Chapter 54
Katie
Oh. My God.
One minute I was half asleep on the couch, watching the characters circle around each other warily on the screen and now… Every sense had come to life and that was amazing and tough, all at the same time. I’d never dared ride a guy’s face before, and the change in position had me feeling exposed.
My bare skin prickled in the cool air, but Garrett was there, smoothing his hands along my arms, my shoulders, then my breasts. There was a tension in my thighs, forcing the muscles to shake slightly, but any attempt to hover was taken from me. Rhys was like a man possessed, dragging me down onto his face and onto his tongue.
What was I worried about again?
I wanted to slump forward, give myself up to the sensation, when Garrett moved closer.
“Got you feeling good, Katie?” His voice was a dark purr as he tilted my head his way. My mouth was claimed before I could even respond. “I need you to come all over Rhys’ face.” A muffled sound vibrated through me, forcing my hips to twitch, because apparently Rhys wanted the same. I was already so close, he might just get his wish. “Do that for me so I can bend you over and fill you with my cum.”
My cunt twitched, obviously interested in that idea, and Rhys seemed to anticipate that. His fingers speared inside me, harsh and forcing me to stretch, but not able to delve deep enough. There was a particular kind of pleasure I’d only get while riding their dicks, but this was more than enough right now. It was the contrast between hard fingers and soft tongue that was driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“He’s drowning in you.” Garrett now had a running commentary of what was happening. “Tossing up whether he needs to take a breath or more of you.” That had me shifting restlessly. The thought of Rhys suffering didn’t sit well, but he gripped my thighs harder, pulling me right back onto his face. “He’s choosing more of you every time. Seems like you better give him what he wants.”
Garrett plucked my nipples expertly, like I was an instrument on which he would play a savage melody, right before he shifted into the next movement. One hand disengaged and slid down my belly. I didn’t care if my lumps and bumps were on display right now. How could doubt and bliss operate in the same space? I could only choose one, and right as my breath started to come in rapid pants, I picked the only possible option.
Them.
“I’m coming…”
I was snatched off Rhys’ face and set on all fours, and right as my cunt was twitching through the waves of one orgasm, Garrett shoved himself inside me. I was fluttering higher and higher, feeling completely out of control, and he thrust through each pulse, provoking more.
“Fuck, babe…” Rhys emerged out from under me, his face red and shining as he shot me a rakish grin. “That was amazing, but I’m going to need…”
My hand landed on his chest, pushing him back down and then when his back was flat on the couch, I swallowed him as deeply as I could. My intent wasn’t to suck the cum out of him, but to get him all slick for this.
My breasts ached, somehow needing more stimulation, and they were about to get it. Rhys let out a hiss of frustration when I pulled off, but his eyes snapped open when I folded my breasts around him.
“Oh fuck yes…” His brows creased, his entire focus on the way his cock thrust between them. “That is so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot, Katie.”
For some reason, this was the moment I believed him. He said sweet things all the time, but there was something about him being utterly destroyed that got through to me.
“I just wanna come, paint your pretty tits with my seed, then rub it in to mark you as mine. I want…”
I was so damn close. Garrett was setting the punishing pace, and that delicious friction was loosening something in my spine. It grew longer, uncurling and letting him in deeper. A series of little grunts let me know how close he was. We all were. I stared into Rhys’ eyes as I lowered my head and then did what was needed to force him to burst. As his cock thrust up, it did so into my mouth.
“Shit! Shit!”
We were kindling, too dry and brittle, ready to snap, right as a match was thrown on top of it, but what a way to burn. I sucked, licked, shuttled back and forth, right up until the point of no return. Garrett was hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars over and over, my cunt twitching, spasming with each pass, but right as his fingers dug into my hips and Rhys roared, we all came undone.
Spacey, free-floating pleasure that was all encompassing like a great big cloud. Salty cum jetting down my throat. Garrett grinding against me, forcing one last pulse of pleasure out of me as he unloaded. For a moment, it felt like we were suspended in this perfect place where only bliss existed.
But what goes up, must come down.
We crashed into the couch in a messy tangle of limbs, our pants filling the lounge room.
“Fuck… I… Fuck…” All three of us laughed at Rhys’ incoherent pants. “You…” He leaned down to kiss me. “You’re?—”
“Incredible. Amazing. Perfect.” Garrett cradled me against his chest. “Staying over tonight?”
“I don’t have a change of clothes with me,” I mumbled, even as my eyelids felt so very heavy.
“Wear some of my clothes.” Rhys snuggled into me. “Or start keeping stuff here. I’ll clear a drawer for you.”
“We all will.” I was forced to look over my shoulder at Garrett’s solemn tone. “Whatever you need to feel comfortable here, Katie.”
There was more to what he was saying, something big and intense, but I couldn’t deal with that right now. Just as I’d been riding waves of bliss before, now I was trashed. Stick a fork in me because I was done… The couch was soft, so soft, and so I snuggled into it, into them, and then fell asleep.
