Chapter 25 #3
One moment I’m simply standing here—absorbing the banner above us and reflecting on how my life keeps surprising me—then the next moment, I’m airborne.
Stan’s scooping me up with an excited laugh and starts taking the stairs two at a time.
“Stan!” I shout in shock, gripping his shoulder out of reflex.
Behind us, Lix yelps. “Stan! Wait, oh god, be careful.”
“Zero faith in me. C’mon, Ocean Eyes, I got our girl,” Stan says, tone buoyant. “I always got her.”
Lix grumbles something angrily but hurries after us as Stan brings us to our bedroom.
I’m deposited onto the bed in what Stan would probably describe as a necessarily dramatic flourish. The mattress rebounds beneath me, and I bounce slightly before settling down into the sheets and pillows.
Stan grins, staring down at me with his gleaming gray eyes.
Lix groans. “What is wrong with you? You can’t just throw her around like that.”
“I didn’t throw her,” Stan protests. “I placed her with enthusiasm. It’s an incredibly necessary dramatic entrance for our woman! C’mon, Lix, she’s glowing for us! She’s begging to be gobbled up and pampered like a princess!”
I sit up on my elbows, rather aware of the warmth spreading low in my body at the sight of them squaring off like this. “I’m fine,” I say. “The mattress absorbed the drop.”
Lix sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s not the point, Em. Stan needs to understand we need to be careful.”
Stan tilts his head, scoffing. “Well, what’s the fun in being careful all the time, babe?”
Lix opens his mouth to argue. Stan takes his shirt off instead. It’s a blatant distraction tactic, and it works.
Before Lix can recover, Stan closes the distance and kisses him—slow at first, then deeper and faster—murmuring against his mouth. “Save the lectures for Em to say to us, Ocean Eyes.”
Lix makes a strangled sound that might have meant to be indignant and fails halfway through.
I watch them from the bed, wet heat pooling more and more between my thighs, my body reacting to the pleasure it associates with these two men before me.
It’s clear Stan’s kiss derails Lix completely. The latter’s hands catch in Stan’s hair, frustration dissolving into breathless compliance while Stan grins like he’s won a game against the other.
Eventually, I clear my throat. They both look at me.
“I have suggestions,” I say calmly for how my heart is hammering.
Stan’s grin turns wicked. Lix’s breath stutters.
“Kiss him again,” I say, my voice oddly even despite the heat becoming more demanding inside of me. “Much more slowly.”
Stan obeys instantly, hands fisting in Lix’s hair as he draws him close.
I angle my head, watching how Lix leans into it, and how his shoulders drop when Stan’s mouth deepens.
They adjust, bodies moving toward each other, breath mingling, the air between them thickening.
“Messily,” I mumble, more of an escaped thought than a well-processed decision. “Faster.”
Their kiss turns heated. Loud moans. Sloppy lines of spit when they pull back to breathe, only to go in again for more.
“More tongue,” I say, eyeing them as though I’ve been hypnotized by the sight of them losing themselves in each other. “Stan, your hands in Lix’s hair. Lix, touch Stan’s groin.”
Stan hisses when Lix does as I say, and Lix groans into their liplocked entanglement.
I guide them with more corrections—where to place hands, how to position themselves in bed with me once their clothes come off—until their movements become more instinctive, until what they’re doing feels private even with me watching them.
Time blurs after that in a beautifully languid way. The room fills with lewd sounds, low laughter, whispered praises, and the faint rustle of wet sheets.
I direct when needed, observe when I want to, and ask them to include me when my body demands pleasure.
It’s unhurried. It’s generous. It feels like belonging. To both of them.
Eventually, it’s Lix who breaks the spell, sounding regretful but firm. “Em,” he says. “Spa day soon.”
I blink, checking the internal clock I didn’t realize I’d lost track of. “I suppose I should get ready.”
Stan groans dramatically. “Traitors…”
Despite his frustration, Stan, along with Lix, helps me into the shower to wash away their sticky seed off of my bare body.
Soon, the warm water cascades over us, steam blurring my vision.
Stan sinks down on his knees in front of me while Lix slips behind me, his hands kneading my breasts that look fuller in his large hands.
I brace myself against him, grinding my back against his hardness.
My eyes flutter shut from the sensation cresting and spilling over from Stan’s tongue licking my clit in tantalizing circles, my voice breaking despite myself.
“Stan…” I moan. “Lix…”
It doesn’t take Stan long to drive me over the edge. Rolling my hips so that his tongue twirls where I want it, on my clit over and over, I come with loud cries that echo off the tile walls.
Panting, Stan rises, grinning lazily as he kisses Lix, moaning loudly that their deep sounds ring in my ears pleasantly.
“Oh, by the way,” Stan says casually, as though a thought just occurred to him. “Silver returned the Disney cruise tickets. Got credits as a refund.”
I’m so dazed, dizzy from the display of the line of saliva hanging between their swollen lips, that I nearly miss the rest of his statement.
“So,” he continues, “I booked us a fun cruise for my birthday. Be ready for that, babes.”
Admittedly, I don’t think I’ve retained any words once I see him lick his bottom lip and suck on Lix’s to clean the spit off.
With eagerness to mirror the same motion, I pull Stan in by his neck and kiss him, smiling into his mouth.
Lix must be feeling left out, so Stan helps me slide down onto my knees with him. But not before he slides something under my knees. I look down, seeing a folded towel that turns wet quickly on the shower floor.
Still, it helps cushion the impact on my knees, while I’m carrying the extra weight of my rather rounded middle.
I kiss Stan quickly as thanks for being mindful of my physical limits. He chuckles so cutely that I kiss him again.
When he and I are both in position to lick Lix’s cock, the man left standing only hesitates a little before his knees buckle, making him lean against the wet wall.
“Fuck,” Lix curses as we take more of his precum-coated cock into our mouths, Stan taking one side, while I’m on the other.
Stan’s making a mess, slobbering over the tip and swirling his tongue to clean the precum that keeps leaking out of Lix’s tip.
I, on the other hand, leave a trail of warm kisses down the shaft, both of us earning Lix’s breathless groans.
I don’t know if I’ll make it on time for the girls’ indoor spa tradition, but I’ll have a rather decent—or more truthfully, indecent—reason to show up late.
Surely, though I’ll keep the reason a secret, Elle and Kaye would understand.
After all, I’ve found that any moment with love leading it is always worth savoring.
“Coming,” Lix murmurs between moans. “I’m coming.”
Stan parts his lips open wide, his gray eyes half-lidded and looking up at Lix, who groans and lets out his load, rope after rope.
It smears across Stan’s bottom lip, dripping down the edge of his smirking mouth.
Mesmerized, I watch as Stan’s tongue darts, cleaning every drop off of his lips right before he swallows all of it down.
“Such a good boy,” Lix whispers, catching his breath. He turns to me, eyelids heavy, as he smiles. “And you’re our good girl, Em.”
His praise warms me. He kneels down, kissing me on the lips, making me feel much warmer.