Chapter 4
Four
VALENTINA
C arson’s clear eyes flash to my belly, like he can already envision a child there. One I’ll carry for him and Juliet. A broad smile crosses her lips and she snatches my hand while Carson’s slides around to the small of my back. It feels like it belongs there.
“Are you okay to…” Juliet seems excited and bounces on her toes, her brown eyes scanning my expression carefully. I squeeze her hand, as if letting her know I’m not backing out, but then I focus on Carson’s heated eyes. His tongue dips out to lick his bottom lip, and I wonder what he’ll taste like. Will we kiss?
“Yes, I’m definitely okay. Ready, willing, and able.” Taking a step back, I nod with my head to the bed. “Should we, um…”
Carson clears his throat. “Our bed is bigger, if that’s alright with you. To come into our space.” The warmth he exhibits makes me feel so at ease, I smile and give them both an affirmative nod.
With Carson’s hand around my waist and Juliet’s hand in mine, they guide me to their bedroom down the hall. My pulse dances with anxiety with each step closer. I’ve never been with two people, let alone a woman. But my understanding is Juliet wants to watch. Oddly, that makes complete sense to me. If she wants to be involved like this is her child, because it will be, then I want her there, too.
The shocking electric sensation shoots down my spine as Carson’s hand rubs along my back. There’s something between us that makes my belly flip whenever he’s near. I’m heated, and I don’t think it’s just because of his stunning looks. He’s very warm and caring. Something I have never had.
When we enter the opulent room, I gasp. It’s gorgeously decorated, like a magazine. If I had a style, this would be it. Dark brocade wallpaper covers the walls, only lit up by romantic lighting surrounding the king-sized bed. It’s unmade, the velvety blue linens tousled about with white sheets dripping over the sides. Somehow, coming into their unmade space puts me at ease. Like they are saying I belong with them.
Juliet walks straight to the dresser and pours a glass of amber liquid from a decanter sitting on top of a silver bar tray. “Brandy? Anything?” She holds it out for me, but I shake my head, not wanting to get fuzzy headed during this moment. I want to remember everything.
She smiles and pulls off her sweater, revealing a lacy white cami underneath. Sipping her drink, she waltzes over to a fireplace on the far wall and lights it, giving the room an even warmer glow. As if taking in a show, she flounces onto a long chaise lounge and crosses her feet at the ankles as Carson’s hand slips away from me.
He shrugs off his suit coat as I shift my hips side to side, not exactly knowing what to do. Carson’s large hand plants on the side of my waist, slowing my movements. When I glance into his kind eyes, I swallow back some nerves. His fingers brush back some of my hair as he cups my cheek. The gesture is so welcoming, so settling, I ease into it and almost close my eyes.
Barely above a murmur, his deep voice makes me tingle all over as he says, “If you’re not comfortable with something, you stop me. Just say you want to stop and I will. You’re not going to disappoint us. We won’t be angry. This is for your pleasure as much as it is mine and Juliet’s. Okay?”
My lashes are heavy as I blink at him a few times and whisper, “Yes. Thank you, Carson. No one has ever—no one has ever cared what I want.”
His broad chest touches my breasts as he squares up and holds my face with both of his hands. Solemnity coats his expression as he says, “ I care. We’ll go slow. And you can tell me what you like or don’t. Can I kiss you?”
My “yes” comes with a slight chuckle, releasing the tension I have. I’ve been thinking about his lips and what would happen to me if he pressed them against mine.
One of his palms skirts to the back of my neck while the other gathers my lower back and presses my waist to his. A small gasp is forced from my lungs when I feel the hardness poking into my stomach beneath his trousers. He gives me a slight smirk, knowing he’s giving me a hint of what’s to come, but he tilts my face toward his with expertise and brushes his lips against mine gently.
So gently, it tickles. Then he backs away and gazes into my eyes. My vision gets clouded over. His intoxicating manly scent, of expensive cologne with a mix of spice and amber, makes me feel high. When he dives in as if he can’t get enough, I get lost. Only to be found again in his kiss.
Our bodies entangle, and it’s as if I’ve just discovered a cure for every ailment I’ve had. His taste is familiar in a way, something I didn’t know I was looking for until I found it. I think I could continue kissing him for a long time.
His shoulders twitch as he pulls me even closer, and I break for a breath, only to find the buttons of his shirt and slowly undo them. Observing me, he helps some, then finds the hem of my sweater and pulls it over my head. Then, we meet again.
By the time he hitches me up so my thighs are around his taut waist, I have forgotten about Juliet completely until he turns us toward the bed. Guilt wracks me that I’ve been making out with her husband, envisioning myself as his until I see her. She looks like she’s completely enjoying us together.
Carson crawls over my body as he lays me back on the bed and glances up at her, then to me. “She likes to watch… Do you know what a cuckquean is?”
Shaking my head, my eyes glance to where Juliet kneels on the chaise in only a cami and thong to get a better view. “No.”
Carson presses a kiss to my forehead. “She wants to watch me take pleasure in you. It excites her.” He kneels over my waist and undoes his belt, then tosses it behind him. “Jules, lay up here on the bed near her head. That okay with you, my sweetheart?”
The way he says “my”, as if I belong to him, makes my heart soar, not to mention him asking for permission. “Y-yes. Of course.”
I slip my jeans off as he undoes his fly and pulls his pants down, revealing him in full commando. My eyes can’t look away from the jut of his fully erect cock, thick and veiny, with a pronounced pink head sticking straight at me. When I meet his gaze, his finds mine, after a leisurely stroll over my own bare body, and my peripheral vision catches his dick jolt in the air at the sight.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers with some amount of reverence. After my years with Malik, it feels like a warm hug to hear it. Something in the way his countenance matches the words makes me believe it for the first time in a long time.
