55 - Monty
55
Monty
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Seeing Frankie kneeling before me is a dream, one I fantasized about for fourteen months. Just looking at her excites me. Christ, I might come before she even touches me.
She licks her lips, igniting a fresh spike of need.
Stretching up my body, she goes to work on my shirt, frees each button, and spreads open the edges to expose my body to her rapacious gaze.
Biting her lip, she smooths her hands across my chest, caresses my twitching pecs, traces the valleys between my abdominal muscles, and follows the trail of hair to the base of my throbbing, leaking hard-on.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp.
Her eyes fly up to meet mine, her pupils blown and lips parted.
Then she wraps a hand around my cock.
Fucking God, she’s doing it. She’s fucking touching me.
I let my eyelids fall, isolating the glorious sensation.
She knows how to grip me, squeezing just beneath the head with perfect pressure, exactly how I like it.
Sinking deeper into the couch, I groan as she tugs and strokes me from root to tip.
It’s heaven. It’s hell. I want to grab her head, shove into her mouth, and fuck her throat until I’m empty. But she’s in a trance, a haze of mindless temptation, seduced by the heat of us, by the electric, molten reawakening of us.
The heavy breathing on either side of me grows louder, faster, as Leo and Kody watch. From what I read in her journal, this is Leo’s kink. A voyeur’s delight. He rubs his dick with vigor, his gaze glued to the motion of her hand as I leak all over her soft, delicate fingers.
Frankie is my kink. Everything about her makes me wildly, feverishly aroused.
Slowly, I bend forward, shaving away the gap between our mouths. I lean down. She leans up. We meet in the middle, and our lips collide, crashing like two powerful waves.
The kiss is sudden and intense, fire meeting gasoline, a hurricane making landfall. The earth shakes beneath us.
My hands possess her gorgeous figure, hauling her off the pillow and yanking her tightly against my chest. I gently clasp her graceful neck, gliding my thumb along her throat as her silky tongue chases and licks mine.
With her body draped between my legs and her hand around my cock, I thrust into her fist and shove my tongue in her mouth like a horny, inexperienced teenager.
And she moans for me.
Her desire elevates me. Her beauty humbles me. I bathe in her sensual radiance.
I grip her even closer, licking every recess and corner of her mouth, reacquainting myself with her sweet, sinful taste.
Easing back, she returns her knees to the pillow. Gripping the waistband of my briefs, she shimmies the fabric down my thighs until she has access to my heavy sac. Her hand cradles it, massaging my balls until I’m arching and lifting my hips with my cock bobbing in the air.
She captures me, her fingers curled around the root. Then she lowers her head and sucks the crown.
“Oh, fuck.” I’m not going to last.
Two seconds of this, and I’ll go off like a bomb and flood her mouth.
“Frankie.” I thrust against her tongue, growing thicker, hungrier, more frantic.
She pulls back, licking the tip. “Do you still have superhuman recovery time?”
“Don’t know.” I thread my fingers through her hair. “Spent the past year with my hand. It’s been underwhelming.”
“I’ll make it worth the wait.”
“I have no doubt.”
She lowers her head and takes me to the back of her throat.
Scorching need surges through my veins, pulsing with maddening urgency.
Then she sucks me just like I remember, like her life depends on it. I groan wretchedly, my thighs shaking with the effort to last longer than a minute. I’m certain I’ll black out before I climax.
I grind against her face, and she gags, breathes through it, and draws me even deeper down her throat.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I gasp, swelling in her mouth. “Take my cock. Choke on it.”
She drags her fingernails beneath my balls, taint to sac, and laughs around me when I shudder violently.
Heat gathers at the base of my spine. I’m going to come.
“Wait, wait.” I clasp her head, pulling myself from the merciless suction of her lips. “Give me a minute.”
Beside me, the cushion dips beneath the press of Kody’s knee as he leans across me and aims his porn-star dick at her mouth.
With a hand wrapped around my erection, she reaches for his.
The moment of truth.
I mentally prepared myself, envisioning all the ways they will be inside her and coating her with their seed. But watching it play out will be the real test of my possessive jealousy.
Her gaze locks onto mine as she leans toward him and swallows him down.
He groans, low and guttural, letting his head fall back on his shoulders. With a boot planted on the floor and a knee on the couch, he grips my shoulder for support and kicks his hips.
Barely half of his length fits past her lips. It’s a miracle she can take that much. But holy fuck, she looks drop-dead gorgeous with her mouth full of cock and drool dribbling down her chin.
I don’t feel the usual testosterone-fueled jealousy clenching in my gut. Only happiness. Relief. Hunger.
She sucks our cocks in tandem, one after another. The short reprieves, when her mouth leaves me to go to him, are torture. Waiting for my turn—I thought that would be the hardest part. But the anticipation only heightens the pleasure when she draws me back into the tight heat of her throat.
Leo leaves the couch, his erection trapped behind the waistband of his briefs. As he lowers to his haunches behind her, he meets my eyes, daring me to stop him.
