27 - Dax
Dax
The last time I’d had sex with Lane, we didn’t kiss.
Out of all the mind-numbing pleasure, that was the one thing I remembered most of all and I avoided it on purpose. Kissing her, especially on the heels of my great screw-up earlier that night just felt too close to an apology. I didn’t think I deserved forgiveness so I didn’t bother asking for it.
But that wasn’t the case right now.
Seeing her rush to back me up after I called her last night ignited a spark in me, made me feel something other than disdain for myself. If someone like Lane was willing to give me a chance then maybe I wasn’t so far past forgiveness after all.
And for that I had to thank her properly. I tucked my thumb and forefinger under her chin, tilted her head up as I ran my tongue across her bottom lip. She opened up for me immediately and tightened the fists she had balled into the front of my shirt.
We made out until we were both breathless and then Bear’s hands slithered over her hips and pulled her back. My own chest was heaving now.
“Oh, Lane, you’re absolutely perfect when you’re greedy, you know that?
” Bear muttered, biting down onto the shell of her ear.
Her eyes fluttered shut and she started squirming against him.
“And you’re so sexy when you just take what you want from us.
But I think this time, we get to decide what to do with you. What do you say?”
Lane shivered in his arms, which was as loud an answer as any. Bear nodded at Sy and me and a wordless arrangement slotted in place between the three of us. We were going to drive Lane Whittaker out of her mind with pleasure.
Bear started kissing the back of her neck and worked his way down her body while Sy commandeered her front, kissing her throat and moving down.
I took the opportunity to steal more kisses from her mouth, suddenly drunk off the taste of her.
I felt like an addict, and now that I’d gotten another taste, I couldn’t stop.
My hands moved to her chest and the stiff little peaks of her tits where her nipples had pebbled through her bra.
I sucked them through the material, and the sounds Lane made were intoxicating.
When her body jumped, I looked down and saw that they were eating her out from both sides.
Lane’s hips thrust back and forth between them and watching her chase her own pleasure like this had me bricked up in a second.
I gripped her jaw and let my mouth rest just below her ear.
“Do you like what they’re doing to you?” I asked sweetly.
Lane bit her lip and made an attempt to hide her moans but that wasn’t going to fly. I needed to hear them. I pinched a nipple and her mouth dropped open with a gasp and then a moan.
“It’s my turn to ask the questions now, Whittaker,” I mumbled.
She glared at me, her green eyes stormy with annoyance and arousal. I liked that she didn’t seem capable of picking just one. I tilted my head, giving a fake pout. “Are you gonna answer?”
When she still wouldn’t comply, I rolled both of her nipples between my fingers and she arched her back, her breathing deepening. She was close, I could read the signs of her body.
“Yes,” she finally gave in. “Yes, I like what they’re doing to me.”
“Now wasn’t that so easy to admit?” I teased.
“Fuck you, Miller.”
“Oh, you’ll get a turn. I promise you that.”
Bear suddenly tapped on Sy’s arm and they both eased off Lane’s body simultaneously.
“What the hell,” she demanded through ragged breaths. “I was so close. Why’d you guys—oh.”
She melted as Bear reached around and cupped her between the thighs, his mouth on her neck. “I thought you said you’d let us do whatever we wanted to you? Wasn’t that the deal.”
Lane groaned in frustration but it was so obvious she was turned on. “Yeah, whatever.”
Bear grunted, increasing the pressure of his hand and Lane gasped.
“I think it would be nice of you to return the favor, no?” he asked politely.
Lane nodded, her eyes wild with desire as she looked at the three of us in turn. She started moving to her knees when Sy stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm.
“Not here, baby,” he said roughly, sweeping an arm under her knees and cradling her bridal-style.
She squealed, laughing a little as he carried her to the bed and I rolled my eyes at Bear who just shrugged one shoulder.
Of course Silas Parrish was going to play the role of Prince Charming. Wouldn’t be an orgy without that.
Bear and I trailed behind after them, taking off our shirts as Sy placed her softly on the bed and gave her another kiss. She eagerly scooted to the end of the mattress. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she tucked the fingers of both hands into Bear’s and my waistbands, then yanked us closer.
Even when she was supposed to be completely receptive, she refused to give up complete control. That was so Lane.
She tugged at our remaining clothes impatiently, and when we finally got them off, she could barely wait before taking me first into her mouth. I made a strangled sound in the back of my throat, my eyes almost rolling to the back of my skull. She was so fucking good at that.
I closed my eyes and just let myself be consumed by her tongue and lips and hand.
Pleasure started building at the base of my spin, pushing me to thrust but I held back and then it was over too quickly as she turned those skills onto Bear’s dick.
She still worked mine with a hand, her thumb occasionally swiping over the tip.
I put my hand over hers, not to change up her rhythm but just to have more contact. I wanted to feel more of her.
Sy moved behind Lane and started playing with her too, I could hear her moans around Bear’s cock, and I could feel her palm around my own dick squeeze slightly as Sy slid inside of her. He didn’t move, just rubbed circles into her hips and watched intently as she now switched back to me.
She looked up at me through heavy eyelashes and I nearly came on the spot as she curled her tongue around the tip. Now I had to thrust and when I did, the little sound she made coincided with a flinch from Sy and I knew that must’ve turned her on.
