5. Steamy Resolution Before The Storm
5
STEAMY RESOLUTION BEFORE THE STORM
~REN~
S team curls around us, thick and cloying, the heat licking along my skin as the water rains down from above. The moment we step into the shower, we are already on her.
Our Ruthless Queen.
My Moonflower.
She doesn’t hesitate — neither do we.
Eva’s lips are occupied by mine, her breathless little moans swallowed by my tongue as I take her deeper, harder, tasting the need that simmers between us. My hand grips the back of her head, keeping her locked to me while Zander trails slow, open-mouthed kisses down the length of her throat, across the slope of her shoulder, and lower still.
His hands are greedy, splayed over her ribs before they cup her breasts, kneading as he murmurs against her skin.
“Told you we wouldn’t leave her out.”
She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, but she’s already pliant, already surrendering herself to us.
And fuck, if that isn’t the most addictive thing I’ve ever known.
I break the kiss just enough to take in the way she’s trembling between us, eyes half-lidded and hungry. Her lips are parted, her breath coming in soft little pants, and I know without even touching her where she needs us most.
My fingers trail down her front, sliding between her thighs, and I groan when I feel just how slick she is for us.
“Fuck, baby. So wet already.”
Her hips jolt as I tease her, spreading that sweet arousal over her clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that make her body tense. Zander hums behind her, nipping at the soft skin just beneath her ear.
“Ren wants to taste you,” he tells her, his voice dark with promise. “Wants to get you dripping all over his tongue.”
“Fuck, yes,” she whimpers like a desperate plea
I meet his gaze over her shoulder, and he’s already smirking, already knowing what I’m about to do. I drop to my knees in front of her, hands gripping her thighs as I spread her open.
She gasps, the anticipation in her eyes making my cock throb with need, but I don’t rush.
No, I savor her.
My fingers slide through her folds, parting her just enough for me to see how swollen and needy she is. I press a soft kiss against her clit, my breath hot against her as she shudders.
“Fuck,” she moans, her hands flying to my hair, tugging me closer. “Ren?—”
I don’t make her wait any longer.
My tongue flicks over her clit, slow at first, just enough pressure to tease, to make her whimper and squirm. Zander’s hand is there, one palm splayed over her stomach to keep her steady while his other dips between her legs, fingers joining mine to play with her, to stretch her, to build her pleasure higher.
“She tastes so fucking sweet,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her soaked folds. “You should feel her, Z. So fucking wet.”
“Oh, I plan to. Can never have enough of my Sweet Dynamite,” he chuckles, pinching one of her nipples, rolling it between his fingers as he watches me devour her. “But I think you should show me just how much she likes it first.”
Challenge accepted.
I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right, feeling the way she clenches around me, already on edge. My mouth seals over her clit, sucking hard as I pump my fingers in and out of her, my pace relentless, my goal singular.
Eva sobs out a moan, her body shaking as Zander whispers praises in her ear, his hands everywhere — on her tits, her throat, her stomach, his touch a constant reassurance that she is ours.
She’s so close, I can feel it.
How her pussy quakes around my fingers with every deep thrust, building her pleasure until its reaching that wonderous peak of bliss.
Her thighs tremble, her breath comes in ragged, desperate little gasps.
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice breaking. “Ren?—”
But I pull my fingers out just before she can tip over the edge, replacing them with my tongue, enjoying the squirt of juices and licking up every drop of slick that spills from her.
Her hands fist in my hair, tugging so hard that it makes me groan, but I don’t stop.
I want to feel her come apart. I want to taste every single second of it.
Her body locks up, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she comes, her release flooding my mouth, spilling over my lips, down my chin. I lap it up, groaning against her as I fuck her with my tongue, prolonging every blissed-out tremor until she’s gasping, shaking, barely standing.
“Goddamn,” Zander murmurs, his fingers tightening on her hips. “We should make her do that again.”
Eva’s chest heaves as she tries to recover, her head falling back against Zander’s shoulder, her entire body pliant, spent.
But Zander isn’t done with her yet.
He smirks against her ear, his voice rough as he murmurs.
“Think you can take a little more, Dolcezza?”
She moans, but the sound is more eager than exhausted.
And that’s all the invitation I need.
I rise to my feet, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen, her skin flushed from pleasure.
I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue, groaning when she moans into my mouth.
Behind her, Zander hums, one hand sliding down her back, lower, until his fingers tease the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks.
“I’d love to test this pretty ass of yours,” he murmurs, pressing a single finger against her. “You’d let me, wouldn’t you, baby?”
She shudders, her moan swallowed by my mouth, but she nods, her hands tightening on my shoulders.
“Good girl,” he praises, slipping one finger inside her, slowly, carefully, watching the way she trembles at the stretch.
And while he works her open, I press the head of my cock against her entrance, teasing her, feeling how wet she still is.
