric between us.
"Me too," he said. "I have to say you have a delicious ass."
"Do I now?"
"Yep." He grabbed the waistband of my leggings and panties and shoved them down halfway to my knees.
I didn't know what he was doing when he wriggled down, not until he licked my ass, then bit it. I managed to contain my squeal so I wouldn't wake Leif.
"I was right," Woody said, licking my other ass cheek. "Delicious. You smell fucking good too."
He bent my knee, opening me out to him, before running his tongue over the inside of my leg and up to my pussy. "Don't tell me you haven't been dreaming of this."
"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't." I had, more times than I could count. Too many, under the circumstances. Given the past between us, should I let him anywhere near me, much less my pussy?
"Woody," I whispered.
"Don't. We can talk about it later."
I wanted to argue, but he was lapping at my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves. Coherent thought fled my brain, replaced with one thing, need.
"That's so good," I groaned.
He hummed his agreement and went on licking. Sucking gently. Then harder.
"Don't stop," I moaned. I thought he might stop to spite me, but he didn't.
If anything, he sucked harder. He pressed a couple of fingers inside me while he sucked, stroking my insides and driving me closer to oblivion.
His fingers and mouth were magic. Talented. Rough, but attentive to every moan, each gasp that slipped from my lips. He was a quick learner.
Before I could stop myself, I came against his mouth, biting my lip to keep from crying out, my back arching up off the mattress. He went on working me until my orgasm faded, leaving my skin sensitive enough I needed to pull away from him.
He raised his face and stared at me before pulling his fingers out and rolling off the bed.
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Woody!" I called out after him.
He shook his head and raised a hand, dismissing me before he stalked away.
I rolled onto my back and sighed at the ceiling. What the hell just happened?
"No one ever said he didn't need an attitude adjustment," Leif said between yawns.
"I don't understand him." I turned my face to look over at Leif.
"Join the club," he smiled. "No one understands Woody, including Woody. If I have to guess, he's off dealing with his woody."
Woody had disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later the shower started.
I pictured him with water pouring down all over his body, his fingers wrapped around his cock. Pumping himself until he came under the flow. Hot water washing away his pearly release.
"He's right, though," Leif said, breaking into my thoughts. "You two should talk later. You wouldn't want to rush into something if you still hate each other. I don't know, but that sounds like a recipe for a heaping plate of regret."
"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "I suppose we should."
I was caught up in the moment, but now I thought about it, Woody was right to walk away. I had enough regrets in my life without adding another one to the list.
I didn't know if we'd ever have anything between us except animosity. Should I forgive him for the things he did? The jury was still out on that. After all, I was still alive, right?
"I'll talk to him if you want," Leif offered. "But in the meantime…" He rolled over and pinned my wrists to the bed.
"I heard a rumor—“ his lips grazed mine “—that you're nice and wet. Seems like a shame to waste that, wouldn't you say?"
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, switching gears from Woody to Leif. Should it have been more difficult than it was? Maybe, but here we were.
I liked the way Leif's body pressed against mine, his erection hard against my side.
"It would be a waste," I agreed.
"Since I hate to waste anything…" He grabbed my leggings and panties and pulled them the rest of the way off, then helped me out of my sweatshirt. I'd already taken my bra off before I lay down, so I was bare in front of him.
"Has anyone told you lately that you're beautiful?" He licked one of my nipples, his eyes on mine, then the other.
I shivered. "Not lately."
"We definitely need to fix that." He sucked my nipple while pushing his pants off with one hand. He tried kicking them off his feet, but they wouldn't budge from around his ankles.
He rolled his eyes and held up a finger. "One moment, please."
I held back a smile as he grabbed his pants with his hand and yanked them away. His shirt went next, leaving his firm, muscular body bare for me to enjoy.
"Much better," he said, lying back over me. He parted my thighs with his knees, and positioned his cock outside my entrance.
"I've been dreaming about this," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. "The dream doesn't usually end this way."
