Chapter 19 Houston #2
At my height, it’s hard to find beds that work for me without pulling my legs up. Thankfully, Quincy worked an oversized king bed for me into our rider for the residency. When she sees it, she whistles. “How have I never been in here before?”
I shrug. “Been a busy few weeks.” I lay her onto the mattress, and my god, she looks good there. Looks right. Like she belongs. I hate that Knox moved her out, but I get it. Tonight, though, this is where I need her.
She kicks off her heels, now naked on my bed.
Knox and Salem have stripped down to boxers, and I follow suit, watching them crowd her.
Their hands glide over that soft skin, golden in the light.
But her eyes are on me now, her knees bent.
She watches every bit of skin I reveal until I’m as naked as she is.
I take her ankle in one hand, gently pressing kisses to the tender skin inside of it.
Moving up her calf, her knee, one soft kiss after another.
I want to show Lou that she is precious to me, and I’m going to take my time.
When I reach the inside of her thigh, her body tenses.
I have her spread wide to make room for me, and ahead is the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. Wet and shining.
Salem and Knox have taken her tits, her face, her stomach for their own. Each of them is going slow tonight. Not sure why, but it feels right.
All the while, she steals glances down at me. Like she can’t stop watching me. Maybe she wants to know when I’ll touch her there, or maybe it’s something else.
When I finally do, it’s with reverence. I spread her open with one hand and tour her body with my tongue, savoring that nectar, before I settle onto her clit. Sucking, nibbling, twirling. I listen for the notes that tell me I’m doing what she wants. The pitch of her moans, the gravity of her sighs.
It helps that her thighs have closed in on my head, and she squeezes when I hit a good spot.
She fists my hair and holds me to her. “Fuck, there! Right there!”
I stay right there, working her clit over with my whole mouth as her climax builds. I massage her pussy below my chin and work a finger into her. When I add a second one, she gushes down my chin, her sounds on the verge of hysteria as she rocks against me. I drink every drop. I earned that.
There is no pride in me like the rush I get from making her come. My chest and my cock swell in equal measure. But before I can do a victory lap, she pulls on my hair to drag me up her body.
“Need you,” she groans in desperation, still pulling me up.
“You have me.” I thrust into her tight pussy, quivering from that orgasm. The connection zaps my brain. How did I manage to do anything but this tonight? Or ever?
Our bodies collide in waves, one after another. I’d make room for the others, but pulling away now would be a crime. Instead, I double-down, hooking my arms beneath her shoulders to pull her tighter to me. In this space, there is only us.
She comes again, body arching to me. Her head tips backward, and there’s Knox. He takes her mouth upside down, and she groans for more. Watching him fill her throat at this angle is one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. Knowing she loves it makes it even better.
She needs more. We know how to give it.
“Back up a second,” I tell him. He does. I stroke her face. “We’re going to do this a little differently, precious. You ready?”
Her dark eyes are glazed over. “Okay.”
I pull out, disappointing my own cock, and rearrange us until I can pull her backward onto my lap. “Lube.” Knox passes me a bottle, and I slick myself with it. Then I place myself at her ass’s entrance. “Ready, precious?”
“Like this?” She sounds nervous.
“Kind of. Trust me.”
“I do.”
That means more than anything to me right now.
I take it slow, easing in. I’m girthier than my brothers, and I don’t want to hurt her. The sounds this woman makes should be recorded for posterity. Wicked, tempting things. By the time I’m in, she’s dripping down my thighs.
I lie back, taking her with me. I settle her legs on either side of mine to spread her wide open. Her head is tipped back on my shoulder. “Guys. Let’s make her feel good.”
Without a word, they join us, Knox at her mouth, Salem at her pussy.
I feel it when he enters her there—her tight ass becomes tighter.
I feel the movements he makes, hear her responding moans, feel the way she tenses and rolls between us.
My hands cup her tits, plucking at them to add more pleasure.
To occupy my hands too. They belong there.
Our bodies belong together.
When she comes again, I feel that. It’s a ripple that takes over from the inside of her until she’s shaking on the outside too. Salem growls, “Yes, angel, that’s it. Come for us.”
Knox strokes her cheek. “Is this what you wanted, baby? All your pretty holes filled?”
“Mm-hmm,” is all she can say as she writhes between us, mouth still full.
“Good girl.” He holds her throat while he fucks her there, staring into her eyes.
She comes again, and this time, I can hardly hold mine back. But I will. For her.
“Mm, angel, you’re gonna make me come too,” Salem promises.
She doesn’t speak. Only rolls herself at him harder, which means I have to angle myself just right to stay in.
When he comes, it triggers another for her, and she screams, making Knox follow.
The sound of her swallowing his cum makes me come.
I unload in her ass, knowing she’s dripping with all of us now. I feel her still pulsing on me.
Our girl isn’t done yet.
Before I pull out, I reach around for her swollen clit.
When I touch her there, she jumps, so I bar my other arm over her chest. “No, precious. We’re not done yet.
” I hold her to me, my half-hard cock still up her ass, while I work that clit.
She squirms and rolls and begs and pleads, but I hold.
I know what her body needs. She doesn’t safeword or say no.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease—”
“I’m giving you what you want, precious. Why the begging?” Teasing her gets me hard again, still buried in her ass.
“Need…more.”
“I know.”
Knox skims his palms over her nipples, just barely grazing them. Salem adds his fingers to her dripping pussy. One, then two, then three. All the while, I keep at her clit. All the while, she begs.
“What if we go for four?” he asks redundantly, because he’s already adding that fourth finger.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I’m coming!” she squeaks the last word before crying out. Her whole body goes rigid, and shakes like she needs an exorcist. I barely notice anything but her until I’m coming again too. Didn’t even know I was close.
“Fuck, she’s squirting up my arm! That’s it, angel.”
When her body collapses onto me, I know it’s over. Mine sure as hell is. I carefully slide out and gentle her onto her side as she tries to breathe. I hold her there, stroking her arm to let her come back to herself on her own timetable. There’s no rushing this.
We have all the time in the world.