Chapter 17 Minns
seventeen
Minns
Iopened the door from the garage into the house and led Kam through. We didn’t bother with the lights. We knew the layout like the backs of our hands. Walking past our furniture through the darkness was nothing.
“I’m so thirsty,” Kam lamented.
We’d been on our feet all day, and both of us were dehydrated. I rounded the corner into the kitchen and froze. The light above the cooktop was on, bathing the countertop in a warm glow. A glass with ice in it sat sweating on the granite. An open bottle of gin was next to it.
Neither were there when we left. I hadn’t turned the light on either.
“What’s—”
“Shh,” I hissed. I pushed Kam behind me and reached for the light switch.
A red glow lit up the walk-in pantry. It was V.
He stepped through the doorway, and my breath caught. He was a sight for sore eyes. I wanted to go to him, bury my face against his smooth skin, and inhale him.
“V?” Kam asked, all traces of exhaustion disappearing from her voice, excitement replacing it.
“Run, pretty prey.”
Kam moaned, but I didn’t think twice. I grasped her hand and tugged her away from V. We ran through the dining room, and Kam pulled her hand free, knocking a chair over as we passed. It landed with a dull thud on the hardwood floors, the padding of the leather-backed chair muting its fall.
I vaulted the coffee table, and Kam dodged around it. We met at the back doors. I grasped the handle, but Kam yanked on my arm. “No. The neighbors.”
I paused, taking a moment to reconsider where we could go.
But Kam was already on the move. “Upstairs, quick,” she hissed, her voice barely a whisper as she dashed up the stairs.
I followed like a puppy, hot on her heels. Kam ducked into the bedroom and made for the walk-in closet. She eased the door closed behind us, leaving it slightly ajar so she could see V coming.
I looked around, my heart hammering in my chest, my cock hard, and my hole clenching. I wanted him to catch me, but everything inside me was telling me to run. Where, though? The bedroom was a dead end. I could go for the attached bathroom, but then what?
I must have paused for too long, because the red glow soon appeared at the top of the stairs.
My chest heaved as I sucked in a wobbly breath, and V appeared in all his glory in the doorway.
I charged at him, but V sidestepped me easily, grasping my outstretched arm and twisting it behind me. With a hand on my elbow, he pushed it upward until I was bent over, trying to wiggle out of his grip.
“Okay,” I gasped.
V chuckled and eased my elbow down again, then pulled my ass against his groin. He was hard, his thick shaft tenting his jeans. I moaned, my instinct to fight long forgotten. I wanted to fuck. I pushed back against him, and he walked me to the bed, grinding his cock against my ass the whole time.
He let go of me and eased my sweater up my body before doing the same to the T-shirt I was wearing underneath.
He unbuckled my belt, opened my button and fly, then lowered himself to his knees.
V ghosted his fingers over my bare skin, and gooseflesh rose in his wake.
He dragged my chinos down my legs achingly slowly, taking my underwear with it.
My hard cock slapped against my belly, and he hummed.
With every sound he made, and every teasing caress against my skin, my cock hardened even more.
When he got to my shoes, I toed them off, then kicked out of my pants.
He peeled my socks off and ran his hands up my legs, his fingers stroking me and leaving me wanting.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he murmured, his voice a prayer. He stood slowly and took hold of my hands. “Want you face down so I can fuck that pretty hole of yours, boy.”
My cock bucked, and a bead of precum leaked from my slit. “Please,” I whimpered, already desperate for his touch.
V ripped the covers off the bed, leaving only the bottom sheet. Wordlessly he gestured for me to lie down, and I obeyed without question.
“Grip the edge of the mattress.”
When I did, he ran his warm hands down my back, massaging my taut muscles as he went. He lowered them to my ass, he kneaded my cheeks, spreading them apart and thumbing my hole. He stroked my hamstrings down to my calves and murmured, “So beautiful all splayed out for my taking.”
I looked over my shoulder to the closet and saw Kam standing there.
V followed my line of sight and chuckled. “There she is. Come here, sweet thing.”
“I think you need to make me,” she taunted.
V rushed toward her, and Kam yelped, but it was too late. He already had her. He tossed her over his shoulder, and she squeaked before squealing as he threw her on the bed. “Vixen,” he praised, his voice warm and full of affection for our woman.