"How does it end?" I asked.
"Usually with you turning into a chicken and flying away." He grinned.
I giggled. "I don't seem to be turning into a chicken." I raised one of my arms and waved it. "Still an arm."
"Thank fuck for that," he said. "I'd be scared if you developed a couple of wings."
I lowered my arms and wrapped them around his neck instead, pulling him down to me as he slid in deeper.
"You might want to eat me."
His laughter vibrated both our chests.
"Cupcake, I definitely want to eat you. But right now I want to do this." He pushed himself the rest of the way in until he was seated, balls deep inside my pussy. "Fuck, you feel good."
"So do you," I said. I felt so full, my pussy clamped around him.
"Not as good as you," he insisted. "Nothing in the world could feel as good as this."
"I could argue with you, but I think we both feel good," I said.
"I can agree with that."
He started to move inside me. Sliding out a little, then back in all the way. Small, even thrusts. Taking his time.
The water in the shower was still flowing. The sound of Woody grunting came through a gap in the door. Straining, working himself while Leif worked his cock inside me.
"Shame that wall is there," Leif remarked.
He could hear it too and he wasn't turned off. His eyes were dark and focused. His thrusts became deeper and faster.
"You're not going to knock it down, are you?" I asked. I'd seen them do that often enough on the shows I watched.
"Open plan bedroom and bathroom," he mused. "Tempting as that is, it's a good idea to keep moisture away from other parts of the house. Moisture from the shower, that is. Other moisture should be everywhere." He grinned and slowed again.
"So practical," I remarked.
I won't lie, I was happy to hear my wall could stay. I liked a private bathroom, even if it meant I couldn't see what Woody was doing in there. My fertile imagination filled in the gaps.
"I've been called worse." He rolled us over so I was on top of him. "How do you like being in control?"
The question seemed important to him.
I frowned while I thought, wanting to be honest in return.
I was in control when I sucked Woody off. I'd enjoyed that immensely. I never experienced anything like it though. Not that I was very experienced with sex, but I was usually the one doing what I was told.
Looking down at him, I felt powerful. Desirable. Like I had with Woody. His pleasure was mine to decide. The angle, the speed. When he came.
"I see you like the idea," he said as I pressed my hands to his chest and rode him slowly. He placed his hands to either side of his head, palms up, surrendering to me.
Why was that so fucking hot? I moved faster, rolling my hips, rubbing my clit against him each time.
Having two orgasms with Forrest and Leif the other night wasn't the anomaly, I suspected. I was close to coming again already.
"Mmm, Sable," Leif groaned. He was close himself. "You're perfection."
My face heated at the praise. I was anything but perfect, but I wasn't going to contradict him in this moment.
If he wanted to say something nice while my breasts were swaying above his face, I wouldn't argue.
Besides, I was busy coming. Shattering into more pieces than the ashes of Woody's house.
Drifting on the air. Floating above the world like I had nothing to worry about. No problems, no stress. Just bliss.
I blinked as I floated back down to earth.
Leif gazed at me like I was a work of art.
"So fucking perfect," he whispered.
"Come for me," I insisted, riding him harder still, my nails digging into his chest, hard enough to draw blood.
"Yes, ma'am," he said. He pushed up into me several times before, tipping his head back and groaning to the ceiling, coming hard, spilling himself inside me. "So fucking good."
He thrust a little faster, milking himself for every drop before flopping back against the mattress, panting.
"That was incredible.” He sounded awed, as if I'd done something for him no one else had.
"Yes, it was," I whispered.
He'd done something for me no one else had, and I appreciated it. He let me be in control because he knew I'd spent too long holding back. He wanted me to reclaim my life, my power.
The way he was looking at me, I felt like a goddess. I could definitely get used to this.
The shower turned off and the door opened. A few moments later, Woody stepped out of the bathroom, a pink towel wrapped around his waist.
He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, he was interrupted by a loud knocking on the front door.