Chapter 23 #2
“Now those.” She points at his underwear.
He slips his fingers under the band but doesn’t tug them down—he’s entranced for the moment by Greer bending over to take off her heels.
He lazily grins down at her, eyes falling to her hands now on the waist of her pants.
She undoes them sensually, slipping the button from the slot slowly before doing the same dance with her zipper.
As she works her slacks over her voluptuous hips, the fabric tightens over the roundness of them before it pools at her feet, and she steps out of them.
“Damn, Princess. Look at you,” Kai says appreciatively.
Her calves are muscular, her thighs plush and shapely.
My mouth parts when my gaze meets a lacy black thong.
I can’t fully see the front of it, but the panties are small, covering only her pussy.
From this side angle, I see a partial view of the globes of her ass.
I want nothing more than to have her turn away from me and bend over so I can take in the full effect of them. Fuck.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Angel Boy. Now stop staring, and show me what you’re packing.”
Kai huffs a laugh and tucks some of his hair behind his ear. “Your wish is my command.”
He drops his briefs, and his cock bobs from the pull of the fabric. He’s so incredibly hard that his length is veiny and slightly purple. I didn’t come earlier, either, but at least I got to feel Greer, to kiss and suck on her skin while she rode my thigh. Kai has been suffering.
Greer licks her lips, eyeing the pre-cum leaking from the tip of the ruddy head.
“Like what you see?” Kai purrs.
Greer wordlessly nods, her fingers moving to her underwear. Kai takes a step forward, hands stopping her. “May I?”
“Since you’ve been a good boy.”
I think I see hearts develop in Kai’s warm brown irises as he slips his fingers into the small elastic band of her thong.
My breath freezes in my lungs as Kai kneels, his eyes on hers as he slowly drags the fabric down her thighs.
When his face is level with her pussy, he draws in a deep breath through his nose, his lips turning up at the scent of her arousal. A groan escapes him.
Jealousy trips in my gut, and it takes everything in me not to stride over and lay her out flat, to put my head between her thighs and eat her until she’s coming all over my hand and tongue.
But that isn’t part of my plan; Kai will have the honor.
I can only hope that before the dawn of Christmas Day arrives, I get to taste her that way, too.
Are you sure you just want to watch? I ask Sam through our link, my gaze dropping down to look upon his face. My fingers still brush at the back of his neck, but he hasn’t changed his stature or facial expression.
Go to them. I’m fine where I am.
Suit yourself. Let me know if you change your mind.
I trail my hand down Sam’s arm as I walk toward the two very naked souls near the bed.
Kai remains on his knees, Greer’s thong in his hand.
I have a feeling he’s going to steal it if Greer allows.
He’s been known to do that with mine or Sam’s underwear, and in all the centuries I’ve known him, I have no idea where his collection is stashed, the horny pervert.
Not that I’m much better. The things my mind has come up with to keep life interesting could be studied.
“He looks pretty on his knees, doesn’t he?” I ask Greer as I join her, pressing my body into hers from behind. My clothes feel itchy against my heated skin, but I’ll get rid of them soon.
She leans into me naturally, my hands falling to her waist. I grip the bare skin, pulling her ass further into me.
“He looks perfect,” she says.
Kai looks up at us with his charming smile. “Greer, I want Malachi to get you ready for me.” I rub my erection in the crease of her ass.
“I’m ready,” she responds eagerly.
I glide my palm over her hip and belly. She holds her breath as I slip downward, stopping when I reach the top of short, coarse curls.
She doesn’t tell me to stop or pull away, so I keep going until I meet her wet slit.
I groan into her ear. Kai is no longer looking at me—instead, his gaze is focused on where my hand now fingers Greer’s pussy.
“I told you that I’m ready,” she reiterates.
“Hmm, you might be wet, love, but you’re not ready to be fucked by me yet.
Trust me.” And she’s not. I’m too big, and I don’t know when she had sex last. Any one of us could use our angel abilities to ensure that her body stretches to fit our cocks with no pain, but I won’t do that without asking her.
It’s one thing to slowly help heal an injury that Sam essentially caused her to get but quite another to make her wet and stretch her cunt supernaturally.
I slide two fingers over her clit before lining them up with her slit.
She leans further back, and I support her weight with my body.
I circle her opening while my other hand moves from her hip and down her thigh until I’m able to grab just behind her knee.
I pull her leg up and scissor open her labia with my two fingers, fully exposing her pussy to Kai.
Her head falls back on my shoulder. “Malachi looks hungry for dessert, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” she says on an exhale.
“Do you want his mouth on your sweet cunt, love?”
She bites her lower lip and nods. I massage the skin of the leg I’m holding and stretch her open as wide as this position will allow. Kai’s smirk is gone, and in its place is the look of a man at the starting line of a race, ready for the sound of the starter pistol.
“I do.”
“Then make her come, Malachi.”