TWENTY Shhh, Sweet Thing
J ACKSON
It’s been a topsy turvy night. A joyous evening obliterated by the act of some unknown assailant I’d love to strangle the life out of but can’t. I’m so pissed off that I can barely resist pummeling a brick wall, and my only method of coping has been to focus so ruthlessly on Elle that everything in my periphery vanishes. I can be good at applying such concentration.
I’ve had to be.
And now I’m gonna narrow my world down to this magnificent woman beneath me and offer her the brain-numbing ecstasy she deserves.
Elliana is like me. She both glories in and takes out her distress and anguish through a bit of orgasm therapy. The good news is with a capable lover, it works every damn time. And it just so happens that I am such a capable lover.
I’ve grown used to my two compatriots, as well. Even if they wake all the way up, I don’t mind if they watch. Hell, I wouldn’t mind if they full-on participated. Our duties revolve around Elle and her pleasure, so whatever the lady wants is what she gets.
Especially after the sinister events of earlier.
Shoving all that shit out of my thoughts, I gaze at her. A full moon is shining in through her window, lighting much of her room in this gauze-like haze, and despite it being the middle of the night, I can make out the basics of pretty much everything.
I sink onto her mattress and shimmy like an eel back to where I was. There’s not quite enough room for this, so she raises one of those shapely legs in the air. For a few heartbeats, I drag my nose along the curve of her ankle, getting kissing close to the bracelet stationed there.
It’s a shiny sterling silver with sparkling butterflies that dangle free, and when I blow on them they swirl around. She shivers at this as my breath also feathers up her shin and knee, so I do it again.
And again.
I reposition her, gingerly crooking that leg and setting her foot between the kid’s knees. He’s snoozing, but part of him is either aware of what’s about to go on or he’s having one hell of an X-rated dream because he’s sporting enough of a tent to make any outdoorsy type proud.
I do the same with her other leg, this time bending her knee so that it drapes over Tristan’s torso. He harumphs in his sleep like only Tristan can, but he doesn’t break all the way into consciousness.
Goal unlocked. Now, it’s time to score.
Settling myself into the V of her thighs, I breathe in her essence and smell the tantalizing scent of her arousal. I love how Elle is such a sexual woman. Even after deciding not to partake a few hours ago, she’s not too rigid to change her mind. Her body knows what she truly needs.
And I’m gonna give it to her.
Dropping my head I lave my tongue along the outer petals of her core, teasing her and watching as those already wet folds become so drenched that they’re visibly glistening. I feel a few droplets of my own precum erupt from my tip in response, oozing out onto her satin sheets, but that’s nothing.
By the time I make her come enough to satisfy her, these sheets will need to be stripped and thoroughly laundered.
I’ll take care of it.
She’s breathing fast but quietly, and taking pity on her, I concentrate my efforts on that pearl inside her pearl. I regularly have dreams about this fucking white gem. On my off nights, I’ll whack off in the shower thinking about it. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen on any woman, and Elle’s reaction when I pinch and play with it guns my engine like nothing else ever has.
Covering my teeth with my lips, I clamp onto her pierced clit, actively tugging it until she can’t help but moan. I want to congratulate myself by doing a fist pump, but instead, I lift my head up and mouth to Elle.
“Shhh, sweet thing. Thought you wanted to keep this silent.”
She’s panting as she playfully flips me off, and I chuckle despite myself.
“Are you leaking for me?” she asks in a whisper, and I nod. “I wanna see.”
I prop myself up on my knees and lean forward, bringing my cock above her tits as she wishes. I’ll do anything she wishes. I would even if she weren’t paying me for the privilege.
Because of the two men laying like logs beside her, she’s limited in what she can do, but when she sticks out her tongue for a taste, I oblige, gradually lowering myself until my bulbous head skims her lips. She licks, then sucks, and I’m in fucking heaven. Few things are better than this.
I dip my finger into her lush pussy, then mix the moisture with my precum. Latching my gaze to hers, I next taste the combined flavors and watch her pant even harder.
“I want some,” she mouths inaudibly, but I understand. I bring my finger to her mouth and have to swallow to keep from climaxing all over her, the visual is just too irresistible. Too unforgettably good. That’s when she mutters the words I’ve been dying to hear. “Fuck me.”
Taking myself in hand, I rub my crown along her folds and clit, taking advantage of all this natural lube. Only after that do I notch myself to her entrance and push ever-so-slowly inside. Her full lips fall open and go round with an unspoken, “Oh,” and I revel in the knowledge that she’s gonna get louder than she intended.
