Chapter 41
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D riving across the estate to get back to the house is a blur.
The four of us lost track of time within Noire House. It’s hard to know how long we were on that platform, but certainly, Poe did everything asked of her, and felt like a fucking dream the entire time.
How things unfolded was certainly every inch Hawke’s plan, and for all his faults, the man knew exactly how to control the proceedings without risking Grey descending into a bleak place and preventing me from losing my mind that a room filled with people who don’t deserve to witness any part of our girl would be watching on.
He also knew how to play into her exhibitionist side perfectly. Something I don’t think I’d be able to give to Poe without having his influence there. That man knew precisely how to guide us all, directing events in such a way that ensured it was enjoyable for her.
Right now, Hawke has her in his lap in the backseat, and she’s grinding down on his cock, taking him and no doubt wrapping his length, squeezing him half to death like she did for me while sucking them perfectly.
Fuck. I’m fairly certain that sight is going to be imprinted on my brain forever.
“You did so well, princess.” He keeps telling her how perfect and incredible she is, and I’ve never been more thankful for someone else’s voice than in a time like this. Because, as much as I wanted to share those words with her, between the darkness and the masks, nothing was going to be communicated in the heat of the moment.
“That’s it. Grind on me like that. I think you liked having to clean us up, didn’t you? I think you were feeling very pleased with yourself for making Grey blow all over my hand and cock with that clever tongue.”
The temperature inside this vehicle keeps climbing higher and higher, with Grey squirming in the seat next to me, damn near feral to get inside her. Although, he’s happily allowing her to have a moment with Hawke like this. I’d say he’s still recovering after having her soft little mouth suck the two of them at the same time like that.
“What should your reward be?” Hawke croons.
Poe whines in response. Her pleasure is muffled against his neck as she gets lost in how good it feels riding him.
As we pull into the parking garage, fucking finally getting back to the house, he spanks her ass. In the rearview, I see how her body jerks. Even though my first instinct is to hate the fact he’s rough, I also can appreciate that it’s their thing.
Fuck, I know it’s something Poe enjoys, but I don’t know if I can bring myself to be that way with her. So, at least, that’s something else Hawke can give this girl and allow her that side of her pleasure.
“Don’t make me ask again. Use your words.” He scolds her and soothes a palm over the site of the sting against her flesh.
“I want to watch.” She breathes, a little shakily .
“Who do you want to watch together, hmm?” Hawke is in complete control of all of this, and it’s a fucking turn-on. “Our boys? Is that who you want to watch?”
I have to swallow thickly at the idea that he thinks of us as belonging to them, also. While we’ve been friends for a long fucking time, I’ve never really heard Hawke speak like this, and it says everything about how much Poe has given all of us in such a ridiculously short space of time.
There’s no question that Hawke isn’t sure of his sexuality. He doesn’t consider himself bisexual like Grey, and I do, but he’s a man who’s survived trauma that fundamentally shifts how you view sex and pleasure. Add to that, the fact he’s also spent decades now surrounded by the world of Noire House. The guy is certain about who he is, but it doesn’t stop him from being open to the fluidity that comes with being in a group dynamic such as this. It doesn’t prevent him from doing what he did with Grey back at the mansion and seeing how Poe took her pleasure from them both being in her mouth at the same time.
“It’s not enough to have Angel filling you up, is it? You want to see how he sinks all those piercings into Grey and drives him out of his head?” His blue eyes pierce mine in the mirror as I cut the engine, and I know those words are just as much for me as they are for her.
“Yes. Please, Sir.” Our girl whimpers quietly, and holy shit, my blood quickens, knowing that I can enjoy being with Grey and that she wants to experience that, too.
“Good girl. Since you enjoyed my hand back here so much…” He teases her ass beneath the bunched fabric. “Are you going to let me fill you with my cock here, too?” Hawke’s voice is raspy with his own desire breaking through the normally placid surface he portrays. And that’s our cue to fucking move because Poe makes an urgent noise of agreement.
