Chapter 4 White Roses
WHITE ROSES
DOMINIC
Iwoke to heat and the weight of a body that wasn't mine. Grey light filtered through Ravenswood's curtains, painting everything soft. The master bedroom smelled like expensive sheets and the particular stillness that came after people stopped pretending to sleep.
Noah's mouth was on my cock.
His tongue was working the underside of my shaft in a way that made my breath catch. He'd pulled the duvet back at some point, exposing me to cool air that contrasted sharply with the wet heat of his mouth.
Adrian watched from beside me, propped on one elbow. His hand rested on the small of Noah's back, not directing, just there. Connected.
This had become a ritual over the past year.
“Breathe,” Adrian said quietly.
I did. Long exhale that shuddered out as Noah hollowed his cheeks and sucked, his throat relaxing to take me deeper, nose pressing against the trimmed hair at my base.
He held there, swallowing around me, and I felt every muscle in my body tense with the effort of not thrusting up into that perfect heat.
Noah pulled back slowly, tongue dragging along my length, then released me with a soft pop. Saliva connected his lips to my cock for a moment before breaking. He looked up through dark lashes, lips swollen and wet. “You're in your head again.”
“Always am.”
“Stop it.” He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, teeth grazing skin hard enough to sting. “Feel. Don't think.”
Adrian's hand slid up my chest, fingers splaying possessively over my ribs. “He wants to give you this. So take it.”
Noah took me back into his mouth, deeper this time, one hand wrapping around the base of my cock while the other cupped my balls, rolling them with gentle pressure that made my hips jerk. He didn't gag, didn't pull back, just opened his throat and swallowed around me like I was something he needed.
Fuck. That was good. That was so bloody good my vision blurred at the edges.
Adrian's hand moved to grip the back of my neck, fingers tight, grounding me in the present. “Stop fighting it.”
“Can't help it.”
“Bollocks. You just won't.” His grip tightened, thumb pressing against my pulse. “Stop thinking and feel what he's doing to you.”
Noah's mouth worked faster, hand stroking what he couldn't fit, the obscene wet sounds filling the quiet room.
His other hand moved lower, fingers pressing behind my balls, massaging that spot that made electricity shoot up my spine.
My hands found his hair without thought, fingers threading through dark strands.
“There you go,” Adrian said, voice rough with approval. “Give it to him. Let him work for it.”
Noah moaned around my cock, the vibration travelling straight through me and scattering coherent thought. His throat worked, swallowing, taking me so deep I felt his breath hot against my skin, felt the muscles of his throat constricting around the head of my cock.
He pulled back again, gasping, a string of saliva connecting his lips to my cock. “You taste so fucking good,” he breathed, then dove back down, taking me to the root in one smooth motion that made my back arch off the bed.
Adrian watched us, and his gaze sent electricity through my chest. Heat. Hunger. Possession. I turned, just enough to meet his eyes, saw the way his jaw tightened as Noah sucked me down with obscene enthusiasm.
He reached out, cupped my face, thumb stroking along my jaw. “Stop fighting,” he said quietly, and leaned in to press his mouth to mine.
The kiss was slow, deep, not rushed. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me, claiming me.
I could taste coffee, something sweet beneath it, and the familiar warmth that came from sharing too many nights like this.
He kissed me like he meant to own me, and I let him.
Let myself sink into the heat of his mouth while Noah worked between my legs with single-minded focus.
Noah's hand tightened around the base of my cock, squeezing as he sucked, creating pressure that bordered on too much, on perfect.
Every wet stroke of his mouth coaxed me closer to the edge.
Adrian's hand slipped from my jaw to my throat, thumb tracing the rapid flutter of my pulse.
He deepened the kiss until I was dizzy, overwhelmed by sensation, heat, the weight of hands and mouths on my body.
When Adrian pulled away, his eyes were black with hunger. He shifted, propping himself on his knees beside my head, cock already hard, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip. He ran a hand through my hair, fingers tangling, gentle but insistent.
“Open your mouth.”
I did. He brushed his cock across my lips, painting them with precome, the taste salt and musk.
Adrian fed himself to me slowly, the head pressing past my lips, stretching them wide, the shaft filling my mouth inch by inch.
My tongue traced the ridge, the thick vein along the underside, the taste of him familiar and grounding.
“That's it. Take it,” he said, hand possessive in my hair, guiding without forcing. “All of it. Show me you can.”
