Chapter 21
Tyler
Stella still had her thong on, and it was bugging the shit out of me. Because quid pro quo. AJ and I were naked, so she should be, too.
It was only fair.
She turned toward the man between us, mirroring me, kissing his other shoulder as her eyes blazed with challenge. There was no fucking way I was backing down, and I could tell from the stubborn look on Stella’s face that she wouldn’t either.
I grabbed AJ’s chin, leaning him my way. His gaze immediately dropped to my mouth, tongue peeking out to wet his full lower lip. Fuck, he was hot. I’d thought so since I’d first clapped eyes on him. Tousled curls, sun-darkened skin, bright green eyes.
He closed the distance between us, wrapping a hand around the back of my head and pulling me in.
Our lips met. I parted mine, and he followed my lead, and then my tongue was in his mouth, working against his.
I rose onto an elbow and deepened the kiss, opening my eyes to throw Stella a taunting look, but I found her staring at me and AJ with the first unguarded expression I’d ever seen on her face.
Need. Lust. Anticipation.
My dick stiffened against AJ’s thigh. Stella wanted this. And now that I knew it, there was no way I’d let her pretend otherwise. No more using AJ like a shield, no more silently daring each other to back down. If we were going to do it, we were going to fucking do it. Full send.
I broke the kiss, reached over AJ, and hauled her between us.
She let out a surprised squeak that had him chuckling, and then an even louder gasp when I grabbed the whisper-thin strap of her silk thong and tore it off her.
My eyes dropped to the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs.
On each side was a tiny black heart. Who the fuck had gotten close enough to tattoo her there?
And why did I suddenly feel like killing them for it?
Lifting my eyes to AJ’s, I pressed Stella’s thong against my nose, taking a deep breath full of her scent.
Sweet. Musky. Just as fucking luscious as I’d feared.
Wetness pressed against my lips. Unable to stop myself, I parted them and licked the crotch of the fabric, the flavor of her exploding over my tongue.
“Fuck,” AJ breathed, pupils blown wide as he watched me.
“She’s wet for us,” I told him.
“Is that true, Stel?” He spooned her while facing me, stroking a hand down her stomach. My eyes latched onto the movement, watching with bated breath as he dipped his fingers between her legs. Stella let out a whimper, clenching her thighs around him. “Soaked,” he confirmed.
The smile spreading over my face felt triumphant as I fixated on her small, pert breasts and the nipple rings catching the light. I reached out and gently tugged one, and Stella squirmed onto AJ’s hand.
“How many fingers do you have inside her?” I asked.
“Just one,” he said. “She’s so tight.”
“She can take another,” I told him.
His expression turned wolfish, and I knew exactly when he slipped a second finger into her pussy because they both moaned. Stella’s cheeks turned pink, bottom lip pinched between her teeth as she stared over my shoulder.
Uh-uh. She wasn’t about to get away with that.
I gripped her chin. “Look at me.”
Her eyelids fluttered, another fractured moan slipping through her lips before she met my gaze. Beneath the lust, I saw something else. Something dark, angry. Like she hated that she wanted me. Like she wanted to punish me for it.
Okay. Maybe I did have a little brat in me after all, because the thought of Stella taking out all that pent-up aggression on my body had the head of my cock weeping.
AJ’s arm moved, his hand pumping between her legs, the veins on his forearm starting to pop. “Your girlfriend feels so good,” he told me, and a possessive thrill shot through me to hear the words. “So wet. So warm. Do you want another taste?”
Slick sounds hit my ears as he started to work her faster. The musky smell of sex filled the air.
“Yes,” I practically growled.
He pulled his hand free with a suctioning noise that had no business being so hot, and lifted it toward me in offering. I parted my lips, saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought of cleaning her off his fingers, but Stella grabbed his wrist out of the air.
“Bad boys don’t get rewards,” she said, and then sucked his fingers down to the bottom knuckle, her eyes locked on mine.
Fuuuck. The sight made my balls tighten. Made me want to do something else to piss her off just to see what she’d do next.
AJ groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder as she hollowed her cheeks and cleaned every last drop of herself off him.
And then she opened her lips with a pop and slid his fingers out, excruciatingly slow, maintaining eye contact as her tongue swirled between his fingers.
The sight had all the blood rushing from my head straight to my cock, so fast it made me dizzy.
