Chapter 36
Nico
Isit behind Lucy, watching her kiss Dane and staring at the ridiculous way her lacy pink panties barely cover anything. Dane’s large shirt, the pajamas we decided to dress her in last night, flutters down over her ass, not covering much, like a tiny little dress.
Lucy lets out a little moan, and I’m touching myself before I realize what’s happening. Dane grabs her and pulls her forward, kissing her deeply, letting out his own cock. I notice his right hand on himself, stroking already. We’re fucking goners for this girl.
Dane woke us up early this morning and forced us to debrief on the situation. When he first suggested that we offer to send her back to Missouri, to break it off if that’s what she wanted, Cole had protested.
Then, like he does frequently, he seemed to have some sort of back and forth in his head, and resignedly gave into the idea. He wanted to be the one to wait with her, to see when she would wake up.
I didn’t even admit to myself how devastated I would have been if she’d decided to go back home.
Last night, in the room with her parents, I’d wanted to clobber the motherfucker. We might be the same age, but Cole, Dane, and I all take good care of our bodies. Mr. Beer Gut wouldn’t have stood a chance against us.
But I didn’t go for him, not even after he caught Lucy in the crossfire, because I was thinking about her first. It’s probably the first time in my life I was thoughtful before being impulsive, and I know it’s Lucy who’s caused this change in me.
So we agreed to let her go, if that’s what she wanted.
I wouldn’t let myself think about how I might feel, how we all would feel.
Because if I’d allowed myself to think about the feeling of her leaving, I wouldn’t have been able to set her free.
Make it clear that we wouldn’t expect her to choose us over her family.
And yet, she did.
As Dane kisses Lucy, Cole groans and shifts forward, off his ass and onto his knees, bending his body over her and concealing the sweet sight of her ass from me.
Even though that’s gone, I see the way she rocks back into him, and the idea of Cole straining against her underwear, close to penetrating her—well, that’s just as hot.
“Dane,” Lucy gasps out his name and reaches for him, but Dane is standing up, his hand on his cock, still stroking, as he backs up from us. I know that look in his eye, and it sends a thrill through me.
I wondered when something like this might happen.
“Nico,” Dane orders, his eyes meeting mine, blown out and black. “Get on your back.”
Normally, I’d push back against an order like this, but I know he’s about to start bossing Lucy around too, and that’s going to get me even harder, if that’s possible.
So, I do what he asks, sliding to the middle of the bed, knocking against Cole, who’s sitting back on his heels, breathing hard and clearly a little confused.
“Lucy,” Dane growls, his gaze shifting to the woman still on all fours, her skin flushed. From this angle, with Cole sitting back again, I can see her ass again. It’s a great view. “Get Nico’s cock out.”
Fuck.
Yeah, that’s what I was waiting for. Lucy lets out a breath, a little whoosh from her lungs, and she turns, climbing over my body and reaching down, her fist wrapping around my cock.
My body bows up from the bed at the touch. At the situation. Christ.
“Take off his boxers,” Dane commands, and then, to Cole, “Get behind her.”
Lucy works on my boxers, with my help, while Cole moves around to the foot of the bed, planting his knees on the mattress like he did before.
Dane looks wild with power, like he’s been thinking about this for a long time, and it suits him.
Standing there, telling us what to do—it’s just like him to get off on the power play.
His orders come faster, on harsh breaths, his hand moving quickly on his cock.
Cole, pull off her panties. Lucy, wrap your lips around Nico’s cock.
That’s right, Cole—tease her. Don’t put it in yet.
Take Nico deeper, Lucy. You can do it—that’s it, good girl.
Cole, slide against her, but not inside.
It’s okay, Lucy, you’ll get to have him, it’s okay—Nico, you’re not allowed to come yet. Lucy. Deeper.
Half of me wants to ask him where the hell he gets off, but I know where he will—into his hand, while guiding us through this, denying us pleasure through his commands.
I throw an arm over my eyes while Lucy sucks and takes me deep.
Each time she does this, she’s better at it, and when the head of my cock brushes against the top of her throat, I let out a garbled noise.
“Don’t fucking come, Nico,” Dane orders, and I fist the sheets in my hands. “Lucy’s going to swallow you down, but not yet. Not before Cole gets a chance to fuck that tight little pussy.”
