Chapter 11
Lily
I should have been on the phone with a therapist for Ryan.
A shudder rippled through me.
I should have been doing everything in my power to get him help, but... oh fuck. "Ethan..." I panted at the lazy way he sucked me as if he had all day and was entitled to my surrender.
My hard nipples hurt as I squeezed them. I supposed that as long as Ryan was sleeping right next to me, he couldn't get himself into any trouble. Yeah, I had my eyes on him.
Besides, after that pounding he gave my pussy ten minutes ago, Ethan's mouth was sending sparks up my spine. He was eating me alive, and between Ryan and Ethan fucking me, my mother's words weren't so loud in my head. I cried out even louder to silence them as he brought me to my first climax.
He crawled up over me, and I swear my men were mind readers because I thought he was about to say something super sexy that would bring me to my second orgasm just from the sound of his voice. Instead, as he wiped at his mouth, he let out a breath and ran his hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry," he started.
"What? No." I came up on my hands. "Don't stop." I reached for the bulge in his pants and started stroking it through the fabric. "What is it?" I came close to his lips, smelling me on them. A shock spasmed through my belly, and I locked lips with him, getting drunk off us both. He stroked his hand through my hair and held me against him, groaning in my mouth as my hand teased his large cock out of his pants. He stopped me, and I shivered from how close I was to feeling his warmth against my palm. Need had me whining.
"Give me a minute." He panted. "I just can't concentrate."
"You don't have to think, just feel..." I rasped.
"It's just... You don't really think your mom is going to call the police on us when she gets back, do you? I know you tried to talk her out of it, but once she's there..." His eyes developed a glaze over them, and I ran my hand from his stomach to his chest, where his heart was pounding.
"Ethan." I gasped. "Relax, love. I doubt she will, and even if she does, I doubt the police will take her seriously. She's been out of it for months."
Shaking my head against her loud voice banging through it again, despite my best efforts, her words inspired doubt. But she wouldn't make me as irrational as her. She wouldn't take my happiness with my men away.
"But what if they do?" He lowered his voice, glancing behind him at Ryan.
"They won't. Now can we please not talk about this?" I tugged his face toward me and brought my lips closer to his. He obliged me with a kiss, lacking passion, and I deepened it until he yielded, gripping my hair in the process. I reached for his cock again. He paused me.
"What are you running from?" he asked.
"What?" I stuttered.
"I want you. I know you want me. But this desperation, that look in your eyes just then... you don't believe her, do you?" He asked, brows going up into his fringe.
"Of course not." I scoffed. "She's just in shock. Okay? And yes, I'll admit it. My mother waking up and accusing you guys, Ryan's outburst, the fact that she called me a whore and was still defending Terry..." I sighed. "I just want to forget about it all, and my pussy is throbbing, and you guys all do such a great job of making me feel good. Please. Don't stop." I reached for his hand and put it between my legs. "Don't you feel how badly I need you? We could all do with some sexual healing, don't you think?"
The glaze left his eyes and they went dark as his hand made contact. I gasped as his fingers went deep, and he fell into me, kissing my breath away and finally letting his pants fall. He pumped me with his fingers, all three of them, stretching me for him, and I rode it with the desperate need to hear nothing but our breaths in tandem, think nothing, only feel.
On my knees, my hand in his hair, I climaxed around his fingers, before pushing him backward and filling my mouth with him until my ears were plugged from the blood rush and the taste of him. I took him deep into my throat until it was hard to breathe, and I lost myself into the white escape of pure ecstasy.
I couldn't see anything when he popped my head off him, got behind me, and filled me to the hilt. I cried out, waking Ryan up, who was already rearing and ready to go as if he had been pulled out of the dream of fucking me and into the reality.
Immediately, he came up on his knees and plunged his hard cock into my mouth, the saltiness of him stroking my tongue. He gripped my hair and fucked me hard while Ethan took care with my pussy, and I could never have asked for better medicine as I became nothing but a ball of erotic sensations, flashing through me like lightning, pulsing through me like the heartbeat I needed to stay alive. Unable to swallow right, unable to breathe, I tightened around Ethan's cock, cumming not once but so many fucking times around him, until finally, they both filled me with their delicious loads.