32. Vale
Vale
By the time we make it to the bed, none of us is pretending this is about getting dry.
We lay Lena down in the middle of the mattress and just look at her for a second.
Hair damp. Skin still shining from the shower. Mouth swollen from all the kissing. Breasts flushed from our hands and mouths. Legs parting a little on instinct, like her body already knows what’s coming even if no one has said it yet.
Havoc is the first to touch her. He kneels over her and kisses her hard, one hand sliding into her wet hair, the other dragging down over her throat, her collarbone, the slope of one breast. Knox moves in beside him, slower, quieter, pressing kisses along her shoulder and down her arm while I take my place lower on the bed and put my hands on her thighs.
Lena looks from one of us to the other and then down at me, and the expression on her face is so open, so hot and ruined and wanting, that my cock jerks painfully.
“Still good?” Knox asks.
She nods.
“Use words,” Havoc murmurs against her mouth.
“Yes,” she says, breathless already. “Still good.”
That’s all any of us needs.
I push her knees farther apart and kiss the inside of one thigh.
Slow at first. Then the other. Just enough to feel her twitch, to watch the gooseflesh rise over her wet skin.
Knox’s mouth moves down to one breast, closing over her nipple while Havoc kisses her throat and jaw, and I’m down between her legs before she has time to get used to any one sensation.
The first lick gets a full-body shudder out of her, and I smile against her.
I eat her out slowly, not because I’m trying to be gentle, but because I want to hear every stage of her losing it.
Her breathing changing first. Then the small sounds.
Then the way her thighs start to tighten near my ears.
Knox sucks one nipple while rolling the other between his fingers.
Havoc’s hand slides down over her stomach and rests there, like he’s enjoying the way she shakes under all of us.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
Havoc laughs softly. “That’s a good start.”
I lick her deeper and she arches, one hand dropping to the back of my head. Not pushing. Just holding on. Her fingers twist in my wet hair when I get my tongue exactly where she wants it, and Knox groans around her nipple at the same time she moans.
That sound, all mixed together, nearly makes me come untouched.
Havoc slides lower then, taking Knox’s place at her breasts, mouthing one nipple, then the other, rougher than I was. He likes the marks he leaves. Likes the way she gasps when his teeth just barely scrape before his tongue soothes it.
Knox comes down beside me, catches my jaw with two fingers, and tilts my mouth away from her just long enough to kiss me.
Lena makes a broken sound at the loss.
“Greedy,” he says to her, and kisses me again, tasting her on my mouth before shifting lower himself.
I move aside enough for him to take my place between her thighs.
He doesn’t eat her out like I do, slow and sinking.
He does it like everything else he does, exact and focused, tongue circling and pressing in a rhythm that has her writhing almost immediately.
He already knows where she breaks, and he goes there without hesitation.
I move up the bed and take one of her nipples into my mouth while Havoc kisses her open mouth, swallowing every little desperate sound.
She’s pinned in the middle of us and she loves it. I can feel it. She keeps trying to move in too many directions at once, back arching into my mouth, hips lifting into Knox’s, hands catching at Havoc’s shoulders like she can’t decide who she wants more.
Good. She shouldn’t have to.
Havoc is the one who flips her. One hand at her hip, the other at her shoulder, turning her onto her stomach with a low, approving sound when she obeys without a fight. He spreads her thighs and looks at her over the curve of her back. “Pretty like this.”
I drag my mouth down her spine while Knox kneels behind her and kisses the backs of her thighs. Havoc takes her mouth again when she twists enough to reach him, keeping her turned half-sideways just long enough to make it messy and awkward and filthy.
Then Knox puts his mouth on her from behind.
She cries out into Havoc’s kiss.
I bite lightly at her shoulder while Knox licks through her slick, broad and slow, then faster when she shoves her hips back for more. Havoc watches her face with that grin of his, one hand under her jaw, the other rubbing over the curve of her ass like he’s deciding where he wants her first.
I know before he says it.
He wants to watch. He wants her opened up in front of him.
So I give it to him.
I slide under her again when Knox lifts his mouth, settling onto my back and drawing her over me until she’s straddling my hips, facing Havoc.
My hands go to her waist. Knox stays behind her, kissing down her spine, then lower, both palms spreading over her ass while Havoc strokes himself in front of her.
