22 - Bear
Bear
The second she called him back, I immediately went on the defense. Surely she wasn't doing what I thought she was?
But Lane made no move to cover herself. Which suggested that she didn't want to stop. And if she wasn't going to stop…
I shifted awkwardly underneath her, my hard-on aching in my boxers. My hands were still on her flushed skin, and she hadn't made a move to slide off my lap. In fact, even as she was addressing Dax, she was squirming, her core hot against my thigh.
Fuck.
I frowned at Dax, who I noticed was avoiding eye contact. Judging by his face, Sy had been correct and Dax had gotten his ass kicked tonight. But even though he had a cut on his brow and a nasty bruise blooming on his jaw, I couldn't tell if he won or not.
I wanted to confront him about why Lane was crying.
But I also wanted to give her any and everything that she wanted right now.
And from the looks of it, what she wanted was both of us.
Did I want that? I'd never done this kind of thing before, let alone with one of my own crewmen.
If I was in my right mind, I would've said hell no, absolutely not.
But then Lane turned her head to look at me again and the desperation and hunger in her eyes hit me like a gut punch. She grinded her hips a little against my thigh, a small breathy sigh leaving her lips. I felt myself grow even harder, if it was possible.
“Please, Bear,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to mine. “I want this. I want both of you.”
My grip on her hips tightened. I could feel the heat and desire coming off her.
I could feel how bad she wanted this. A pang of sharp possessiveness kicked in, but was swiftly overtaken by horniness at the thought of making Lane scream and forget her name.
And if I had to work with this prick to make it as good for her as possible, then so be it.
I dragged my eyes over to Dax, who I could tell was hiding his own hunger at the prospect. Now he looked at both of us with a question. My jaw ticked.
“You heard her, Miller. Get over here.”
He didn't need much convincing. I put my hand on her neck and brought her attention back to me with another kiss.
Lane moaned into my mouth and I flexed my leg, using my hands to rock her hips against me.
Dax focused his mouth on her neck and ear, his hands coming around to take off the rest of her bra.
Lane wasn't still. True to her nature, she wasn't just taking everything lying down. She kissed me back hard, her tongue sliding over my bottom lip. Her hands moved between me and Miller, touching us both and pulling on the last bits of clothing that separated us.
When we were all naked, I got to my feet and lifted her with me.
Her legs wrapped around my waist and I moved her carefully to the safest, equipment-free spot of the bathroom.
Dax laid out a roll of plastic sheeting, and it was that small gesture from him that undid the last of my reservations.
I didn't have to tell him to care for her safety and comfort, and even though I still had my own grievances with him, that fact at least meant I could trust him with her pleasure.
I took Lane down with me gently, her mouth still latched onto my neck and it took immense self-restraint to pull her off. I held her head in my hands and brushed my thumbs over her cheeks. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she answered breathily, her head nodding. I ran my hands down her sides as she continued kissing my neck and I spotted Dax on his knees a short distance away from us, just watching with an unreadable expression on his face.
He was hard as a damn rock, but he made no move to come closer. It was like he wasn't sure how to and that's when I finally figured out what that look on his face was. Guilt.
Whatever happened between them earlier that led to her crying in my arms, he'd been at least partly responsible. And he'd have to atone for that.
I repositioned Lane until she was practically cradled in my arms, right between my legs with her back braced against my chest. I licked my lips, eager to feel her response as one of my hands slipped between her thighs and tested her wetness.
She groaned low in her throat as I dipped my finger inside, then slowly dragged it up her clit. She started panting, her head flopping back against my shoulder. An uncontrollable growl of pleasure escaped me at the sight of it and I looked up at Dax.
The look of guilt had now transformed to a look of torture, his own eyes fixed to Lane's dripping pussy.
“See how wet, she is, Miller,” I challenged, rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger and causing Lane to jump in my arms. “She smells fucking delicious. I bet she tastes even better.”
I could practically see him salivating. He groaned out loud, a hand flying to his cock.
“Stop talking about me like I'm not here,” Lane gasped, still so defiant even when she was losing herself. “I'm right here.”
I grinned.
“Yes you are,” I mumbled, licking a stripe behind her ear. “And I need you to stay right here and present when Miller buries his face between your legs.”
Dax's eyes went wide. I shot him a look of impatience while my fingers were still playing with Lane. “Well? Don't you have something you need to apologize for, Miller? Make yourself useful. Crawl for it.”
He swallowed hard, then actually listened to me for once in his life.
He was transfixed, acting like a man possessed.
Lane’s breathing continued to deepen and I slipped my hand from her pussy and licked my fingers, her taste filling my mouth and making me groan.
Miller was in for a treat, the lucky bastard.
She threw her head back as he finally started eating her out, his hands gripping onto her thighs like she was his lifeline and maybe she was. I slid my hands up her sides, letting her fall back against me as my fingers went straight for her nipples.
The sounds she was making…God. They went through my entire body, tripped my own nerve endings as though her pleasure really was mine. I buried my face in her neck and wrapped a hand over her throat, my eyes pinching shut. I could feel the tension in her body as her orgasm drew near.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered, rolling her nipples between fingers. Her body spasmed against mine and I knew she was close to coming. “You feel good, sweetheart?”
She couldn't speak now, but her body answered for me as she climaxed in my arms with a cry. I turned her head to face me and pressed my mouth to hers as she rode out the high, one hand tangling in my hair and the other gripping Miller's.
Fuck, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
“Wanna suck you,” she muttered against my mouth, her tongue flicking against mine. “Please.”
Thank God. I nodded, giving her one last kiss before helping her onto her all-fours. I was so painfully hard at this point that I worried a single lick from her would send me shooting off immediately.