Juliet crawls over me and tilts her head to look at me. “She is. Just gorgeous.” She’s slipped off her own clothing, and her dangling full breast is inches from my mouth as her head ventures toward my core. Her long brown hair dances across my inner thighs, making my belly dip with anticipation. Especially when Carson takes a step forward and places the throbbing head of his length on the tip of my clit.
“Get me ready for her, my Jules.”
A heated breath pants from her mouth as she presses her chin against my pubic bone and sucks him into her mouth. While I was wet before, now I’m soaked, the sounds of her sloppily pleasing him making me doused with arousal. Carson’s sparkling eyes find mine, and he bites his lower lip around a deep moan. “Nice and wet, just like that…”
Juliet’s long fingers and nails trail beneath my thighs as she spreads them wider for her husband. With a pop, she pulls off him and grips the base of his dick, then slides it through my wetness.
“Oh my god. He’s so big,” I say without any filter.
She tosses her hair over a shoulder and gives me a broad smile. “Yes, he is. And an excellent lover. You ready?”
Nodding to her, she slides him right to my entrance and peers over to where her husband and I are almost attached. Carson’s thumb strokes my cheek and gingerly strokes his wife’s hair at the same time. “Are you ready, my valentine?”
I suck in a breath and nod with a smile. “Yes. So ready.”
He thrusts in slowly, with the guidance of his wife’s hand, as he says, “Then let’s make a baby.”
The air gets knocked from my lungs as he plunges in and fills me until I lurch forward at the sensation. His hand moves around the back of my neck as he presses his forehead to mine, Juliet sliding out from between us. Carson gathers my lips into a searing kiss that takes my mind off the ache of how big he is for a moment. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart. I know I’m big. You can take it.”
As I will my body to relax, he draws out and thrusts in again, carefully observing my face. “It feels good now.” And it does. My body stretches to accommodate his thickness and eases into him, his wife’s presence forgotten…
Until I feel hot air blowing between our bodies where we’re joined. Carson leans up on his elbows and slowly works himself in and out of me, but casually turns his head and says, “That’s it, Jules. Suck my balls while I fuck my girlfriend.”
At the word, I freeze. My eyes flash to his, where he arches a dark eyebrow at me as if asking a question. “I’m your girlfriend?”
“Do you want to be?” When he draws his cock out arduously, I whimper.
Latching my hands around his neck, I pull him close and wrap my legs around his waist. “Yes. Yes, so much. I want to be yours.”
A deep groan flies from both of our chests as he slams into me, then ruts at a furious pace. “You are,” he says definitively, like there’s no alternative option, and I want to feel it.
“Are?” I ask, just to be sure.
His lips brush against mine, and the warmth from his breath spreads across my entire body, even my soul. Dropping his mouth to my ear, he whispers, “Mine.”
I’ve enjoyed the sensation of sex before. Pre-Malik. Malik is a selfish lover who always took and didn’t care about my pleasure, unless I threatened to leave. Then, suddenly, he’d spend time giving me oral orgasms. So, I just learned to enjoy some of the tingles and then get myself off with a toy after, if I even could.
Of course, I had to sneak that into a drawer where he couldn’t find it, because he was jealous of any of my devices. So, when I feel like I may get close to an orgasm, it surprises me.
“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”
In answer, the ecstasy rips through my body like a tsunami, clenching everything so tight, I lose all air and light. When my ears are capable, I hear the sound of my scream in the room echoing off the ceiling as Carson’s half-lidded eyes study my face. “That’s such a good girl… Jules, get ready. I’m about to come in her pussy. Fill her up. I’m gonna breed our girl.”
Wave upon wave upon wave of bliss roll over my body, making me clench in erratic pulses around him inside of me. He grips my chin so I meet his eyes as he gives one last firm jut and growls deeply when he comes.
Instead of collapsing, like I want to do, he leans up and waits, allowing every throb to propel his seed deep inside me. When I do catch a glance, his wife’s head is between his thighs, and I catch her grin as she watches him slowly slide from me.
Carson snaps his finger and commands me, “Lay like that. Don’t move. She’ll clean you up.”
Jules laughs. “With pleasure.” And then, I feel her wet tongue slick across my taint, gathering up his oozing come and then stuff it back inside my entrance. Her brown eyes meet mine over my core as she fucks me with her mouth. The sound is so erotic; I wonder if a woman is able to make me come, a new thrill dancing down my body like I’ve never experienced before.
She backs off then, and her husband gathers her in his arms, then parts her lips with his tongue. The two greedily make out with each other while I watch before he lays her on the bed next to me. In a way that can only be described as ravaging, he consumes her cunt like he’s a starving man. Her hand slips into mine as she squeezes it and screams while he pleasures her.
“Such a good girl for watching me fuck my girlfriend. You liked it?” He pauses enough to murmur between her thighs. She only nods rapidly and moans back. It only seems to take another minute before her full breasts bow toward the ceiling and she wails with her release.
Even when she flops back on the bed, her legs still quiver as Carson stands and gathers her juices on his face, then licks his fingers clean. His eyes scan both of us, his women, lying on the bed, panting our pleasures in sync.
“You two are breathtaking. Who needs something? Water? Snacks? Pizza? I’ll go bring all that up here. Get comfortable under the covers. I’ll be back in a bit.”