I love making her lose all that boss lady control.
Still, I kiss her to cloak her decidedly noisy, “Sweet baby Jesus,” thrusting into her as her first orgasm milks me so vehemently that I barely hold off. She’s making all these sounds that are part mewl, part guttural groan, and I keep going, only then noticing that we’ve jostled the men on either side of us.
Tristan’s hand has been cupping her breast beneath her nightshirt this entire time, and when he catches on to what she and I are up to, I expect him to cuss me or barrel off the bed. Yet, he doesn’t. He clings almost possessively to that same breast of hers, and as I detect the flexing of his arm that tells me he’s pinching her nipple, I catch it. That scowl he perpetually wears.
But whatever.
I’m buried up to the balls in Elle, and I even if I did find this to be less than kosher—which I don’t—I can’t bring things to a screeching halt now. I’m too fucking invested.
I catch the kid’s blue saucer-wide gaze, and I don’t know what comes over me. If it’s the perverseness of knowing I can push past Noah’s boundaries or if it’s just something I’ve been dying to try with a lover as adventurous as Elliana, but I flip us.
I manage to reverse our positions so that I’m on bottom and she’s on top without disengaging us. Gathering some of her slickness on the pad of my pinky finger, I stroke tiny ovals around the pucker of her ass.
Then, I glide inside her up to my first knuckle.
I’ve never done this with Elle, and I didn’t ask permission, which considering our arrangement, I definitely should have. Yet rather than slapping me bald-headed or wrenching us apart, so much of her arousal floods over me that rivulets of it flow onto my lower abdomen. She makes this sound like a feral animal, and it hits me all at once.
Elle likes this. No, she fucking lives for it.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck ...” she hollers as her second orgasm overtakes her, apparently understanding that we’ve failed at keeping this lowkey.
Noah has backed as far away as he can without abandoning the mattress, and Elle notices, reaching out toward him.
“No,” she says, her tone an entreaty. “Don’t go. I want you all close, all of you touching me.”
I’m still on my back, my cock impaling her from below with my pinky submerged into her backside. Tristan is almost defiantly still pinching and teasing her nipple under her nightie, when Noah swallows so loudly I hear it as he resituates himself against Elle. Considering how she and I are connected, that means he’s also making contact with my side.
Elle seems content with this. Well, more than content. She’s on gratification overload, while I’m about to burst at the seams. Lazily, she sits up and offers me two magic words.
“Go deeper.”
Grasping her meaning isn’t difficult, so I burrow my pinky in further until I’m up to the second knuckle, then all the way in.
“Fuck, yes ,” she hisses, but its ecstasy wreathing her features, not discomfort.
“Am I stretching you too much?”
“Just the right amount.”
So, inclining myself into more of a seated position, I pull both dick and finger out, and simultaneously jut each right back in.
“ Yes , I’m so full of you,” she calls out. “Do it again.”
I do. In fact, I keep going and don’t stop.
She’s riding me like the bucking bronco I’ve become, tearing her nightshirt over her head and making her long hair cascade around her. I suckle and nibble along the column of her throat, enjoying the ever-living hell out of this.
It’s different being the one buried within her while Noah and Tristan are here. Better. Almost as if she’s placing her seal of approval on me while the others bear witness.
But it’s more than that, too.
As she ascends toward her third orgasm, I watch as she grips onto Noah’s palm and places it on the breast Tristan isn’t occupying. Squeezing her hands over theirs, I continue to rock up into her, and everything evolves into this shared experience among the four of us.
The kid doesn’t even look particularly grossed out by this scenario, instead, with his free hand, he tucks some long wayward tresses of hers behind her ear. Tristan massages her other shoulder.
Other than Elle’s wild keening, no one speaks.
I keep pounding into her, curling the finger inside her ass to make her come again. We’re both sweating now with the exertion, and when she cinches down on me this time, I pour myself into her with a long and labored grunt.
My climax lengthens and lasts as her body captures every drop of mine, and I wind up quivery by the time we flutter down from our extreme level of elation.
When she disconnects us and slides onto her side, Tristan catches her all too willingly.
Shoving his boxer briefs down in a rush, he growls out, “I’m coming on you now .”
Tristan strokes himself just once and sprays all over her hip, thigh, and stomach. She sighs, leans into him, and plants a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on his lips. Noah, hand over his pajama-clad erection, jumps up without warning and flees the room.
“Noah?” she cries out to him, sounding concerned, but he doesn’t come back.