Noah glanced up, caught the way Adrian fed himself to me, and groaned deep in his chest. He sucked me down harder, cheeks hollowed, swallowing around the head of my cock until I was panting around Adrian's length, lips stretched wide, jaw aching in the best way.
Almost too much. Noah's mouth on my cock, Adrian's cock filling my mouth, both pressing in on all sides, giving and demanding, grounding me in my body in a way nothing else could.
Adrian stroked my cheek, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth where saliva was starting to leak out. “Look at you. Taking what you're given. Being so good for us.”
Noah's hand found my balls again, rolling them, tugging gently, then his fingers pressed lower, circling my hole with slick pressure.
When did he get lube? I didn't care. His mouth worked my cock, tongue dancing along the underside, teasing that spot just beneath the head that made me see stars.
My hips jerked involuntarily, and Noah hummed in approval, the vibration travelling through my cock and making my jaw go slack around Adrian's length.
“Fuck, your mouth,” Adrian groaned, hips rocking forward slightly. “So fucking perfect.”
Noah's finger pressed inside me, just the tip, and I moaned around Adrian's cock. The sensation was overwhelming. Noah's mouth on me, Adrian's cock heavy on my tongue, and now Noah's finger working me open with slow, deliberate pressure.
Adrian's hand tightened in my hair, not painful but possessive, keeping me in place as he began to thrust shallowly into my mouth. “That's it. Just like that. Take it. Take all of it.”
Noah added a second finger, stretching me, the burn giving way to pleasure as he crooked them just right, finding that spot inside me that made my whole body jerk.
He didn't let up on my cock, still sucking, still working me with tongue and lips and throat while his fingers fucked into me with increasing purpose.
I was drowning in sensation. Every nerve ending lit up, every touch magnified. Adrian's cock sliding over my tongue, Noah's mouth hot and wet around me, Noah's fingers inside me hitting that spot over and over until I couldn't think, could only feel.
“He's close,” Adrian said, watching my face. “I can see it. Don't let him come yet.”
Noah pulled off my cock with an obscene pop, his fingers still working inside me. “Evil bastard.”
“Your evil bastard.” Adrian's voice was rough with possession. “Now get up here.”
Noah withdrew his fingers slowly, the loss making me whimper around Adrian's cock. He moved up my body, straddling my thighs, and I got a proper look at him. Lips swollen and red, pupils blown wide, his own cock hard and leaking against his stomach.
Adrian pulled out of my mouth, giving me a moment to breathe. Saliva connected my lips to his cock before breaking. He grabbed Noah by the back of the neck, pulled him into a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth and raw hunger.
I watched them, chest heaving, my cock throbbing and abandoned. The sight of them kissing over me, Adrian's hand tight in Noah's hair, Noah's whimper when Adrian bit his lip, it was almost enough to make me come untouched.
Adrian broke the kiss, turned to me. “Think you can handle both of us?”
“Yeah.”
“Good boy.” He reached for the lube on the nightstand, tossed it to Noah. “Get him ready.”
Noah squeezed lube onto his fingers, warmed it between his palms, then reached down between my legs.
He didn't tease this time, just pressed two fingers inside me, working me open with practiced ease.
The stretch burned, but I relaxed into it, let him work me until he could fit three fingers, scissoring them, making sure I could take it.
“Fuck, you're tight,” Noah breathed, working his fingers deeper. “Even after all this time, you're still so bloody tight.”
Adrian's hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly, keeping me hard and desperate while Noah prepared me.
“That's because he spends all his time wound up like a spring. Never lets go. Never relaxes.” He leaned down, pressed a kiss to my jaw.
“But he lets go for us, doesn't he? Lets us take him apart.”
I nodded, couldn't form words. Noah's fingers curled inside me, hitting my prostate, and I gasped, hips bucking up into Adrian's grip.
“There it is,” Noah said with satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers, grabbed the lube again, and slicked up my cock with quick, sure strokes. Then he positioned himself over me, one hand braced on my chest, the other guiding my cock to his entrance.
He sank down slowly, tight heat enveloping me inch by inch. His breath came out in short, sharp gasps as he took me, his body trembling with the effort of going slow when we both wanted fast and hard and brutal.
“Bloody hell, Dom,” he breathed when he was fully seated, hips flush against mine. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”