Lena looks wrecked already.
And we’ve barely started.
“Take me,” Havoc says.
She does. She reaches for his cock, wet palm sliding over him with a little gasp when she feels how hard he is.
He grins at her, all teeth and heat, then leans forward and kisses her while she strokes him.
I hold her steady from beneath, mouth on her breast again, tongue circling her nipple while Knox’s hand slips between her thighs from behind and rubs her clit.
She almost collapses right there.
“Too much?” Havoc murmurs against her mouth.
“No,” she says instantly.
He smiles. “That’s what I thought.” Then he straightens and feeds her his hard cock, fucking her mouth, gently at first.
She sinks down onto me while I hold her hips and Havoc fucks her mouth and Knox keeps her open and shivering with his hand. Once I’m fully inside her, I look up at her stretched over me, holding on to the last bits of my control.
“Fuck,” I say quietly.
Lena rolls her hips once and I nearly lose the rest of that control.
I kiss up the center of her chest to her throat while she rides me, slow and wet and impossible to look away from.
Knox is behind her still, mouth at the back of her neck now, one hand on her waist, the other at her clit when she needs the extra push.
Every time she lets out a moan, Havoc groans at the vibrations of her mouth.
Every time he groans, she does it again.
I love seeing her like this.
Not passive. Not just taking. Learning exactly what she can do to us and enjoying it.
Havoc pulls out before either of them can go too far.
She makes a sound of protest that makes all three of us smile.
“Switch with me,” he tells Knox. He positions himself behind her while Knox moves in front of us, kneeling close enough that she can kiss him if she wants.
She does. She kisses him while Havoc pulls her up off of me and slides into her from behind. I give them a minute, and then I guide her down onto my cock at the same time.
The stretch of it makes her cry out into Knox’s mouth.
That, more than anything else tonight, makes my head go light.
She’s full. Split between us. Hot and shaking and trying to breathe through it while Knox kisses her and rubs her nipples with both thumbs, keeping her right there at the edge of what she can take.
“Look at you,” Havoc says from behind her, voice gone dark and rough. “Taking both of us.”
I hold her thighs and start moving first, small upward thrusts timed to Havoc’s slower, deeper ones from behind.
It turns into a rhythm fast enough that she can’t do anything but cling.
One hand on Knox’s shoulder. One grabbing my wrist. Head dropping back against Havoc’s chest while Knox kisses down her throat.
She feels unbelievable.
Every time Havoc pushes in, I feel the echo of it around me. Every time I thrust up, she clenches around both of us and goes tighter, wetter, more wrecked. Knox keeps her chest slick with his mouth and hands, sucking at her nipples until she can’t hold any sounds back.
No one is pretending to be quiet anymore.
Eventually Knox takes over. He pulls her off us and lays her flat on her back, then spreads her legs and drags her to the edge of the bed. “That’s it,” he tells her. “Stay open.”
She does.
Because she wants to. Because the command turns her on. Because every time he sounds like that, something in her body answers before her mouth does.
I know. I’ve seen it all night.
He pushes into her in one hard, smooth thrust and Lena’s hands fly to his arms immediately.
He fucks her with deep thrusts. No mercy in them.
Lena is wet enough that every movement sounds obscene.
She takes it with her mouth open, chest heaving, one hand between her own thighs when he doesn’t reach there fast enough for her liking.
“Touch yourself,” Havoc says when he sees it.
She already is.
Knox grins at that and thrusts harder.
She whispers filthy things when she forgets herself.
Please. There. Don’t stop. Harder.
We switch positions again. I end up on the edge of the bed with Lena straddling me, my hands under her ass, Havoc reaching between us to rub her clit while Knox kneels next to us on the bed and she kisses him.
It’s slower like that, hotter, more deliberate.
Less about force. More about keeping her right at the point where she can’t tell whether she wants to come or be held there forever.
By the time Knox finally moves her off me and lays her on her side, one leg hooked high over his hip while he pushes in and Havoc kisses the inside of her thigh and I kiss her mouth, all four of us are slick with sweat again, the shower a memory, the bed a wreck, the air too hot to breathe properly.
She looks drunk on attention.
And that’s exactly what we wanted.