Chapter Fourteen #3
I pressed my hand against the front of his jeans, mapping the size and thickness of his cock with my palm. “The kiss was hot.”
Cruz unsnapped his jeans. His cock stretched the front of his boxers. I slid my hand inside and curled my fingers around the steely length.
He rolled to his back and pushed his jeans onto his hips until his dick slapped against his groin. “Fuck, Micki, suck my dick.”
“We’re supposed to wait for Ryatt.”
“I know. Just put me in your mouth.” He gripped my braid and pushed my head toward his dick.
I bent over his lap but stared at him for a moment. “Tonight is for Ryatt. He might not understand how we are. You know how to touch me, just like I know what you like.”
“I like your mouth on my dick.”
I squeezed him harder. “Listen to me.”
He rose up on one elbow. “I always listen to you.”
“I can’t talk with your dick in my mouth.” I dragged my tongue across the head. The bitter fluids teased my tastebuds. I kissed the tip, wetting my lips with his fluids. “You take what you want, but he isn’t like you.” I lifted my gaze to his. “He needs to know he’s our boyfriend.”
“Our boyfriend is two minutes late.”
I sucked his cock into my mouth and dragged my tongue along the length. “That’s a good girl.” He pushed my head, forcing me to take more of him. “Your pussy’s going to soak my cock while you suck him off. Have you given him head yet? Does he know how good you suck dick?”
I moaned around his shaft. When he let me up for air, a string of spit connected me to his dick. “In the shower, after he was hurt.”
The door opened, and Ryatt stepped into the room. He fisted both ends of the towel draped around his neck. Water droplets dripped from his hair onto his torso, followed the cuts of his pectorals, and rolled over the grooves of his abdominals.
I swallowed the extra spit in my mouth. Gray sweats hung low on his hips, and the fabric clung to the outline of his erection.
“I thought you were going to wait for me,” he said.
“We were just pregaming.” Cruz lifted his hips and tugged his boxers over his erection, but the head still peeked out from the waistband, and his jeans were undone.
Ryatt pulled his phone from his pocket. His gaze narrowed on me. “My results from the clinic were in my email.” That wasn’t the only thing in his phone. “All clear.”
“We got ours back a couple of weeks ago, too,” Cruz said. “But we waited for you.”
He tilted his head. “You haven’t fucked since I’ve been locked up?”
Cruz snorted. “I’m not that altruistic. I haven’t fucked her without wearing a rubber.”
Ryatt hung the towel on the hook and set his phone on the dresser. “I also missed a few text messages.” His brow lifted, and a blush crawled up my neck. “More than a few.”
I scooted to the edge of the bed. “It was my way of showing you that I missed you.”
Cruz shifted his gaze from me to Ryatt. “Why would you text him when his phone was here?”
“Because of the way he’s looking at me right now.” My breasts were warm and heavy, my nipples tightened, and my pussy pulsed with my heartbeat. “You weren’t here, but I thought about you every minute of the day. At night, I’d think about you and touch myself.”
Ryatt crossed to the bed, lifted my hand, and sucked two of my fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirled around one, tickled the sensitive skin between, then sucked them deep into his mouth again.
After they popped free, he tugged me to my feet.
“I’m going to kiss every inch of you.” As he slid his lips along my jaw, he unsnapped my jeans.
“I dreamed about you, about us, every fucking night. Even through the stench of jail, I remembered the way you smelled. Your perfume, your shampoo. But baby, my memory didn’t come close.
” He breathed me in, running his nose along my flesh. “Nothing smells as good as you do.”
Cruz moved in behind me, lifted the edge of my shirt, and pulled it over my head. With the flip of his wrist, he had my bra undone. I dropped my arms, letting the thin straps fall. The silk fabric fluttered to Ryatt’s bare feet.
Ryatt grazed my pebbled nipples with his knuckles, almost reverently, like he couldn’t believe we were all here together. I understood because I couldn’t breathe, afraid I’d break the spell weaving around us.
Ryatt lowered his head and sucked my breast into his mouth. I tunneled my fingers into his hair, holding him against me as my head tipped back against Cruz’s chest. I closed my eyes as heat streaked from my nipple to my clit.
Cruz gripped my jaw, angled my head, and licked the corner of my mouth. He thrust past my teeth, his tongue searching for mine, and I backed my ass against his erection.
Ryatt pillowed my nipple against his tongue and molded my breast with his palm. He laved one, then kissed and tasted his way to the other. A low moan slipped out of my mouth.
“Moan like a whore as he sucks on your tits.”