It was kind of hot, actually, how sharing her with the guys meant I had reference points for all dimensions of her pleasure.
I could tell when her pussy would clamp down every time I rocked my hips forward, because Sy would react.
And judging from his face now, she was getting close again.
Sy’s hands disappeared between her thighs, probably playing with her clit.
Lane was killing me. She swapped back and forth between blowing Bear and me, then rubbed us together, then tried taking us both into her mouth at the same time.
It was like she was doing her goddamn best to get us off as soon as possible and the mix of friction and wetness and heat had me ready to explode.
I was almost grateful when Bear grit out his next stop through clenched teeth.
Lane was too overstimulated to bother objecting this time. Bear swiped his thumb over her bottom lip. “Had enough yet, sweetheart?”
“No,” she said, gaze half-lidded with lust. “No, I need more.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get,” Bear said, dragging her off the mattress and hoisting her up in his arms with little effort.
I helped him position her until he was lined up with her entrance, then slowly lowered her all the way down until he buried in her pussy.
They both gasped at the contact, and Lane immediately began rocking her hips.
I stood behind her, not to join in just yet but so that I could slip my hand around her and let my fingers rub against her clit.
Lane started mewling in Bear's arms, throwing her head back as her body rocketed towards another orgasm that I had a feeling Bear was going to deny her again.
I looked around for Silas and saw him retrieve a bottle of lube from Lane's bedside table, his eyes locked on the scene in front of him.
“Yeah…God, yes,” Lane groaned, her body starting to tremble again. “I'm almost… Almost there…”
Right on time, Bear stopped moving, swallowing her complaints with a kiss before passing her over to me like a parcel.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and I lowered onto the bed, letting her butt hang off the end of it so I could raise her hips up to meet mine. I made sure she was in a comfortable bridge position before I entered her.
The feel of her around me nearly made my body seize up.
I took a second to reacquaint myself with the feel of her, my eyes slamming shut. I felt Lane's hand slide up my stomach, moving to my chest. She dragged her nails leisurely over my skin and then I had to move.
My eyes flew open again and I started to tease her, remembering our round back in the pantry and how much she'd enjoyed grinding against me.
I dragged my dick up and down her folds, teasing her most sensitive spot and her breath hitched.
She started moving her hips up to try and meet mine, her eyes unfocused with desire, hair messy and my god, it was the hottest thing I ever saw in my life.
I held her hips tightly and pressed inside, then began to thrust, feeding off her moans and letting her body guide my rhythm and pace. She felt exquisite and I only let myself indulge in it for a few minutes before I pulled out.
Bear didn't even have to say anything, but he gave me a little nod of acknowledgement as I backed away.
By this point, Lane was wrecked.
I knew that when Bear finally let her come, it was going to wipe her out completely and I was so glad I was going to be able to see it.
“You still want more, baby?” he asked, and it sounded almost like a threat. But undeterred, Lane nodded anyway. “You sure?”
“Yes!” she practically yelled. “Yes, I want more!”
He grinned. “Then we’ll give you more.”
Bear called Sy over. He put Lane on all fours again and threw me the bottle of lube. I had no idea how we managed to fit together the way we did or how Lane was able to take it. But she was soldiering through, the little trooper.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groaned out as I pushed deeper into her ass.
She exhaled sharply, and I waited until her body relaxed before moving again.
Bear had two fingers inside of her pussy and Sy was waiting politely for her to turn her attention to his waiting dick.
She eventually turned her head and took him in her mouth, moaning around his cock.
So this was how we were going to come.
Bear orchestrated her first orgasm, letting her come on his fingers and I cried out as my body came undone inside hers.
I pressed my lips to the back of her neck, my eyes shutting tight as I rode out the waves of my climax.
Then I slipped out and Bear slipped in the front, letting her ride the wave.
Sy threw his head back and held her head in place, and I knew that meant he was also out for the count. I flopped down onto the bed, eagerly waiting for Lane to finally reach her peak. I watched her body tremble with the impending orgasm, too spent to even touch myself.
Then she finished, and her arms wrapped tightly around Bear as her orgasm finally crashed over her.
We took a few minutes to recover before anyone was ready to move and I marveled at how quiet my own head felt.
I didn’t feel the phantom itch to pull on my jeans and rush out the door, which was the first thing that hit me as significant.
Our tangled limbs were all overlapping on the mattress, but it didn’t strike me as strange.
It felt…comfortable. A weird new kind of normal.
“Holy shit.”
The three of us chuckled at Lane’s comment, agreeing with her. I was thinking up some kind of smartass response to that when her phone buzzed with an incoming text and I craned my head to take a peek. It was from Nance.
Nance: Sleep tight, Laney! Can’t wait to see you at work tomorrow.
“Weird,” Lane mumbled. I must’ve been staring a bit too hard because she caught me looking and I reined my neck in, giving her a guilty chuckle. But she was too fucked out to care about either the text or my eavesdropping. And that was exactly the way I wanted it.
She put her phone down again and settled in between our bodies, one hand holding on to Sy on the far end. With Bear in between them, the two guys were practically spooning which was funny as fuck. But Lane’s other hand found mine. She gave it a little squeeze, just like she had earlier.
And just like earlier, my chest suddenly felt way too full.