Chapter 41 #2
He sprawls out on his back, and I crawl toward him. Slowly. Deliberately. When I reach his thigh, I lean in and trail my tongue up his skin, moving higher with unhurried confidence. Over his lean waist, up the carved lines of his abdomen, across his nipple, and along the edge of his sharp jaw.
When I reach his mouth, I press a firm, dramatic kiss to his lips. He lets out a quiet chuckle as he sweeps my hair to one side.
“Hiya, Darlin’,” he murmurs.
I giggle again. Leave it to Beau and Jas to make me laugh during a five-way.
“Hi, Baby.”
He kisses me in a way only Beau can. It’s a kiss that lights me up from the inside out. A kiss that could bring life to even the darkest of days.
Jasper kneels behind me, trailing his fingers through my wet folds. I gasp against Beau’s lips as he pinches my sensitive clit. “Think you can take us both, Red?”
I pull my mouth from Beau’s and look over my shoulder. “Pretty sure I’ve done it multiple times now.”
“No.” He shakes his head before sinking two fingers into my pussy. “Here.”
“We know you’re wet enough, Abbie.” Beau’s voice in my ear sends a shiver down my spine. “I can feel you dripping all over my cock.”
I watch as Jasper pulls his fingers over me and wraps his hand around his cock. “Let us fuck this pussy, Abbie Girl. Please.”
I raise a brow at him. “Is the big bad Jasper Jenkins begging?”
He drags his cock through my pussy, coating himself in my arousal. “For you? I’ll gladly beg every day of my goddamn life.”
Reaching between my legs, I grab Beau’s cock. He hisses as it throbs in my hand. “Take it, Abigail,” he says as I start sinking down on him. “Take it all.”
I’m so wet that he fills me with no resistance.
His eyes close for a moment as he exhales a shaky breath. “Holy fu—So damn wet.” He lifts my hips before slamming hard up into me. “So. Damn. Good.” He accentuates each word with a hard thrust.
I want more, but Beau holds me still. When I look at him in confusion, he just says, “Kiss me.”
I smile widely at him before slanting my lips over his. It quickly becomes apparent why he’s distracting me with his wicked tongue when Jasper positions the head of his cock at my pussy beneath Beau’s.
My lips freeze against Beau’s. “Keep kissing me, Abigail,” he instructs. His tone gentle but clearly leaving no room for argument.
I do my best to lose myself in Beau’s kiss while Jas takes control of my waist.
Carefully—so fucking carefully—he pushes himself into me.
I gasp against Beau’s mouth, but I don’t stop kissing him. In fact, as Jasper sinks deeper into me, I find myself swallowing Beau’s moans—likely as overcome by the sensation as I am.
“Such a tight fucking cunt,” Jas growls.
He’s got to be only halfway inside of me when I feel myself trying to pull him deeper. Pain be damned.
“Our greedy girl,” Beau says, finally letting me pull my lips free now that Jasper’s inside of me.
The three of us sit like that for a moment before Jasper tugs at my waist. “Move, Red. Fuck our cocks like the queen you are.”
I can’t move much. But, my god, is it more than enough.
More.
So. Much. More.
I rock my hips slowly, chasing my own pleasure as Jasper and Beau’s hands roam over me.
I can focus on myself because I see it on their faces.
Hear it in their low moans—in their whispered words of praise.
I feel it in every touch. Fucking me. Watching me.
Loving me. It’s already got them coming undone.
I brace myself against the center of Beau’s chest and push upright as far as the position will allow, reaching back to curl my fingers around Jasper’s neck.
My grip tightens as I fist the hair at the base of his neck, while my other hand claws at Beau’s chest.
Beau reaches up, pinching one nipple just as Jasper’s hand drifts over the curve of my growing belly, his touch reverent.
“God…” Beau rasps. “Look at you…”
Jasper licks the shell of my ear. “Fucking heaven, Abbie Girl.” He thrusts his hips to meet the stroke of my hips. “This pussy…”
Beau pinches my nipple harder. “These tits…”
Jasper’s hand strokes the skin along my stomach again. “This body…”
I can feel my release barreling toward me as their words brand me.
“So beautiful, Abigail.” I look down at Beau and know he’s as close as I am. He nods up at me as I stare at him. “Come for us.”
“Milk our cocks, Red,” Jasper snarls in my ear.
And that’s it.
I’m done.
Lost in the abyss of what it means to be theirs.
When I open my mouth to scream, I’m not entirely sure if any sound comes out. But I don’t care.
I lose myself in the pleasure as my pussy pulses around them.
And when my body stills—wound too tight as wave after wave of my release crashes into me—Beau and Jasper fuck me with hard and shallow thrusts.
It only takes a few more moments before Jasper pulls his cock free and spills his release all over my ass.
A second later, evidence of Beau’s orgasm fills me.
We stay like that for a few long moments. The last tremors of pleasure fade into something softer, something warm and heavy that lingers inside my chest. Jasper’s hand moves slowly over my skin. Beau keeps both hands on my waist, thumbs tracing absent circles on my skin.
Eventually, Lawson speaks first. His voice is low as he walks over and brushes my hair from my face as I try to regain my breath. “You doing alright, Honey?” His eyes search mine—filled with nothing but unyielding love.
Lincoln stands next to him. Leaning in, he presses a gentle kiss on my shoulder before murmuring, “We didn’t push too far, did we?” His hand rests along the top of my stomach—firm, protective, but careful.
Jasper, still behind me, places a firm kiss on the back of my head. “You’re okay,” he says more than asks.
I smile and nod. “I’m okay.”
Beau exhales heavily before lifting my hand and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to the center of my palm. “You’re perfect.”
Slowly, all four of them help me clean up, their movements unhurried and attentive, like none of them want to break the quiet softness that’s now settled over us.
Once everything is done, they guide me back into my bed, folding around me. Right where we belong. My body feels heavy in the best way as sleep presses in. Soft and insistent. Despite it only being the early hours of the afternoon.
Jasper presses a kiss to my temple. “I love you,” he murmurs.
Beau shifts a little closer, molding his body as close as possible. “I love all of you…” Jasper snorts. “Shut up. I just mean… I love this. Us.”
Lawson settles in. “Me too.”
Lincoln’s hand finds mine from where he lies, squeezing once. “We made ourselves a pretty good family, didn’t we?”
My eyes flutter closed, and the last thing I say before sleep finally takes me is, “Yeah… we really did.”