“Look at you,” I breathe, my voice thick with need. “Taking us so fucking well.”
She whimpers as I slide into her, slow and deep, letting her feel every inch as she stretches around me. And fuck, she’s tight, so fucking perfect, gripping me like she was made for this.
Zander hums his approval, slipping another finger inside her, stretching her slowly while I move in long, deep thrusts.
“Such a good girl for us,” he murmurs, his fingers still working her open. “Our ruthless fucking Queen.”
She whimpers at that, her body tightening, her pleasure mounting all over again. And when she finally breaks, coming around me with a sharp cry, Zander follows, pumping himself until he spills over her back, breathless and wrecked.
I groan, feeling her clench around me, and it only takes a few more thrusts before I’m buried deep, spilling inside her with a curse.
So fucking good.
The three of us stay there for a moment, catching our breath, bodies still tangled, still connected.
Then Eva shifts, eyes hazy but teasing.
“Zander still needs to come.”
I smirk, looking up at him.
“I can help with that.”
His breath catches, and when I drop to my knees once more, this time in front of him, he groans, tangled between pleasure and surprise.
And fuck, I love watching our Queen watch me work him to his own undoing.
I’m back on my knees, the tiled floor feeling like where I belong before these two in this heated moment. It’s crazy how easy it is to do these things that are so foreign to me.
Foreign and submissive, yet I don’t feel an ounce of judgment. A fear of them using this against me.
I start slow, my hands wrapping around the base of his cock as I let my tongue trace the thick vein running up the underside. He hisses, his fingers threading through my damp hair, gripping just enough to ground himself as I take him into my mouth.
“Shit,” he breathes, his head tipping back against the steam-filled air, his hips jerking slightly. “Since when did a fucking police officer have such a good mouth?”
I chuckle, the vibration making his cock twitch in my throat. My hands grip his thighs, holding him steady as I take him deeper, swallowing around him.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his voice raw. “Yeah, just like that.”
Eva leans into him, her lips tracing a path up his neck, her hands wandering over his chest, teasing, stroking. “You enjoying yourself?” she whispers, nipping his jaw.
His eyes flicker open, his gaze dark and wild. “Fuck yes.”
Her smile is wicked as she lifts one hand, rolling his nipple between her fingers. He groans at the sensation, his grip on my hair tightening. “Where’d your barbells go?” she pouts, flicking the now-bare peaks.
Zander laughs breathlessly, tipping his head down to kiss her, rough and dominant. “Miss them, sexy?”
She nods, her tongue teasing his lower lip, her nails dragging down his torso as he kisses her harder. The sound he makes is almost desperate, his hips twitching forward, thrusting into my mouth as his body tightens with pleasure.
I hum against him, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him harder, faster, my hands stroking the length of him in time with my mouth.
“Fuck, Ren,” he curses, his thighs tensing. “I—fuck?—”
His climax hits him before he can warn either of us, his body jerking as he spills into my mouth. I take every drop, swallowing around him, savoring the salty tang before I pull off with a satisfied hum.
Rising to my feet, I don’t hesitate. I grip his jaw, dragging his lips to mine, kissing him hard, deep, filthy.
He groans into my mouth, his hands finding my waist, gripping tight as we share one of the wildest kisses I’ve ever had with a man.
And then, with barely any of his taste left on my tongue, I turn to Eva, pulling her to me, kissing her with just as much heat. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she deepens the kiss, licking into me, tasting the remnants of Zander on my lips.
“Fuck,” she breathes when we finally break apart, her eyes dark and needy.
Zander chuckles, running a hand through his wet hair. “Yeah, I can see how addicting shit like this can get.”
I smirk, my breath still heavy. “I get it now.”
“That’s why polyamory is ‘deemed bad’ in society,” Zander muses, shaking his head. “Because if everyone knew how fucking empowering it can be in the right power dynamic, the world would lose their shit.”
Eva giggles, the sound light despite the weight of our passion.
“You okay?” Zander asks Eva his hand sliding over her back.
She nods, smiling sleepily. “Yeah.”
“Maybe we should actually shower now?” I suggest, grinning.
Zander chuckles, shaking his head.
“Does my Eva want to cuddle too?”
Her cheeks flush pink.
She mutters, “Yes. Right in the middle.”
They both look at me, waiting for my response.
I shrug, grabbing a towel.
“Not denying cuddling with Moonflower for anything.”
Showering is a fun experience of tangled limbs, curses, and scalding hot water courtesy of Moonflower’s preference for hot water that surely can burn us straight into hell, but by the end of it, we’re clean and sufficient in the needs department.
I can actually think straight.
The three of us dry off, slipping into bed, our limbs tangling as we find comfort in each other. The early morning light seeps into the room, but it does nothing to stop the pull of exhaustion.
The world outside might be chaos, but here, in this moment, we’re safe.
At least for now…until I have to deliver the bad news.