Kamirah laughed and wiggled out of her clothes before he could even tell her to do it. She’d already taken off her shoes while she was hiding.
“A little desperate, huh?” I teased her.
“As if you aren’t.” She slapped my ass and my cock bucked at her touch.
I moaned and V chuckled, the deep rasp like a lightning rod to my already feverish need.
He shifted around to Kam’s side of the bed and tossed a few pillows against the headboard. “Lean up against these, sweet thing. Spread those legs and show me how wet you are for us.”
Kam immediately obliged, and V choked out a moan. “Such a pretty pussy.” He reached into his jacket pocket and removed a vibrating wand.
Her breath caught and she shivered. “Can I use the butt plug too?” Kam asked, looking at him through lowered lids. Her nipples were hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly as desire started to overwhelm her.
“Mmm, absolutely,” V answered, his voice a purr.
My cock throbbed at the thought of watching her come apart while stuffed full of that thick dildo.
“It’s in there.” Kam gestured to the top drawer of her nightstand and laid back, pressing her feet onto the mattress, heels against her ass.
V pulled the drawer open and retrieved it and the lube. He shrugged out of his trench coat, tossing it on the floor, unbuckled his boots, and kicked out of them and his black socks. I looked him up and down and moaned, desperate to taste those miles of smooth, untouched skin.
I watched Kam do it the night he’d broken in, kissing and licking every inch of him until he came apart in her arms, crying out and emptying himself down her throat. I wanted the same—I was aching to touch and taste him too.
Watching in rapt fascination, I ground my hips against the mattress, the friction making my eyes roll back in my head.
Kam’s breath caught as he pressed his lubed-up fingers against her hole, stretching it slowly. Within moments, he had two fingers buried inside her, and she was begging him for more.
“Anything for you, sweet thing,” he promised and eased the plug inside her.
He thrust it gently forward and back until Kamirah was holding her knees to her chest and bucking her hips, desperate for him to drive it into her. I could see her pussy clenching, her whole body keying up for release.
When V finally thrust it forward, burying the dildo inside her, she screamed, shattering from his skilled touch.
“I’m a lucky son of a bitch,” he murmured. “Two perfect playthings. So responsive.” He circled her clit with his thumb, and she cried out again. “You wanted to watch me with Chris again. Do you still want that?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Good girl. Show your sexy husband and me how you make yourself come while you watch me fuck him.”
V set the plug to vibrate, turned on the wand, and pressed it to her clit. Kam cried out and breathed through the initial onslaught. But eventually she took it from V, pressing the wand harder against the bundle of sensitive nerves at the apex of her thighs.
V unbuttoned his jeans and stripped off until he was naked except for his mask.
I licked my lips. It was the first time I would have the luxury of skin on skin with him, and fuck me, I’d never wanted anything more, short of taking my wife bare for the first time.
V straddled my knees and ran slippery fingers down my crease to find my hole.
I canted my hips, and he slid his finger inside me, my hole taking him easily.
I tightened around his finger, desperately trying to hold him there.
It was nowhere near enough. I wanted all of him.
“More, please,” I begged, and V added a second, then a third finger, tagging my prostate with every slow pass. He was moving torturously slow, amping up the desire and need until I was about to combust. The schlep, schlep, schlep from his hand on his dick and his fingers in my ass was obscene.
The steady hum from Kam’s vibrator and her breathy moans were a symphony of illicit ecstasy in the making.
The moans and groans coming from me, the grunts and choked-out cries, ached with need and desire.
My cock was hard enough to hammer nails, and my balls were drawn up tight to my body, ready to unload.
“You ready for me, Chris?” V murmured, leaning forward so his chest was pressed against my back and his face was mere inches from mine.
“Yes, fuck yes. Need you inside me, owning me.”
“Mmm, you know your place, my beautiful boy. You’re mine. I own this sexy body, don’t I?”
He slipped his fingers out, and I couldn’t help the sob that ripped from my throat as emptiness welled up in me.
He’d given me something that I’d never imagined possible.
He filled a place inside me that had been empty—and even though I fucking loved having his dick in my hole, that wasn’t what it was.