A dark and disturbing shadow crossed Ryatt’s eyes. He didn’t understand Cruz’s love language. He didn’t know how wet Cruz’s filthy words made me. “I am his whore.” I sipped Ryatt’s lips. I was beautiful and delicate with Ryatt. “Make me yours, too.”
His gaze softened, and his mouth claimed mine. But then Cruz was there, his tongue lashing with mine. Our faces were close, and our eyes were open. Cruz grasped a handful of Ryatt’s hair and crashed into his mouth. Tongues tangled, and a ferocious growl erupted from Cruz.
Then their mouths connected with mine. We were tongues, lips, and warm breath. The three-way kiss had heat unfurling in my belly and sinking lower. I slid my hand into Ryatt’s sweats and curved my fingers around his rigid shaft. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, baby. It’s been too long.” Ryatt continued to kiss me.
It had been too long for me, too. I stroked the length. “Are you ready to fuck me?”
Ryatt thrust into my fist. “I’m ready for everything. I want inside you, baby. But all I’ve thought about is having you on my mouth.”
Cruz kissed along my neck. “Paint your nipples with your juices. Give him a sample of how good your pussy tastes.”
I wedged a hand between us, slid my fingers into my panties, grazed my clit, and traced the seam of my slit. Before I could rub my juices on my nipple, Ryatt had my fingers in his mouth again.
This time, I slid them in deep, working his mouth like I wanted to take his cock. As Ryatt dropped to his knees, my fingers slipped from his mouth. He kissed my belly as he peeled my jeans over my hips, down my thighs, and tossed them aside.
A hungry growl rumbled from his throat. He gripped my ass and buried his nose against my panties. He wet the silken fabric with his tongue, until the material molded to my clit.
Cruz covered my breasts with his palms and backed me toward the bed. “I want to see you,” I said to Ryatt. There was a heaviness between the three of us. We’d kissed and fondled, but I was the only one getting undressed. In just my panties, I scooted back on the bed.
Cruz stood in front of me and shoved his jeans and underwear off. Cruz watched me, and I watched Ryatt. His gaze traveled down Cruz’s body. Muscles, ink, and mayhem.
A tribal tattoo colored his shaved, lower groin and curved around to his back. His huge cock thrust forward, stretching toward his navel against ripped abdominals, and his thighs were cut with muscles.
Ryatt swallowed hard, and Cruz’s cock jumped in response. He curled his fist around his shaft and stroked it several times.
I shifted onto my hands and knees and moved toward the edge of the bed. Cruz wound my braid around his fist and tapped my lips with his dick. I opened and he slid the head along my tongue.
“Get greedy, Micki. Take my dick like a good girl.”
I opened wider, and he filled my mouth with his cock.
Ryatt pushed his sweats to the floor.
“Fuck,” Cruz said on a gasp. Ryatt’s cock was long, thick, and beautiful with a blunt dome and deep slit.
Veins roped the length, stretching from a thatch of dark, neatly groomed hair.
His body was lean with smooth muscle. Small, flat nipples centered on defined pectorals.
A thin strip of hair bisected his abdominals.
Cruz’s cock pulsed in my mouth. I moaned and swallowed.
Spit leaked from the corners as my lips stretched around him.
When Ryatt stepped closer, Cruz jerked his cock from between my lips.
I lifted my gaze to Ryatt. He fisted his cock and eased it into my mouth.
I traced the swollen veins then curled my tongue around the head, relishing the smooth, heated flesh.
I was a needy whore, teetering between agony and ecstasy.
Ryatt and Cruz took turns sliding their cocks into my mouth.
I slurped, savored, and sucked. Cruz’s hold on my braid made my scalp tingle, and Ryatt’s gentle touch to my cheek, as he slid his fingertips along my neck sent shivers over my flesh.
I arched my back as my pussy contracted, desperate and aching for more.
A whimper escaped my throat as I tried to reach between my legs, but I needed my arms to brace my upper body.
“Our baby needs more,” Cruz said. He let go of my hair but kept one hand wrapped around his dick. Clear fluids leaked from the slit. I bent forward, wanting one more taste.
“I’m hungry, too,” Ryatt said. “I’ve been dreaming about eating your pussy for months.” Ryatt climbed onto the bed with me and tugged my panties down my thighs. Then he stretched out horizontally on the bed. “Ride my face like you ride your bike.”
I smiled and straddled his head. The first hot swipe of his tongue had fire slipping through my veins. I burned as he teased my folds and melted as he painted my clit with his tongue.
Ryatt groaned long and low as he gripped my thighs and anchored me to his mouth. He licked me, eating my pussy like he’d never tasted anything better.