We don’t need to talk it out. The mutual understanding between all three of us has us on the move, with Hawke carrying our girl wrapped around his waist, murmuring those words that she wants to hear from him. Equally filthy and sweet, as he keeps her dangling right in that place where she needs to be for what comes next.
“My room.” Hawke hasn’t slept here for a while, and it doesn’t surprise me in the slightest he’s going to want to be in his own space after so long. This feels like his shield has fallen, that impenetrable guard finally crumbled to dust by inviting all of us into this moment. I suppose it says everything about him, that he can be utterly captivated by Poe and also be willing to enjoy sharing her with the two of us.
There’s heat pooling and winding low in my stomach at the thought of being with Grey like this, in this situation, and with Poe’s blessing. I can’t deny wondering how it’ll feel, to have that kind of intimate connection where I can enjoy Grey’s body while watching him pleasure her.
By the time we’ve made our way to Hawke’s inner sanctuary, I don’t know if Poe is fully capable of taking in where we are. She’s lost to the feeling of being dragged toward the ledge of another climax, with Hawke’s length still deep inside her, and he tumbles them both down onto the giant mattress.
“Grey.” He grunts the command, and of course, there’s no need to ask twice. The two of them make rapid work of ridding Poe of her lingerie and heels—we’ve all long since removed our masks—until she’s spread out looking the picture of bliss and arousal. A sight set to bring us all crashing to our knees.
“Look at you. Ready for three cocks to fill you and fuck you until you forget your own name.” Grey hovers over her nakedness and sucks down on one of her peaked nipples as Poe holds him against her breast and moans.
“Can I see you together?” Her hooded eyes find mine where I stand beside the bed, starting to get rid of my clothes, and I give a reassuring nod. Anything. Everything. Little does Poe know, she doesn’t even need to fucking ask.
“Little flower, if your sweet cunt gets wet watching us, then that’s a beautiful thing.” Grey’s mouth drags across the soft swell of her flesh before he starts shedding his own clothes.
Across the other side of the bed, Hawke watches on silently, his hands moving slowly. Each button on his shirt gets threaded through the eyelet with a steady, methodical movement. He’s entirely unhurried, and I know just how much this is going to be a moment when he lets Poe in on a side of him I don’t think many people have seen.
I know for a fact that Hawke doesn’t get naked during sex. His trauma is a deep-rooted thing, and it’s no fucking surprise he’s coped in whatever way he has needed to.
Grey catches my eye, then flicks his gaze to Hawke. The two of us have been together enough times, this is a comfortable kind of place for us to be intimate like this. But he studies those strong, steady hands carrying out each methodical action for a moment longer, then clears his throat.
“You know, Calliano… that fat cock of yours works just fine, whether you’re fully clothed or not.”
Poe braces herself on her elbows and lets that lust-soaked gaze drift toward Hawke. There’s the faintest pull between her eyebrows. A hint of a question.
“It’s fine.” He grits his teeth, and even though there’s a tic fluttering madly in the side of his jaw, he keeps going. The man who spends so much of his fucking life keeping himself cut off and guarded shrugs out of his shirt, and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him in such a state of undress.
His torso is just as muscled and toned as those forearms, and the expanse of deeply tanned skin reveals a thorned vine climbing up one side to curl around his pec. As he shucks his pants and briefs, the sight of him bending shows off an entire back piece that covers every inch of skin from the base of his spine to his shoulders. A ghostly skull, mostly inked in rich shades of dark smoke. It’s a skeletal figure looming out of the mist, and it’s a haunting insight into the demons lurking just below the surface of this man.
Just as my own do.
Just as Grey’s do.
We’re all fucked up in our own ways, and maybe that’s why we’ve spent so many years in each other’s company.
“You want to watch them? You want to take me in this perfect ass? Then you’re gonna do it while you ride Grey’s tongue, princess. I can see just how desperate he is for a taste of your cunt.” Hawke kneels over her naked form and lets his palm skate down between her breasts as I join them on the bed.
My eyes hit Grey, and he’s got a dirty look on his face. Of course, he’s delighted by the prospect of how tonight is unfolding.