AJ’s eyes turned liquid in the dim light. The look he sent me was both apologetic and imploring. “I want to fuck your girlfriend.”
“I want you to fuck my girlfriend.” The words were out before I could stop them.
Stella raked her nails over my chest. “While my boyfriend shoves his fat cock down my throat.”
My heart skittered to a stop. She didn’t really mean that, did she?
Nah, she couldn’t. This was just her playing her last card, taking things to the point of no return and forcing me to back down. Only, I didn’t want to. And the longer I searched Stella’s eyes, the more convinced I became that she didn’t want to, either.
Everything else between us was fucked up, complicated as hell, but this lust? This was the one simple truth between us, and it could no longer be denied.
She lifted her palm, holding it in front of my mouth. “Spit on it.”
I complied instantly, dick twitching from both the command in her tone and the action itself.
She slid her hand behind her, using my spit as lube on AJ’s cock.
He met my eyes over her shoulder, his teeth dimpling his bottom lip, and I leaned forward and captured his mouth in another kiss, pinning Stella between us.
He reached forward and wrapped his fingers around my dick for the second time, grip strong and sure as he immediately started working me, not needing any lube because of how much cum I was already leaking.
I nudged Stella’s legs apart and slid my knee to the apex of her thighs, giving her friction where she needed it.
Wet warmth immediately coated my skin, telling me just how turned on she was, just how badly she wanted this.
My hands rose to her tits, so small but so fucking perfectly formed, and I rolled my fingers around her nipples, barely bumping the rings, teasing her because I couldn’t help myself.
AJ broke our kiss, and Stella tilted her head to welcome him next, their mouths melding together right in front of me as she worked him, and he worked me, his hand choking my cock, relaxing, stroking, squeezing again.
I ground my leg higher, moving it in a steady motion that Stella met with shuddering thrusts of her own.
I tugged both nipple rings at once, and then she was gasping, breaking the kiss, head falling against the pillows as she ground onto me.
Her cheeks flushed, and her lips popped open.
I grabbed her chin and shoved my thumb into her mouth to give her something to suck on.
Her tongue wrapped around my finger while AJ pumped my cock, and oh, fuck—
“I’m close,” I warned.
So was Stella, if her muffled moans were anything to go by.
“Her first,” AJ said.
His grip on me loosened, and I could tell from the way he shunted his hips backward that he’d pulled out of her hand.
I kept my knee right where Stella needed it, kept teasing her nipples while AJ nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear with his nose.
He said something I didn’t catch, low and encouraging, before parting his lips and stroking his tongue up her neck, just once, before fastening his mouth over her and sucking.
Stella moaned around my finger, breathing hard through her nose, eyes squeezed shut as she moved against me. A shudder wracked her body, her thighs clamped tight, and then she was coming, her hips losing their rhythm, her pussy soaking my leg.
I brought her down gently afterward, easing my thumb from her mouth. The second she could speak, her eyes flashed open, and she glanced behind her. “Put a condom on. I want to be speared between you.”
Jesus Christ.
AJ groaned, rolling away from her toward a nightstand.
Stella’s eyes roamed over me, slowly, like she was memorizing every inch of my skin.
Still a little out of breath from coming, she rose to all fours, mouth tantalizingly close, ass presented to AJ like a present.
Her hair brushed my chest as she shifted closer, and then I felt her lips ghost my ear before she whispered, “Gag me like you threatened.”
My cock spasmed, another bead of precum leaking from the tip.
Tonight was teaching me things about myself I’d been unaware of before.
The fact that I didn’t hate being ordered around in the bedroom.
The fact that I might not be as vanilla as I’d always believed.
This was my first threesome, and if it was anything to go by, it would not be my last. The hunger rising inside me couldn’t be satiated from this one encounter alone.
No, I wanted more. AJ sprawled out on the bed while Stella rode his face and I sucked him off.
Or him between us, AJ fucking into Stella while I fucked into him.
Oh, god. Stella between him and I, pinned on both our cocks, stuffed so full she couldn’t move.
I rose to my knees, looming over her as AJ rolled a condom on. Reaching out, I tapped her upper lip, right beside her Monroe piercing. My dick was wide enough that she’d really have to stretch around me, and the backing of it might cut her gums. “This needs to come out, or I’ll end up hurting you.”