Chapter Nineteen #2
“What?!” he gasps, easing his tip in and out of her.
“She has a beautiful pain response, and my hands are full right now. Reach around and slap her until she relaxes.” Tentatively, he does.
The first smack of his hand is too soft, but she moans encouragingly.
The second is better, connecting with the sound of skin-on-skin.
As Harper jolts, she sinks down onto his cock marginally.
The third smack has her rolling her hips, and I, being a bystander, become jealous.
Licking a path from her jaw to her collarbone, I sink my teeth into her neck.
Her scream is tinged with lust, yet as I kiss the reddened marks, I find that she’s almost at his base.
“That’s it, Babygirl,” I mutter beside her ear. She can’t hear me, but she can feel the vibrations through my chest. Kissing a path south, I draw her nipple into my mouth. My tongue toys with the bud, stroking gently until her hand flies to the back of my head.
“Harder,” she moans. I grin against her breast. That’s my girl.
Mimicking what I did to her neck, I lick, bite down and kiss.
Then, I move to the next one, working her body into a state of pure bliss.
The backs of my hands meet Clayton’s groin as Harper takes all of him, deeply and beautifully.
That’s my cue to pull away and admire the woman before me.
Flushed and writhing, hot and shuddering.
Finally paying attention to my own cock, I’m stunned to find I’m oddly aroused by seeing my girl fully seethed on another man.
I don’t waste time stroking myself, knowing nothing can compare to the feel of her.
Briefly catching Clayton’s eyes, I give him a small nod.
Then, I push inside of her in one motion, and we all groan in unison.
Fuck what I said earlier, this is what coming home feels like.
Incredibly tight, molten hot. My piercings scrape against the solid weight of Clayton, also nestled inside of her, our shafts filling her two holes to perfection.
It’s more than I imagined. The drag of her, the heat of her, the way she relaxes a fraction to accommodate me, only to clench all over again.
I’m shaking by the time I’m fully sheathed, my forehead starting to pebble with sweat.
“Jesus Christ,” I huff, bracing my hands on either side of her hips, steadying myself.
I withdraw, slow enough to feel every inch of her cling to me, and then push back in.
And somehow, stupidly, impossibly, I keep expecting it to get easier.
I expect the motion to become smoother, to fit a little easier.
But no. We all shift, gasp and moan. Every. Single. Time.
Harper’s fingers claw at my forearm, my name tumbling from her lips and reminding me that I’m in control.
The pleasure all three of us are chasing is mine to shape however I see fit.
Clayton’s chest at her back steadies her, his fingers brushing her hair back from her shoulders.
We all become overheated in an instant, bodies sticking together.
We’re a mess of limbs, sweat, and heated pants, yet it works.
Despite keeping my movements smooth and measured, there’s no dragging this out.
Not when Harper’s chest is starting to rise and fall as if she’s about to tear out of her skin.
Her hips take over, chasing the flutters that start to ripple across my cock.
Grinding down in small circles, she whimpers, clinging to me for stability.
I hold her elbows, leaving her hands pressed against my chest as I pepper her forehead with kisses.
“Rhys,” she sighs. “Clay. It’s…it’s too good.
I cant–” Her words are swallowed by a gasp, her eyes rolling back as I drive into her with more force.
Harper melts into Clayton’s body, and that’s when I feel her climax hit.
The impossible tightening around me, gripping and pulsing as if her body is trying to take me with her by force.
I fuck her through it with renewed vigor, mouth falling open in a perfect, devastated shape that detonates something deep within me.
Clayton’s breath shudders against her shoulder, both of us wrapped so tightly around her she doesn’t know who she’s coming for.
Both of us I suppose. Her whole body shudders, sounds slipping out of her that are neither a moan or a cry.
It’s pure surrender, as her hips jerk helplessly from the orgasm ripping through her.
She clenches so hard around me that I choke on a breath, heat blasting up my spine like someone set a fuse and set it alight.
Thrusting harder and faster, I push us all to our limit, and then chuck us over the edge.
I come apart so violently that I groan her name as Clayton’s forehead drops to her shoulder.
I don’t want to admit that I can feel him thickening and pulsating in time with me, but there’s no stopping it or fighting it.
My vision whites out for a second, breath punching from my lungs as I slam my hips forward, losing every last shred of control I thought I had.
Sinking into her, all the way to the hilt, something inside of me cracks, and then expands, like my ribcage can’t contain my own heartbeat anymore.
Harper pulls me down to meet her mouth for a chaste kiss, and I swear she drags the rest of me in too.
Every instinct, every dark urge, every broken memory I’ve tried to hide.
She buries herself in my soul through the press of our lips, whilst I’m struggling to understand what’s happening.
Coming down, our breathing levels out, our chests easing.
I pull back to look upon the scene we created, Harper’s limp limbs and her face split in half by a blissful smile.
She’s incredible, and I already knew that, but something about the thought feels different.
Clayton’s hand slides along her arm, brushing her heated skin with loving fingers.
Fuck. That’s what this is. It’s love. It’s that stupid seed of a notion he planted in my head, taking root.
I can’t love her, not if I want what’s best for her.
Yet there seems to be no stopping the warmth spreading through my chest. For one breathless moment, my demons go quiet, and the world narrows to my hands braced upon her hips and the drunken worship Clayton has for her.
Between us, she’s safe, she’s cherished, and goddamn it, she’s loved.