“Fuck yes, little flower. Give me that sweet pussy to drown in.” He sprawls out on his back, lying sideways across the mattress, to give Hawke and myself access.
I have to scrub my hand over my mouth and beard for a moment because the two of them look so incredible together, both naked and panting, and Poe is every inch a mind-altering beauty when Hawke helps guide her to kneel over Grey’s face.
“Don’t even think about hovering.”
“Yes, Sir.” She exhales, with flush kissing her cheeks and puffy lips as her hands hit the sheets and she sinks onto his mouth.
There's unbridled need in her eyes when we lock sights on each other. I’ve got so many things I wish I could say to her, to explain all the ways her soft body and perfect breasts and bronzed skin look like heaven on earth from this position. All I can do is let my gaze skate across her skin and enjoy the tiny ways her body responds to me watching her. The tight furl and pebbling of her nipples and the way her small whines of pleasure are the sounds I want to hear all night long, if possible.
She’s facing me as Grey starts to worship her pussy from beneath. As he sets to work, I push his knees back so that I can settle between his legs.
Hawke tosses me a bottle of lube and positions himself behind our girl. He’s hardly watching anything we’re doing across this side of the bed, instead remaining intently focused on the filthy sight of Grey feasting on her pussy. As he watches on, his hands move, the moment he begins to play with her ass, evident in Poe’s trembling gasp.
“Exactly like that. Make her legs shake for us, butcher.” Hawke commands. “Do you think he wants more of your mouth, princess? Do you think his dick is aching to be sucked down while Angel fills his tight ass?”
Between us, we see the way Grey’s thick length kicks in response, bobbing against his abs, where he’s fully hard again.
I raise an eyebrow at our girl, and hold out the flat of my palm in front of her face because even though all that sounds fucking fantastic, I know she wants to watch.
She bites her bottom lip briefly before spitting in my hand, which I wrap around Grey’s dick and tug him hard, twisting a little. Just how I know he likes it.
The noise that comes out from beneath her pussy is feral, and Poe bucks her hips against his face, riding him harder. I let her enjoy every second of watching me slick his cock with her saliva, then bring my palm to cup his balls, playing with them as his dick leaks all over his abs.
He’s making desperate, muffled noises into her pussy, matched only by the sounds Poe continues to make the more Hawke plays with her ass.
“Oh god,” she whimpers. “It’s—It’s so good. You feel so good.”
“Hear that, Grey? Our girl likes having your tongue shoved deep inside her pussy while her tight little hole grips my fingers.”
Fucking hell. Nearly all the blood in my body has flowed to my cock, listening to the choked sounds coming from the two of them. I drizzle lube all over my length and Grey’s seam, letting my fist shuttle up and down to coat myself before beginning to prep him to take me.
All the while, Poe is being edged out of her mind as her hooded stare remains glued to the sight of my dick and hands at the place where I’m working Grey, getting him ready for what comes next.
“Stay nice and relaxed for me,” Hawke murmurs to our girl. “Grey, I need you to stop fucking taunting her and make her shatter.”
His dick jerks against his stomach in response, abs bunching and flexing, and he holds her tight to his mouth. I get the best seat in the house to watch as Poe’s orgasm reaches up to take hold, and it’s a magical thing. She whimpers and convulses as Hawke starts to intently work himself into her ass, and she’s floating on the high of her climax.
“Just like that. Fuck, you’re the hottest little thing, taking me so well.” He keeps talking her through it. And it reminds me of all the ways I can’t tell Grey, or her, those same sentiments. I can’t tell them how good it feels. I can’t say out loud how much I enjoy the way they feel, but even more so than that, the urgency seizes me of how I want to be able to let these two people know just how deeply I’ve sunk into this with them. How much closer I feel to Grey because of all this, even through the strangeness of our circumstances, and how I don’t know what to do with the bubbling, churning ocean of emotions that come along with sex and pleasure.
Poe whimpers and says my name in a voice that drags me back into simply letting go and experiencing this moment for what it is .
Once I feel that Grey is ready, I start to press forward, and Christ.
