Chapter Nineteen – Hawthorne #3
“Damn fucking straight,” Royal says, and he storms to the door—but my relief that he’s leaving fades fast. As in, instantaneously.
He doesn’t leave. No, the only thing he does is shut the door before he returns to stand next to the bed.
When both Abby and I continue to look at him, he asks, “What? No way am I going to leave. Honestly? I was starting to think you didn’t even have a dick under there, Hawthorne. ”
Royal’s interruption and refusal to leave is enough to make me semi-irate. My brows furrow, and I’m seconds from telling him off, but Abby shushes me by setting a hand on my chest.
“Don’t worry,” she tells me. “We’ll just make him watch and wish he was on this bed with us. You can do that, can’t you? You can let me fuck you while Royal watches?” Though she’s asking the question, it’s clear she doesn’t really expect an answer.
She doesn’t wait for me to respond. No, she takes initiative and sinks down on my cock fully, taking me inside her just like that.
I moan, unable to keep the sound inside. My cock twitches when it’s fully buried in her, surrounded by her wet, warm pussy. She takes my hands and places them onto her thighs, and then she rides me like she said she would.
Her body undulates on top of mine, grinding down before bouncing back up. Her naked form, the way she moves; it’s all quite a sight. The most beautiful, gorgeous, enticing sight I’ve ever seen in my life. There is no way anything or anyone could be better.
And Royal knows it, too. He stands beside the bed, glowering at us, but that glower doesn’t last long.
He rakes his black eyes along her body, and it isn’t long before his own cock is hard as a rock in his sweats.
His hands are in a constant state of flexing and relaxing, like he’s dying to have a hold of her.
I don’t blame him. If I was in his position, I’d want to be the one under her, too.
Her pussy feels even better around my cock than her mouth did.
My hands on her thighs are the only things grounding me as she takes what she wants from me.
You’d think I wouldn’t be so close to erupting again, given how she sucked me down not too long ago, but her core fits like a snug, wet glove around my length. It feels too amazing to be real.
Beside us, Royal has apparently decided he doesn’t want to simply watch. He lowers his sweats to the floor, steps out of them, and then brings a firm hand to his hard cock, stroking himself at the same pace Abby rides me, never taking his eyes off her.
It’s so much. So much sensation. It feels so damn good, too. I fight the release as long as I can, willing it to disappear, to fade, so I can last longer.
But it’s too new. I don’t have that kind of willpower when it comes to Abby or her body, if it’s any indication. She pulls another orgasm out of me effortlessly, and she continues to ride me long after the second hit of pleasure fades.
It’s just as strong as the first, and I empty what amounts to be an insane amount of cum inside of her. Shot after shot, I fill her core up with my cum as I moan and tense beneath her. She adds to it by keeping up the pace, bouncing like she’s never bounced before.
I am toast. I’m so fucking toast it’s not even funny. Abby makes me feel like a different person, like a brand-new man. I was so foolish for thinking any of us could keep our hands and our dicks off her. Seriously, what was I thinking?
Royal isn’t as lost in the pleasure as I am, for he storms closer to the bed, and before I know what’s happening, he’s pulling Abby off me and rolling her beside me.
“My turn,” he growls out, his voice haggard and rough, and once she’s on her back, he spreads her legs wide and doesn’t hesitate before he plunges into her like a rabid animal.
I’m so lost in my recent pleasure high that it only occurs to me a few moments later that Royal didn’t seem to care one bit that he’s fucking her right after I came inside her, and that means the wetness he feels doesn’t just belong to her.
Some of my cum probably leaked out of her when he put her on her back, but certainly not all of it.
Nope. Royal doesn’t care one bit.
I breathe hard as I stare at the ceiling for a little while, long enough for me to regain myself, and once I do, I turn my head.
Abby is literally inches away from me, moaning and writhing as Royal fucks her hard.
Her eyes are closed, and she is utterly lost. It makes me wonder if this is how they did it during their last outing, if they lost all control like they’ve clearly lost it now.
If that’s the case, I can’t really blame either of them.
Is that what she likes? The rougher kind of sex?
I don’t know that I could ever go at her that hard, but then again, she didn’t seem to mind earlier.
If anything, I’d say she kind of liked to take charge, and with how often I’m the one making decisions in this house, it was nice for me to shut my brain off and let someone else take the reins.
“Fuck,” Royal hisses out the word. “You’re so fucking wet right now, Abby.
I can’t get enough.” The words are growled out, and she practically melts when he says them.
Then, without missing a beat, he turns his face in my direction and smirks.
His thrusting doesn’t lessen, nor does his speed.
The man is a good multitasker, I’ll give him that.
“Like what you see?” he asks me. “Bet you wish you were still buried inside this sweet, dripping cunt, don’t you?”
I can’t say no. That’d make me a liar. And now that I know how spectacular she feels, I frankly don’t know how I’m supposed to think about anything else again. What’s work? Who’s the Benefactor? Who’s D.D.K.? Does any of it really matter when Abby is in the picture?
Though I don’t say a word, Royal continues, “You do. I don’t blame you. She’s fucking sweet, isn’t she?” He arches his back so he can nip at her earlobe and make her croon. “I do love how wet she is after fucking you. Didn’t think I would, but… fuck.”
He pile-drives her into oblivion, and she relishes each thrust. Surprisingly, my cock doesn’t lose its hardness, even though I thought it would.
As much as I might wish he’s wrong, he’s not; there is something impossibly sexy about watching him with her.
How her tits heave with each thrust he gives her, how his cock disappears into the sweet hole that is her pussy.
If this is how he felt while watching her on top of me, I can’t blame him for crawling onto this bed with us.
Royal comes with a vengeance. He lurches forward, pushing his cock deep into her as he erupts, and the sound that escapes him right then is unlike any other sound I’ve ever heard from him.
Low and animalistic, the kind of sound that’s reserved for porn, but it leaves him so naturally, and it makes Abby shiver beneath him.
Slowly, he pulls out of her and rolls beside her, so that she’s sandwiched between us. This bed is barely big enough to house the three of us; as it is, Royal has to lay on his side to fit. We are so close together there isn’t much space at all between us, but none of us get up right away.
How could we? I think we’re all lost in the sea that is ecstasy.
Royal’s breathing is slow to calm down, while Abby hums and smiles to herself. She mutters, “Now that’s enough excitement to tire a girl out. Mission accomplished.” She salutes no one in particular, and then she yawns.
Well, that wasn’t how I thought tonight would go.
I thought I’d sleep at my desk, that it’d be just another night, nothing out of the ordinary about it.
I certainly didn’t think Abby would come find me, that we’d somehow wind up in the bedroom together, or that Royal would hear us and come to make sure everything was all right.
And I definitely, definitely didn’t think we’d all end up in the bed together. Guess there really is a first time for everything.
One question remains, though: what now?