Chapter 49
D id he really just do that?
Her entire body shuddered with arousal as she watched Slade suck on his fingers like the taste of her was a total treat.
Did he really like that?
It seemed Spencer enjoyed eating her out. The noises coming from his mouth were positively hungry. He moved with enthusiasm, but also knowledge.
It was clear he knew what he was doing.
Rock had moved to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first one. And she wished she could touch him back. Could run her fingers through his short dark hair. Could kiss all that delicious skin. Run her fingers over the light smattering of hair on his chest.
Was Slade smooth or hairy? From what she could remember he didn’t used to have chest hair but who knew how men’s bodies changed?
She wanted to know, though.
“Slade? Are you going to strip off?” she asked .
Rock was kissing her belly like he was worshipping it. And she wanted to know what his thick dick felt like.
“Soon,” Slade promised.
Her breathing grew more rapid as Spencer teased her.
“I want to touch Rock,” she said. “I want to touch his dick.”
Rock froze, then sat back to look down at her.
“Don’t have to,” he said.
“Why wouldn’t I want to?” she asked. “Can I have it in my mouth? I’m not very good at it. But I want to try. Please. Oh, God, Spencer, that feels so good. I’m so close!”
“No coming without permission,” Slade warned her.
“Please, please, let me come,” she begged him. “Please.”
Rock stared up at Slade, willing him to give her permission to come.
He was worried about her ribs. He worried about everything when it came to their girl. Keeping her safe. Making sure she was happy.
It kept him awake at night sometimes, thinking about her. It was only when he was with her that he felt better, that he could actually sleep.
Spencer drew back and licked his lips. Rock wanted to taste that pussy, too. Indie tugged at her restraints and he frowned.
She was going to bruise her skin.
“Easy,” Slade soothed. “You’re going to get to come, but you need to stay nice and still.”
“I can’t! I really want to touch Rock. I want you all naked. Please.”
“All in good time.” Slade kissed her lightly, his hand cupping her chin.
Rock watched on hungrily. He loved kissing their girl.
When Slade drew back, her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips swollen and damp .
“My beautiful girl,” Slade murmured. “Spencer, make our girl come.”
“Oh my God, yes!” she cried.
Then Spencer slid back between her legs while Rock teased her lips again. They were so soft. So precious.
“Rock, untie the hand closest to you,” Slade commanded. “She’s desperate to touch your dick.”
He didn’t know why. Most women were scared of his cock. Which was actually a more sensible reaction than the ones who wanted it because he was so large.
He never played at the club anymore. He preferred to watch from a safe distance. The shadows were a familiar space for him. Somewhere he could disappear into.
Being with someone who just wanted to brag about taking his big cock made him feel ill.
After undoing her hand, Indie eagerly grabbed hold of Rock’s dick. Her movements were clumsy and it was obvious she really didn’t have much experience, but that didn’t mean that her touch didn’t feel amazing.
It was everything he’d ever dreamed of and he could feel his shaft hardening. His balls were tightening.
Shit.
He wasn’t going to embarrass himself by coming already.
As Spencer sent her flying, her cries of pleasure filling the room, and she tightened her hold around his cock.
Rock was so close. So fucking close. He had to clench his teeth, willing his dick to behave and not embarrass him.
“Please,” she begged. “Please can I have you all inside me!”
Well, that wouldn’t be happening tonight.
He was aware that it could be a stretch to take him and she wasn’t ready. But that was all right with him.
All he cared about was her pleasure.
Slade was still watching on, but his gaze was filled with hunger. There was a hint of something else. The need to get give chase. To conquer .
Nothing that man loved more than giving orders. But Rock was good at taking them.
Yeah, he was a Daddy Dom. He liked looking after Indie, taking care of her. And when necessary, he could take charge. However, he was also fine with following Slade’s lead.
“Fuck, yes,” Spencer said. “Hang on, I need a condom.”
“You’d wear a condom?” she asked, releasing Rock’s cock.
Rock frowned. Why was she surprised by that?
“Of course we will,” Slade said, eyeing her. “You seem surprised.”
“Oh, Billy wouldn’t wear them. He wanted me to take oral contraceptive. But the pills make me ill and the injection made me bleed three weeks of the month. I should have tried something else because he always refused to wear a condom. Despite me asking him to.”
Fucking prick.
Rock barely held back a growl of outrage. Spencer had stilled while Slade was clenching and unclenching his fists.
They all had to hold it together, though. Because their girl was starting to retreat from them.
