65. Chloe
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
CHLOE
NOW
I’m sated in a way I can’t ever remember being, but then again, I’ve never spent hours with a toy inside my pussy being held on the edge, so I guess that makes sense.
Kingston pulls the car into a motel parking lot and barely gets it into park before Damon shoves his door open and stalks toward the office.
A deep chuckle vibrates against my chest, and I snuggle deeper into Ryker’s arms. “Won’t be long before he snaps.”
“I thought he was going to steal her right from between us when King pulled the car over,” Ronan says, brushing his fingers down my back.
Kingston shakes his head as he trails after the angry Lombardi brother, leaving me with the two men that have shown me a whole new world of pleasure.
“You doing okay, Sparrow?” Ronan asks.
I nod. “Tired.”
“I bet you are.” He smirks, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “No cramps or anything?”
“No, no cramps. Just feeling floaty.”
“That’s good, baby girl.” He brushes a stray hair from my cheek, tucking it behind my ear.
The door beside Ryker opens, and before I have a chance to see who opened it, I find myself lifted into their arms.
The cool air rushes around me, but in a few long strides, I’m carried into a room with the door slammed shut behind us, and then I’m thrown into the center of the bed.
It takes me a few blinks to warn away the black spots dancing in my vision from the sudden move, but my heart just about beats out of my chest when I find Kingston looming over me, his dark eyes on fire.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Exactly what I should have done in the first place.”
I don’t get a chance to ask any other questions before he tears my sweater over my head, his eyes locking on my peaked nipples for the second time today.
Getting changed in the back seat of an SUV is not as easy as it sounds.
Kingston finally tears his eyes off my chest for long enough to whip my yoga pants down my legs, grunting when he realizes I’m not wearing any panties.
As soon as my pants are discarded across the room, he drops to his knees at the foot of the bed and drags my hips down until they’re at the edge.
He stares down at my pussy like he’s planning to devour me whole, and although it occurs to me to feel embarrassed, it never comes. Not when Kingston looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
“God, you’re fucking perfect, Chloe. Do you know how many nights I dreamed of what you would taste like? I fucked my hand so many times thinking about spending hours between your thighs, even though I knew I’d never get my fill of you.”
He brushes his lips over the inside of my thigh, the contrast between his warm lips and rough stubble making it almost impossible to stay still.
“Look how pink and swollen your pretty cunt is, Mama. I bet you’re so sensitive.” As if to punctuate his point, he drags the tip of his tongue over my clit, making me jolt. “I bet you’ll come the second I slide inside your perfect pussy.”
Heat rushes over me despite how cool it is inside the motel room.
How is it possible for me to be turned on despite having come so many times in the last week?
I went from an orgasm every other week at my own hand to being overwhelmed by them at every opportunity.
Not that I’m complaining. Whatever Ryker did the night he first touched me has awoken my libido in a way I didn’t know was possible.
The sound of the slap comes immediately before the pleasure and pain bloom across my clit, forcing my eyes to meet Kingston’s.
“When I have my hands or mouth on you, your attention is on me,” he rumbles, dragging his tongue over my tender clit. “I didn’t think I’d be able to share you, but watching you with Ronan and Ryker this past week has been a special kind of torture.”
I bite down on my bottom lip as a soft moan fills the room. I’m already on my way to another release, and I’ve barely stopped trembling from the last one.
“I’ve never seen you as at peace as you are when you’re between them, like your body and mind know you’re safe in their arms.”
His words make my chest ache, because there’s a sadness in the undertone. It’s selfish of me to need them the way I do. I should be happy with just one of them, but maybe my heart is just too big to love one person alone.
“I want you to look like that when I have my arms around you,” he admits as a rare look of vulnerability creeps into his dark gaze.
“King,” I whisper, not trusting my voice not to break under the pressure in my chest.
He presses soft kisses along the inside of my thigh, his stubble moving over the sensitive flesh and making my head spin.
“It’s okay, Mama. I know I have to earn it, and I fully intend to make you as happy as they do.
I understand now that it was wrong of me to try to make you choose between us.
I just need this one night with you and then I’ll share. I promise.”
His words hit me in the chest as a stray tear falls against my cheek. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
His soft chuckle whispers against my pussy, dragging a moan from my chest. “Don’t you get it, Chloe?
I’d do anything for you. I’d walk through a wall of fire to get to you.
I’d burn this whole fucking world to the ground if it meant you were mine.
Sharing you with them is a small price to pay to have you forever. ”
Words that have no place hanging between us find their way to the tip of my tongue.
It’s too soon to say it, but if there’s one of my guys that needs to hear it more than the others, it’s Kingston.
He’s giving up so much to be a part of this, a whole life he envisioned for us.
The least I can do is tell him the truth.
“I love you,” I whisper.
His dark eyes lock with mine, emotions rioting through them that I’ve never seen before. One second he’s kneeling on the floor between my legs, and the next he’s over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
“Say it again,” he rumbles.
“I love you, King.”
“Again.”
“Kingston.” I roll my eyes, a giggle slipping from my lips.
“Say it again and I’ll spend the rest of the night dragging so much pleasure from your body that you won’t know where you end and I begin.”
I shake my head but give him what he wants. “I love you.”
Reaching between us, he shoves his sweatpants down far enough to set his cock free. He guides the tip through my wetness, pulling a whimper from my chest and a growl from his.
I’m so sensitive from the car ride that I’m at risk of coming the second he slides inside me, but I don’t care. All I care about is finally having this moment with him.
“I haven’t been with anyone in years,” he murmurs as he notches himself at my entrance. “I’m clean and I’m desperate to feel your sweet cunt bare.”
He only waits for my nod before sinking in the first few inches.
“Jesus, Chloe. I always knew your pussy would become my favorite place in the world, but not even my imagination could have conjured this feeling.”
“Kingston,” I whine, tipping my hips up to take more of him.
He chuckles and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Don’t worry, Mama, I’ll give you everything you need. I fully intend on filling you with so much cum tonight that it will be dripping out of your cunt for days.”