Chapter 21 Grant #2
I flip her onto her back, spread her thighs wide enough that the tendons in her hips stand out. The lace panties are ruined. I tear them away with one sharp rip.
My mouth replaces them.
I taste her like a man starved. Twice, I bring her right to the precipice and pull back. The third time I slide two fingers inside, curl hard, and suck her clit until she’s just about to come apart.
Then I remove my fingers, and Donovan takes my place. My hand settles lightly around her throat, and Kai’s mouth closes over a nipple with just enough teeth to make her arch.
Her pulse hammers beneath my palm.
“Ask,” I growl against her lips.
“Please may I come—”
“Now.”
She shatters with a scream that tears out of her like it’s being ripped free, a full-body spasm that leaves her limp.
I pull the blindfold away, and the sudden flood of red light makes her blink, pupils blown wide.
She looks wrecked. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed, tears drying on her temples. Beautiful.
I unclip the silk cuffs from the headboard but leave them knotted around her wrists. A reminder.
Donovan and Kai step back, stroking themselves slowly, eyes locked on her. The sight of all three of us hard and aching for her makes her breath catch again.
I sit against the headboard and drag her into my lap so she faces outward, her back to my chest, thighs spread over mine.
My cock nudges her entrance, and I sink into her in one long, unhurried glide.
She’s so wet there’s almost no resistance, just heat and slick and the softest whimper when I bottom out.
“Hold her open,” I say.
Donovan and Kai kneel on the bed in front of us. Each hooks a hand beneath one of her knees and pulls her legs wider, exposing every inch of where I’m buried inside her. The stretch makes her gasp.
I start to move. Each thrust lifts her slightly, then lets her sink back down, impaled again. The rhythm is deliberate, maddening.
Kai leans in first. His tongue finds her clit, flicking in perfect counter-time to my thrusts.
Donovan’s mouth closes over a nipple, teeth grazing, then soothing with slow pulls of suction.
My hand slides up her throat, fingers resting lightly at the hinge of her jaw, thumb stroking the frantic beat of her pulse.
The pleasure builds in layers.
First it’s a low, warm coil low in her belly. I feel it in the way her walls start to flutter again. Then it climbs, tightening, spreading outward until her thighs shake in Donovan’s and Kai’s grip.
I keep the pace steady. Kai’s tongue circles, flattens, circles again. Donovan switches breasts, leaving the first wet and aching for more. My own thrusts grow deeper, nudging that spot that makes her sob my name.
She is climbing, climbing, climbing.
Her head falls back against my shoulder. Tears spill anew.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” I warn, voice rough.
She makes a broken sound, half laugh, half cry.
I nod to Kai. He sucks her clit hard, once, twice. Donovan pinches the nipple he’s been tormenting. “Now,” I command.
The coil snaps.
She comes with a raw, open-mouthed cry, back arching so violently that only our hands keep her from falling.
Her pussy clamps down on me in long, milking pulses; a hot rush of wetness coats my cock, drips down my balls, soaks the sheets beneath us.
I ride her through it, hips still moving slow, drawing out every aftershock until she’s limp and gasping.
But I’m not finished.
I lift her off me and flip her onto her back. Donovan is already there, guiding her mouth down his cock. Kai kneels between her thighs, licking her clean with long, reverent strokes that make her jerk and moan around Donovan.
I watch for a moment, how her throat works, watch her hips try to chase Kai’s tongue, then I slide back inside her in one smooth thrust.
Her next orgasm builds faster, deeper. I set a harder rhythm now, hips snapping, the headboard slamming against the wall. Donovan fists her hair, guiding her mouth, breath ragged.
Her whole body starts to tighten again. I feel it gathering in her thighs, in the frantic flutter around my cock, in the way her muffled cries turn desperate.
I lean down, mouth at her ear. “Come again. Let us feel it.”
Donovan thrusts deep into her throat. I drive into her hard enough to shove her up the bed.
She breaks.
This one is silent at first, then a guttural scream around Donovan’s cock as she comes again, harder, wetter, her release soaking Kai’s hand, my thighs, the sheets in a hot flood.
I follow her over with a growl, burying myself to the hilt and spilling deep inside her, pulse after pulse.
Donovan is next. He pulls from her mouth at the last second and comes in thick stripes across her breasts. Kai strokes himself twice and paints her stomach and thighs, marking her completely.
We collapse around her, a tangle of sweat-slick limbs and heaving breaths. The room smells like sex and heat and her.
I uncuff her wrists first, rubbing the faint red marks with my thumbs, kissing each one. Kai wipes her gently with a warm cloth. Donovan pulls the blanket up, tucking it around her shoulders.
She’s shaking, smiling, and crying all at once.
I gather her against my chest, feel her heartbeat hammering against my ribs. “You’re perfect,” I whisper into her hair. “You’re ours.”
She nods, burrows closer, and within minutes she’s asleep.
Only then do I look at Kai. He’s curled at the foot of the bed, eyes closed, breathing shallow and careful.
Donovan shifts beside us, pulling a blanket over Samantha. “We should move to an actual bedroom.”
“In a minute,” Kai mumbles from the end of the bed. “Can’t move yet.”
I glance at him. He looks exhausted. More than usual after intense sessions. His eyes are closed, and even in the dim light, I can see he’s paler than normal.
“Kai.” I sit up slightly. “You alright?”
“Fine. Just tired.” He doesn’t open his eyes. “That was a lot.”
It was a lot. For all of us.
But something about the way he’s lying there, completely drained, makes unease prickle at the back of my mind.