Chapter 46
Lane
I t's the last morning waking up without having Alara around every day, so I’d better put it to good use. Ever since finding her on the couch with Riv, I haven't been able to stop thinking about the two of them together.
I've never been one to want to willingly watch and not participate, but when it comes to them, I would gladly take the chair in the corner if it meant her mouth would be bobbing up and down on my guy's cock.
Thoughts of her looking over at me with innocent eyes, while in the act, have my cock painfully hard.
I trail a finger along River's sleeping arm in hopes of waking him up. He's facing the opposite direction in bed, giving me the chance to be the big spoon, like usual, but I'm not interested in spooning. Forking sounds like way more fun.
I take a moment to mentally laugh, realizing there may or may not be something wrong with me. Oh well, at least I'm fun.
River groans, turning to face me as he slowly blinks his eyes open.
I slip my finger under his chin, tilting his face up, and get right to it.
My lips land on his, claiming what's mine as he moans in my mouth. My good boy inches closer without me having to ask because he knows exactly what I’m about to give him.
I grip the back of his hair, pulling lightly to deepen our kiss, while my other hand lands on his hip. Fucking hell, he’s perfect.
"How about you let me use you this morning?" I breathe out.
"My body is yours. You know that." The grin on his face further proves how much he loves me.
I pull his hard cock from his boxer briefs, gripping it tightly in the palm of my hand.
"Lane." He groans with impatience while trying to thrust his hips.
"What a naughty little slut you are," I tease.
He knows better than to try to take before I'm willing to give. I release him, reaching into my own underwear instead to free myself and glide my fist up and down my hard dick. His eyes watch every movement, silently pleading for me to touch him again.
When I decide to give in, he only gets one delicate glide of a finger up his length. It’s enough to make him shudder, moaning my name.
"You're already leaking for me, baby. Does your cock need attention?"
"Ye-yes," he stutters.
"Tell me," I demand.
"Please, use me," River says, blushing his way through the words.
I toss one of my legs over his hip, bringing the two of our dicks together, and this time, instead of grabbing just mine, I grab them both. The cool metal of my piercings sends shivers through his body when my hips begin to thrust opposite my hand, and the contact ignites a fire inside of him.
"How's that feel?" I run the top of my thumb over his tip while still keeping the two of us connected.
"SO good," he whines. "I'm getting close, Lane. Please don't stop."
"Sorry, baby. I have to." I sigh as my movements slow.
I’m tempted to continue until the two of us come together and then force him to clean up the mess with his tongue, but I'll save that devilish thought for another day. Maybe a day when Alara can join us.
"Why would you stop?"
"Shhh. Stop complaining.” I place a finger over those pouty lips. “I'll make you feel good. You just have to work for it a little more. Can you do that for me? Can you earn your orgasm?"
His eyes light up, and he shakes his head before saying, "Yes."
"Get on your back," I command while reaching into the nightstand to grab a condom and the large bottle of lube.
My eager eyes lock with his as I rip the package open and glide the latex sleeve over my cock. I squeeze a generous amount of lube into my hand, coating some on the condom before the tips of my fingers spread the rest around the rim of his ass.
He tenses. We have no time for that, so I slap his thigh with my free hand as punishment. "If you want this cock, you’d better lie there begging for it. "
My lube-soaked fingers find their way to the edge of his ass, teasing it a bit before I slowly slide one of my digits inside. He groans with every centimeter but willingly accepts everything I offer, his mouth popping open in the process.
"Is my slutty boy ready for more?" I ask, while pumping one finger in and out of him.
"Always." His raspy voice cries out, just before I add a second finger.
"You like that, don't you?" I smirk, loving how well he falls apart from my touch. He reaches out to grab himself, but I swat his hand away. "No touching. This cock belongs to me when I'm inside you."
"Please, touch me then."
"Not yet. You can take more. My dirty guy can take so much more than just two fingers."
I grab my cock with my free hand, stroking myself while watching my fingers move in and out of his tight hole. I work him up enough to fit a third finger before my own body begs to be inside him.
"Lane, more,” he whimpers. “Please, give me more."
"Are my fingers not enough for this greedy hole?"
A deep blush spreads across his face. "It's not enough. I want more."
I withdraw my fingers, pushing his legs further apart before lining my cock up to take their place. I slide into his tight little ass, my piercings disappearing one at a time until I’m fully seated .
A sound from the other side of the room grabs my attention just as I begin rocking in and out of him. As my head turns toward the noise, the last person I expected to see stands there, frozen in her tracks with those big brown eyes staring right at my guy and me.
She doesn't try to leave, and my heart races in anticipation. Maybe if we're lucky, she will even ask to join in.
"Someone's watching, Riv. Put on a good show for her, baby." He blinks with confusion before turning his head to see her standing there.
He glances back at me, unsure of where his eyes should focus because he’s a good boy like that.
I grin, thrusting harder into him. "Go ahead, you can look at her while I fuck you."
She takes a step back, and I shake my head slightly, silently telling her to stay put. To my surprise, she listens. Her eyes bounce from River’s body to mine, before settling at the place where the two of us are joined.
"Should he touch himself?" I ask her, unsure of whether or not she will respond.
"What?" Alara's soft voice rings out.
"Should I let him stroke his cock?" I grin at her.
Her mouth opens, but she snaps it shut, brows furrowing. She's not sure how to answer.
My pace quickens, and a tight sensation begins to form at the base of my balls. Not yet. I can’t come yet .
"You can touch him, if you prefer," I toss out as a second option, still waiting for her reply.
This time when I thrust, I hit that sweet spot I know he loves.
"Please," he moans, but still I wait for her response.
"He's begging, Alara. Should I let him touch himself now?" I raise a brow, demanding an answer.
This time she answers, her tone breathy. "Yes."
He grabs the throbbing member between his legs as soon as the words leave her mouth, and I take this opportunity to give her the grand finale of this show.
My pace quickens again as I slam into him over and over. His hand matches my pace, bouncing up and down as his pleasure continues to build. I'm close. He has to be right there on the edge with me.
"Come here." I nudge my head at Alara, still holding onto hope that she might join us.
She doesn't move, so I shift my attention back to Riv.
"Do you want me to fill you up like the desperate cum slut I know you are?"
River nods, and I see Alara bring her hand up to her mouth from my peripheral vision.
His body begins to shake, and he groans one last time before white liquid spurts out of him.
He catches most of it with his hand, only letting a little hit my chest while I take the opportunity to find my own crescendo.
My eyes roll back, and my body spasms as the intense pressure releases from me and I spill inside his ass .
I try to catch my breath, sliding each of my piercings out of him in the same way they went in, one at a time. Her eyes flicker down to my jewelry, and they widen briefly.
"I should go." She points her thumb over her shoulder.
"He's good at cleaning up his mess if you want to stay and watch that too."
River huffs as conflicted emotions flood her. She looks like she's struggling to accept the fact that she was impressed by what she witnessed. Instead, she lets the embarrassment of watching overtake her.
"Um… I just wanted to say thank you for letting me use your old room." With that, she turns on her heels, and she scoots right out of our room.
I peer back at River to see him shaking his head, disapprovingly.
"What?" I shrug.
"You didn't have to put her on the spot." He props himself up, getting ready to head to the bathroom to clean up.
"She could have left at any time," I protest before standing and waiting for him to follow. "She didn’t want to. Now, come on, let's go shower."
It's true. She could have left, but she didn't because she's intrigued. She wants us as much as we want her. At some point, she’s going to have to admit that.