It was the sound of the front door that woke Bronson and hence me. He let out a little hesitant woof, which had my head jerking up off the couch. I was tucked in against Rhys, blinking blearily, when Rhett trudged inside the house.
These were the footsteps of a man who was exhausted. He could barely pick up his feet, his head hanging low. That’s what had me fighting free of Rhys, picking up a shirt as Bronson grew suddenly bold. He bounded over to Rhett who bent down slowly, slowly to give the dog a pat.
“Hey, fella…” His face was covered in soot and he stank of a bushfire gone wrong, his eyes blinking owlishly as he saw me appear. “Hey, didn’t know you were coming over tonight.” Rhett took in his state as if for the first time. “Look, I am beat, so?—”
“You need a shower,” I said with a small smile.
“Katie, I was just going to flake out and wash the sheets in the morning. I don’t even know how I drove home, let alone how I would lift a hand to wash myself.”
“So don’t.” I took his hand, the limp hold telling me everything I needed to know as I tugged him down the hall. His boots clumped noisily on the floor right up until I went to work removing each one.
“Katie, you don’t have to do this.”
He protested right as he wavered on his feet, obviously exhausted.
“No, I don’t.” I stared up at him, noting the way the light created a halo around his head, tarnished by soot. “But I want to, so shush.”
His body swung closer as I stripped him down, working to remove all evidence of his day and just leaving him.
“Shoulda slept at the station,” he mumbled. I could see that, but I let him talk. “Hoped you were at home, though.”
My hands froze midway through undoing his shirt.
“You drove like this for me?”
“Anything.” His voice broke on that word. “Can’t keep pretending. Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you, because…” He swallowed hard, then coughed, and I was forced to wait for him to recover. “Because I need you here, waiting for me to come home.”
Bloody hell, I could just see it. Him breezing through the door, dumping his uniform in the washing machine as Garrett and I cooked. Rhys would be playing with Bronson, getting him barking, right as Rhett walked over. Forehead kisses and then we’d talk about our day, sharing all the little moments between us. Damn me if I didn’t want that more than anything else. Grand gestures, romantic dates, they weren’t what made me tick. It was all uncomfortable underwear and feeling like a fish out of water, but all of us creating a safe space? Yeah, I wanted that a whole lot.
“Shower first.” I turned the water on and tested the temperature before stripping off and stepping in myself. “We can talk about the future another day.”
“Tonight?” His hands gripped the entrance to the shower cubicle. “You’ll stay tonight. I’m not much use to you.” He looked down, his whole body limp and beaten down by fatigue. “But you in my bed, in my arms?—”
“Pretty sure we can make that work, but I draw the line at dirty bed partners. C’mon.”
He stepped in then and I went to work.
It was strange how intimate it was, to smooth soap all over him and scrub until all the soot went spiralling down the drain. I’d felt his cock pulse inside me, and yet there was something far more personal about this. Perhaps because he let me see it, the complete and utter exhaustion. No masks, no pretences, just him and just me. I worked quickly, trying not to luxuriate in the feel of his big, strong body under my hands, then washed his hair clean before the two of us stepped out again. Then he was there with a towel.
I could feel it, the ghost of desire that haunted the bathroom but would not actually materialise right now. He dried me off and I did the same, then we staggered down the hall. I was lifted off my feet before he dropped us both down onto the bed, snuggling into the pillow. Covers were pulled over us, creating a cocoon that cut out the entire world.
“Katie—”
“Shh…” I stroked his hair back from his face and his eyes fell closed, his breath evening out almost immediately.
For just a moment, I lay there, surrounded by the feel, the scent, the presence of Rhett, and somehow that was enough to send me off to sleep as well.
“Katie, coffee!” Garrett followed me to the front door the next morning, handing me a travel mug. “Milk, a metric fuck ton of sugar, and that caramel syrup you like.”
“God, you’re perfect.” The words just spilled out, and the two of us stood there for a second. It was too soon for these kinds of declarations, right? I smiled nervously. “Bring this kind of energy at my parents’ place. They can be tough to win over.”
“You told me what kind of wine your mum likes to drink and your dad’s favourite football team. We’ll nail it.”
“Who’s nailing what?” Rhys bounded over with Bronson at his heels. “And why in the hallway? We have a lovely bed just in here?—”
“Morning.” Rhett emerged bleary eyed. He pushed past the others and then pressed a kiss to my temple. “I slept so good last night. Thanks for staying with me.”
“And I need to go.” That was said as much to get my arse into gear as to say goodbye to them, because it was all too tempting. Blow off work and just hang around here having multiple orgasms. The gleam in Rhys’ eyes made clear he knew what I was thinking about. But when he sucked in a breath to persuade me, I opened the front door. “I’m running late, which reminds me. Don’t be late to Mum and Dad’s. On time is late, early in on time?—”
“And getting there hours before is just early.” Rhys nodded. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this.”
“See you tonight.”
A hot coffee in my hand, my cheeks bright red from multiple kisses from hot guys. There were definitely worse ways to start my day. Now all I needed to do was make sure it ended on a high note as well. I tapped out a quick message to Mandie and then started my car.