“Make her come.” I grin.
“Gladly.” He tugs her pants down and slides a hand between her legs, his nostrils flaring.
“How wet is she?” I groan at the feel of her tongue sliding over me.
He holds out his fingers, the digits soaked.
I grab his wrist and tug him closer. He bends over her back as I wrap my mouth around his finger and clean off her intoxicating flavor.
“Fuck.” I lick the next finger and the next. “I wanted to do this at the distillery that night.”
“I know.” He smirks.
“Jesus, Monty. My heart wasn’t ready for that.” Frankie stares at me with hooded eyes, her lips swollen from sucking.
“You’re swallowing two cocks, and that’s what gives you pause?” Kody fists a hand in her hair. “We’re going to fuck you until you’re so full of dicks you can’t breathe. Hope you’re ready for that .”
She laughs breathlessly until Leo shoves his tongue inside her. Her laughter dies on a strangled whimper.
He doesn’t let up. He eats with the voraciousness of a feral creature, relentless until she screams his name and comes on his face.
She returns to Kody’s cock, moaning and slurping with renewed intensity. A moment later, he groans through his release, digging his fingers into my shoulder and bucking his hips.
Then I’m back in her mouth, thrusting into the remnants that Kody left behind. I don’t fucking care. She feels so damn good.
I stop worrying that I’m too rough and aggressive. After watching her swallow Kody’s shameless monstrosity, I know she’s up for it.
He and Leo switch places. As Kody buries his face between her legs, Leo stands a few feet back, watching her suck me with an intensity that leaves her breathless.
He fucks his hand, really getting into it, and within minutes, Kody makes her come again. He doesn’t stop there. Going the distance, he digs in, determined to keep her screaming as she finishes me off.
Closing my eyes, I gulp deep breaths and concentrate on the feel of her hot, wet mouth.
My fingers sink into her lush red hair as I slide in to her throat. She moans around me, taking it like a champ. She’s a goddess. Fucking enchanting.
She blew me every day for two years. But this right here? Best fucking blow job of my life.
Her mouth feels so impossibly warm and snug, and her tongue flicks with a precision that curls my toes.
She grips my thighs and bobs her head, smiling and humming her way through my undoing. I’m going to fucking come all over her.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I open my eyes and find her watching me.
In my periphery, Leo continues to jerk off, but it’s her gaze that holds my rapt attention.
She has the deepest, most soul-binding eye contact I’ve ever experienced. It cleaves me open and exposes my insides.
I let her see me—my love, my vulnerability, and the darkest corners of my soul.
She doesn’t look away. She stares deeper, gives me a long, hard suck, and sends me careening over the edge.
“Frankie! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I explode so violently it feels like I’m drowning her with my come.
She swallows rapidly, milking me of everything I have. Sweat drips down my nape as I gaze at her, those beautiful green eyes peering back.
When my cock is spent, she releases me with a pop of her lips and grins.
“Wicked woman.” I slump into the couch, panting.
“That was so fucking hot.” Leo steps up to her side, pumping his hand with a rhythm that tells me he’s close. “Open your mouth.”
She lifts her head and parts those beautiful lips.
“Now suck.” Gripping the back of her head, he fucks her mouth.
Behind her, Kody thrusts his fingers and tongue between her legs, his eyes connected with Leo’s.
They fall into perfect sync, timing the build-up with the skill of two men who have been sharing her for months. That knowledge used to eat me alive.
But as I watch them together now, it hits me. I don’t want to return to how things were before I met them. While the implications of our foursome are unclear, the powerful emotions churning inside me keep me rooted in the present, anchored to them.
“Come.” Leo cups her face and jerks his hips. “Come now.”
Kody’s mouth pushes her into a shattering orgasm as Leo roars to the rafters, announcing to every guard within a ten-mile radius that he’s blowing his load.
I shake my head, a grin stretching across my lips. His mismatched eyes dart to mine, and the crazy fucker grins back.
“You guys are going to kill me.” Frankie collapses over my lap.
“Tapping out already, love?” Leo tucks himself away and zips.
“Not a chance in hell.” She laughs.
Kody gives her ass a light slap before straightening her pants and his.
“How’s that refractory period?” She kisses my semi-hard cock, grinning as it swells with blood.
“Ready to go again.”
Leo scoops her up and tucks her against his chest.
Rising to my feet, I straighten my clothes with steady hands. But I’m not steady.
This moment, this life-changing, profound moment, makes every moment before it feel unfinished. Halfway. A fragment of something greater.
It’s no longer about the sex. It’s about family, brotherhood, and mutual love for the woman who binds us.
It feels like I’m standing at the edge of a vast cliff, the unknown stretching before me, promising incredible possibilities and daunting challenges. The unsteadiness, excitement, hunger—all of it melds together, forming a sharper, more well-rounded version of myself.
As Leo carries Frankie off the yacht, Kody and I follow them. To our shared bedroom. To the consummation of our union.
To our future.
Together.