“We’ll use condoms,” Rock pushed the words out, despite his throat feeling like it had shards of glass in it.
Spencer nodded. “Damn straight we will. Whatever you want.”
“Yes,” Slade said, managing to calm himself.
“Um, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she said shyly. “I got tested when I learned I was pregnant and I don’t have any STDs.”
“We get tested regularly too,” Slade told her. “Are you sure?”
“I can’t get more pregnant.” She grinned and they all relaxed further.
“We’ll come back to this after Button comes,” Slade told her. “And if you change your mind, you tell us.”
Indie nodded. “I will.”
“Now, where was I?” Spencer murmured before lapping at her pussy again until she was breathing hard and squirming beneath him.
“Please!” she cried.
Spencer rose up. “You’re ready?”
“Yes! Yes!” Reaching out, she wrapped her hand back around Rock’s dick.
He slid into her as Slade released her other hand from the ropes. It probably should have been weird, watching his best friend slide his cock into their girl.
But, fuck, all Rock thought about was how hot it was.
Especially as her hand was still around his dick. Her movements had stopped while she was coming, which he understood. Now, she was back to moving her hand slowly up and down his shaft.
“Open your mouth, Boo,” Slade said.
Fuck. When had he stripped off? Rock seemed to be losing time.
“Lick me. That’s it. Good girl,” Slade praised her.
“I’m not that good at this, either,” she warned.
“You don’t have to be. That’s it. Right over the end. You’re being such a good girl. Isn’t she, Rock?”
Rock nodded. Hell, yes, she was. Their perfect fucking girl.
“Good. That’s it, now take me into your mouth. Such a wonderful, amazing, beautiful girl for us,” Slade said as he drove his cock slowly into her mouth.
Rock had to take a breath and try to calm himself. He was right at the edge and it was embarrassing.
“Spencer, want to flip her over and fuck her from behind while she sucks my cock?” Slade asked.
Hell, yes, he did.
Spencer couldn’t believe that this was his life.
That he finally got to fuck his girl .
He helped her move onto her hands and knees while Slade sat at the head of the bed, his back against the headboard.
“All right, Princess?” Spencer asked her. “Not uncomfortable in any way?”
“No, no,” she groaned. “Please fuck me.”
And then her mouth must have been on Slade’s dick again because her head started bobbing up and down.
Rock was still kneeling at her side. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be silently counting.
Poor bastard.
Spencer was smirking as he slid back into her pussy. And then the smirk slid right off his face as he groaned.
Fuck.
Now he was the poor bastard. Because being inside her was a special sort of torture. He could barely breathe. She was so warm and slick and she was pulsing around him.
Where was all his control now?
He was able to torture a sub with pleasure for hours without losing his control, yet now he was about to come?
Pathetic.
Grasping hold of her hips, he kept his movements slow and steady as he fucked her. As he grew closer to the edge, he reached around to play with her clit.
Slade moaned, staring down at her as he wrapped her hair gently around his hand. Rock frowned, watching Slade closely, no doubt concerned he was going to hurt or scare their girl.
Spencer got it. They still didn’t know what sort of triggers she might have from Billy.
He might need to talk to her about therapy. There had to be things she needed to work through. And while she could always talk to them, speaking to a therapist could also help.
But he pushed those thoughts from his head as he felt his balls start to tighten. He moved his finger harder, faster, until she started to come.
It was too much. He couldn’t hold on .
Rock let out a low moan, coming in her hand and Spencer drove deep one final time, his orgasm rushing through him. He barely heard Slade’s shout of release.
Seemed the three of them lost all control around her.
Which was just the way it should be.
Indie was surrounded by her guys in bed.
She felt sated and happy.
The only other time she felt this carefree and relaxed was when she was in Little headspace.
The rest of the time there was always something eating away at her. A memory of Billy, something he’d said to her, her insecurity about not being enough, not being loved or wanted . . . yeah, all of those things would swirl in her head constantly until they drained her energy and made her feel ill.
But these guys were slowly quieting all of those voices, those memories.
See?
Who needed therapy when you had a harem of men to cater to your every need, to love and adore you?
Not her. Even though Slade had talked to her a few times about a therapist after what Billy did to her.
She snuggled into Rock’s side as Spencer spooned her. Slade was lying on the end of the bed.
“We need a bigger bed,” she said.
“Agreed,” Slade said.
Spencer snorted and Rock kissed the top of her head.
Yes. This was almost perfect.
Well, almost.