But I had to hold back when Lane was looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes, a look that straddled tenderness and pure lust shining there. I had to control myself as her eyes fluttered shut at the first taste of me, and the feeling of her hand and tongue working my shaft.
My breathing was ragged and ugly and I had to bite my lip hard to stop the sounds she was torturing out of me. It was too much and not enough at the same time. But then she made a choking sound around my cock and I instantly looked down, stilling my hips and terrified I'd hurt her.
But that wasn't it. Dax had his face buried in her ass. I gathered her hair up in one hand and tucked a finger under her chin. “Is this okay with you? Are you alright?”
She nodded, her eyes half-lidded. She looked back at Dax in shock but made no effort to stop him.
“Yeah it's just… I've never had anyone touch me there before. It's… Overwhelming,” she admitted.
My cock jumped. “Do you like it?”
She hesitated, seeming torn until Dax moaned into her, his fingers digging into her hips with enthusiasm. She hung her head and whined. “Yeah… Yes, I like it.”
“It feels good?” I insisted, lifting her head again and using my hand to gently trace my cock along her lips. She stuck her tongue and I hissed.
“Yes, Bear, dammit,” she said, sounding almost as pissed as she did turned on. I chuckled.
“So can we play with you there?” I asked.
“Yes,” she ground out.
“Attagirl,” I praised. Lane glared up at me, then took my dick into her mouth and any other responses were cut off. I fisted my hand in her hair and thrust into her mouth while Dax ate her ass until she broke again between us.
As she recovered, I took her in my arms. “You did amazing, baby. Can you give us one more?”
She grabbed onto my shoulders, still trying to catch her breath but she nodded yes, this greedy, gorgeous woman.
“That's my girl,” I said, then looked at Miller and silently jerked my head in the direction of the kitchen.
He got the hint and disappeared for a minute or two while I still held Lane. I let my hand drift between her legs again and she flinched back, still sensitive.
“You sure you can handle another one, sweetheart? We don't have to–” I began but she crushed her mouth to mine.
When she pulled away, the look on her face was resolute. “I want this, Bear. I need this.”
That was all I needed to hear.
Miller got back with a bottle of coconut oil and as I began kissing Lane again, he started trailing his mouth down the top of her spine to the base.
I knew the exact moment he started playing with her ass because Lane's body froze and stiffened, her eyes popped wide open.
I smiled lazily at her, swiping my thumb over her bottom lip.
Then I trailed my hand down again and slipped my fingers inside of her. She pulsed around me. I sucked her tongue in my mouth and gently massaged it with my own, curling my fingers against that sweet spot that I already had memorized.
Between my hands and Miller's, Lane's body was starting to shake. She wrapped both arms around me and started crying out, rocking her hips back and forth. And when I was sure she was finally ready, we turned her around so that her back was now pressed up against me.
I entered into her from behind with painstaking slowness, giving her body enough time to adjust to the new sensation. But Miller had evidently done a good job of prepping her so that any discomfort she felt initially soon enough blurred into pleasure.
And at some point, she reached her arms out for Miller. There hadn't been much intimacy between them, just fucking. But when he came closer, he laid a single kiss on her hip bone, then stood in front of her.
I lifted her up in my arms, holding her aloft with my cock still buried in her ass and Dax lined himself up with her pussy and then together, we helped slowly lower her down until we were both fit snug inside of her.
Dax shuddered and groaned, and Lane cried out again, grabbing onto his head as he flopped against her chest.
I gasped at the feeling–I could feel him on the other side of her walls, and the blended heat and friction and tightness was too much. We began to move together, all three of us until we broke and I didn't know who came first, just that we came together.
I sank my teeth into the back of Lane's shoulder and waited for my world to piece itself back together again. Dax slid out of her but I waited, soaking up her warmth and just wanting to feel her pressed up against me for as long as possible.
The silence in the room was one of discovery and awe, and there was the tiniest bit of uncertainty about how to proceed that crept in when Lane kissed me again.
“Thank you,” she whispered, and suddenly the “new” didn't feel so scary anymore.
I gently slipped out of her and lowered her to the ground. Dax was already starting to get dressed but Lane walked over on shaky legs and put a hand on his shoulder. He stopped, not quite looking her in the eye.
“You should probably shower before you leave,” she said. “We could all do with a shower.”
“Individual activities, I assume,” I added.
Lane laughed and Miller, despite himself, actually cracked a smile. The air suddenly felt lighter.
“Yes,” she confirmed. “Individual activities.”
*
I'd just finished getting dressed when a series of tapping at Lane's front door drew our attention.
I offered to go and check, leaving Miller and Lane to follow behind me.
There was no one outside. But there was a violation notice racked to the door and several more strewn around the rest of the property.
I grabbed one and slammed the door shut again, turning to the others.
“What?” Lane asked, taking the paper from me. Miller peered over her shoulder.
“Sandy's lost his damn mind,” I said through gritted teeth, shrugging on my jacket. “And it's about time someone gave him a wake-up call.”
“I'm with you,” Miller said, his hand already on the door knob.
“Wait!” Lane called us back. We both paused, and I ignored the itch to shoot upstairs anyway and confront him. “You guys aren't even supposed to be here. If Sandy realizes that, it'll only make things worse.”
She had a point. Miller must've come to the same conclusion because he stepped away from the door, his face still dark.
I looked at Lane. “So what are you thinking we do?”
It was amazing how her old mask, the one we'd seen her don every morning when she was about to go kick ass in court, slipped on so easily. You'd have never guessed the expressions she wore less than half an hour ago, or the sounds she was making.
She looked completely and utterly in control.
“You guys should go home, and make sure you aren't seen. Leave Manning to me.”