Jesus Christ, I’ve never heard Dane talk like this before. I slide my fingers into Lucy’s hair and try to tug her head up, to lighten the pressure around my cock, but Dane barks at me to push her on deeper.
“Fu-uck,” I gasp out, stomach tightening. Cole isn’t fairing much better than me. He hasn’t been given the go-ahead to fuck her yet, and I can see his hands shaking on her hips from the restraint.
“Please, Dane, please Cole,” Lucy pleads when she pops my cock out of her mouth.
She rubs her cheek against the side of it, and I feel her eyelashes flutter against it.
What the fuck—why is that so hot? She places a kiss under the head of my cock, and my body jerks involuntarily.
“Please, please,” she whines, rocking back against Cole’s cock.
He hisses, one hand on it, the other on her hip.
“Dane.” Cole grinds out, and Dane says, “Not yet,” and we all fucking die.
He drags us along like that, teasing out our wanting, centered around Lucy.
Cole wants to fuck her but can’t. I want to blow my fucking load in her mouth, but apparently, I’m not allowed to.
It’s stupidly erotic, with this woman squirming between us, practically crying for Cole to get his cock inside her.
Then, finally, Dane says, “Do it. Fuck her, Cole.”
And when Cole does, thrusting into her with one flush stroke, it pushes her mouth down deeper on my cock.
She makes a sound against it that moves through my entire body, and I worry for a second that she’s choking.
But when I touch her jaw to pull her up, she shakes her head against the touch and takes me deeper.
The entire world blinks out. I think I’ve died with this woman’s mouth on my cock.
From the corner of the room, Dane continues growling at us, demanding that we don’t come until Lucy does.
Cole reaches around her and finds her clit, and the gasping, crying, pleading noises she lets out are punctuated by my cock driving deeper into her mouth, her entire body shuddering, her arm shaking where she has her elbow planted on the bed.
I can’t help it—I thrust up and into her mouth, and when she wraps her free hand around the base of my cock, squeezing hard, I know she’s coming. And I think she says it, her lips moving sloppily around me, but the words are nowhere near clear.
All I know is that she’s coming undone, which means, according to Dane’s rules, that I can, too. Lucy nods against my cock, still making noises and swallowing me down just like he said she would. She’s so fucking good at that.
I open my eyes and take in the sight of Cole fucking her from behind, his strokes hard and choppy, his knees struggling for purchase to drive deeper into her as she comes, and I laugh, almost deliriously.
“Move.” It’s Dane, standing at the side of the bed, his eyes crazed, his hand tight around his throbbing cock.
Cole, spent and boneless, pulls out of Lucy, who’s gone boneless against me, collapsing with her face on my stomach.
With her lying like this, prone between Cole and I, Dane lets himself go, all over her back.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Lucy lets out another low moan against my stomach, and I pet her hair, laughing at the fucked-out pleasure in her eyes.
And we all laugh together when Dane returns a moment later with a washcloth, insisting on cleaning her up.
“Can’t even let it sit for a second,” I mutter, and Dane shoots me a glare.
“Just for that,” he says, leaning in and scooping Lucy up, who wraps her legs around his waist lazily. “I’m taking her to the shower.”
“Wait for me,” Cole says, untangling himself from the sheets, and then Lucy is giggling as Dane runs with her in his arms, and we chase after them.
I’ve never been this happy in my life.
Which brings with it, as always, the deeply discontented feeling that something is going to go completely and totally wrong.
“Fine, I’ll admit it,” Dane says, pulling out a mineral water from the fridge. “Your place has the better view.”
I dramatically drop the knife I’m using on the cutting board, and he hisses, careful! While I turn to him, “What’s wrong with you? You sick?”
He shrugs, gestures to the huge windows that show a view of the city wholly different from his. Dane’s high-rise is in the heart of down-town, which is great for location, but my house in the hills is a viewpoint. The entire city rolls out beyond the windows like a personally curated screensaver.
I’m making salmon wellington, a play on the dish with a little more flair. And I can’t lie—I’m taking a little inspiration from that restaurant Cole took us to, with the blackberry compote and roasted squash.
Cole is in the corner, mixing cocktails with a purposeful consideration like he’s on the set of Breaking Bad. Dane takes a swig of his water and returns to the couch, sitting next to Lucy and grabbing her feet, pulling them up into his lap.