I don’t know whether it’s because Poe’s eyes are on the sight of my crown slipping inside his hole, or if it’s due to the fact I know Hawke is experiencing exactly what I’m feeling right now, but either way, it feels unreal, heightened beyond belief. This is different from any other time we’ve been together.
Pressing forward, the hottest, slickest channel wraps me tight. It’s always good with Grey, but this feels somehow so much more. I’m sucking in deep lungfuls as I keep working deeper and deeper with steady, slow movements.
“You’re doing so good for me. You look so fucking incredible wrapped around my dick, princess.” Hawke sounds like he’s nearly damn well dying with the need to take it slow, and Poe’s been reduced to hardly more than a series of gasping noises.
Beneath her, Grey roams his tongue, and each time her pussy rocks over his mouth, his dick throbs and leaks a little more. He takes me so fucking well, letting me keep slipping forward in a way that drives me just as out of my mind as the others are experiencing right now.
We’re all barely hanging on, and it’s only once Hawke seats himself fully inside, that Poe drops forward even further so that they’re sixty-nineing, and her tongue runs over Grey’s swollen tip. She laps at him hungrily, the way he’s doing for her, and Jesus, this girl wanted to watch us together, but now she’s putting on a show for us all.
I drag my gaze from her hot mouth wrapping around Grey’s dick and check in with Hawke, who looks every inch like a man whose cock is being squeezed like he’s never experienced before.
He pumps slowly, gently against her ass, a pained expression of pleasure, enjoying every measured thrust. I sink the final distance forward as Grey takes all of me, and I’m sure my face is a mirror of Hawke’s with how goddamn incredible this feels.
Poe’s sloppy whines fill the air, merging with the slick sounds of skin against skin as we all move in a rhythm that feels so damn right, so natural, and doesn’t need words. It’s all touches and fingertips, digging, bruising holds as we chase our joint pleasure. My rhythm slips into timing with Hawke as we match stroke for stroke, and the two joined between us begin to make whimpering noises while having their mouths on each other.
“ Mmmfuck , princess. Beg just like that. Let us hear how desperate you are.” He knows she’s right on edge, like the rest of us.
Grey lets out a ragged noise as my cock hits that spot that I know is going to undo him completely.
“You wanted to watch them, then you’d better watch. See your boy Angel fuck Grey until he makes a mess of himself. See that big dick pump him full until he’s dripping everywhere.”
Our girl slips off his cock and does exactly as Hawke tells her because it’s impossible not to listen when he’s got that tone to his voice and expertly commands this entire show. He’s effortlessly running all our shit, and it’s perfect.
I’m so damn close. Grey keeps gripping me tighter and tighter until that pressure building in my spine is damn near locked in, ready to unload. I reach down and wrap my hand around Poe’s where she’s still got one fist on Grey’s length and hold her tight. I need her eyes on me as I come, and her damp lashes flutter my way. Her mouth looks so goddamn tempting, calling to me for the thousandth time, and it’s the thought of those lips, of diving into both of them, that has my balls drawing up.
“Christ. Fuck. Come on my cock right now while I fill this sweet little ass.” Hawke groans and pushes deep.
We all lose it in a tumble of moans and grunts and shuddering pleasure. Poe keeps her hooded gaze on me until I flick my eyes down, telling her exactly where to look, while she sobs out cries of pleasure and Grey unloads all over our joined fists. His dick pulses ropes of cum over and over as my dick grazes the spot he goes insane for.
The way his ass grips me and the sight of the others all falling apart unravels the final thread. I sink deep inside, and my climax roars through in time with the thundering heartbeat filling my chest. It’s a furnace in this cocoon of pleasure and tangled limbs, with all of us needing a long moment to come back down.
As much as we can, where our circumstances are considered. Because even though we might eventually find a way to untangle and discover ourselves piled together—Grey and Poe in the middle, Hawke and myself surrounding them from the outside—with thudding pulses and soft panting breaths, those small touches that extend between all of us feel like we’re clinging to more than just this moment.
It feels like we’re reaching out to try and grasp something much more.