Chapter 23 #2
Everyone cheered. My fake smile shifted into a real one at seeing everyone around me so happy—and for not just any reason, but for me. I’d gone from having no one to having a room full of people. That felt more rewarding than my drawing winning.
I glanced at Mac. Things were scary for her right now, but I had hope that everything would work out in the end. For her. And for me. For all of us.
Later that night, the guys and I ended up going to Reid’s place. There were boxes all over his loft. Some fully packed. Some open and still being filled. The four of us had just gotten done eating and watching a movie.
Currently, Wyatt and I were having a competition drawing each other. We were sitting on the floor facing one another with a pad of paper and pen in each of our hands. Roe and Reid watched us from the couch while smoking a joint.
“So what are you going to sell The Noah for?” Wyatt asked with his eyes glued to his paper.
“Someone already bought it,” I said as I looked back and forth between him and my drawing.
I felt three sets of eyes on me.
“Who bought it?” Roe asked.
“My grandfather. He called an hour after the winner was listed on the gallery’s website. He gave me twelve thousand for it,” I said.
Wyatt whistled. “It was worth it, but damn. Imagine being able to throw twelve grand down like it’s nothing.”
I didn’t comment. Roe and Reid seemed to understand what he was saying, at least.
Roe came over and sat behind me with his legs framing mine. He offered me the joint as he took in what I drew of Wyatt over my shoulder.
“Using pen sucks,” I grumbled before taking a puff.
“Still a thousand times better than the stick figure I would have drawn,” he said as he pulled my hair away from my shoulder and kissed the side of my neck.
“I wanna see.” Wyatt set his drawing aside and crawled across the small space between us.
I pressed my pad of paper to my chest, hiding it from him. “Do I get to see yours?”
On his hands and knees in front of me, he smiled and leaned in to peck me on the lips. “Later,” he said as he pulled away. He took the joint from me, puffed, then held it out to Reid, who reached over and took it.
After exhaling the smoke, Wyatt leaned in again and kissed me more fervently while Roe continued to trail his mouth along my neck.
I knew what they were wanting. I tossed the pen and pad of paper to the floor as I focused on kissing Wyatt back.
They had yet to do more than have sex with me in front of each other.
They had yet to have me at the same time.
I was wearing a cute, light blue summer dress with inch-thick straps. Roe pulled down both straps until the front of my dress was only being held up by my breasts, while Wyatt pushed up my skirt.
With his tattooed hands, Roe unveiled my breasts and cupped them into his warm touch. Wyatt grabbed the sides of my underwear and pulled it down my legs.
“You should flip her over,” Reid said, watching us from where he smoked on the couch.
I didn’t have to do a thing. Roe’s hands went to my waist while Wyatt’s went under my arms. I was brought forward on my hands and knees.
Roe moved behind me and put his head on the floor between my legs. His hands slid up my bare thighs. “Sit on my face, Lottie.”
As I slowly lowered myself, Wyatt grabbed my dress and pulled it off over my head. The moment I laid myself over Roe’s mouth, I gasped. His tongue swiped along my slit and he groaned.
“Lucky bastard,” Wyatt said with a chuckle. He was up on his knees in front of me; I stared up at him as he cupped my cheeks. His thumb pulled down my lower lip. “You’re not going to leave me feeling left out, are you, joint thief?”
I glanced at Reid, wondering about him. Wyatt grabbed me by my chin, making me face him again. “Don’t be greedy. He’s just watching for right now.”
Roe began sucking on my clit. I moaned and had to fight not to grind on him. As if feeling me hold back, Roe’s hands went to the tops of my thighs and pulled me down on him more, to the point I was putting my weight on him.
I must have looked worried, because Reid said, “He’s all right, Charlotte. When he asked you to sit, he didn’t mean hover.”
My breathing quickened as I stared up at Wyatt. “Undo your pants.”
Wyatt grinned and released my face. He quickly undid the button and brought down his zipper. After freeing his cock, he stroked it once, twice. I was mesmerized by the movement.
“She looks hungry,” Reid commented.
“We do enjoy feeding her,” Wyatt said.
“Then feed me.” I leaned forward with my mouth slightly open.
With that one move, I took the control. Wyatt’s stroking stopped as he stared down at me, unblinking. Then he slowly grinned. “What a naughty girl.” He brought the tip of his cock to my lips.
I opened wider so he could slip himself inside my mouth. His hand went to the back of my head as he rocked his hips, slowly.
“Fuck,” he breathed as his pace picked up. The tip of him kissed the back of my throat with each thrust.
Roe took that as his cue to amp things up downstairs. He pushed his tongue inside me in tandem with Wyatt’s cock. I moaned around Wyatt and grabbed his hips, needing something to hold onto.
I tried to suck on Wyatt’s cock each time he withdrew. That made his grip on the back of my head tighten and his cock try to go a little deeper into my throat. He groaned. “That’s it, gorgeous. Take all of me.”
I felt like I was going to go insane. It was almost too much.
Roe seemed focused on making me come and was attacking my clit. Uncontrollably, I ground against him, chasing the orgasm that was almost within reach.
“I’m going to come,” Wyatt gritted as his hand fisted my hair. “Should I pull out?”
I moved my hands to his butt, holding him to me.
Wyatt’s thrusts became shallower and I sucked harder.
With a grunt and a tight grip on my hair, he released himself buried deep in my throat.
I swallowed quickly as hot spurts of cum began filling my mouth.
I couldn’t keep up with it all; as he pulled himself out, some dribbled from the corner of my mouth.
But I didn’t care or try to clean it up as I rode Roe’s face. Thighs shaking, I cried out as I came.
Wyatt wiped my mouth and chin with his thumb before stepping back. My hands fell flat to the floor as I just breathed and pulsated on Roe’s tongue.
When my release started to subside, Roe pulled himself out from under me and grabbed me by the hips. He lifted them up. I just barely heard the sound of his zipper over my pounding heart. Then he was pushing inside of me, making me cry out because of how sensitive I was.
Holding my hips as he pumped inside me, he placed kisses up my spine.
“Roe,” I moaned.
“I love it when you say my name like that,” he whispered, and began fucking me harder.
“Spank her,” Reid said, drawing my attention to him. The joint was gone and he sat there with hooded eyes and his cock tenting his pants.
Roe brought his hand down on my butt. The slight sting made me clench around him. Reid knew that I would like it, that it would spur me on, because he had done it to me many times before. Roe let out a grunt.
Wyatt chuckled as he took a seat in the armchair to watch us. “Didn’t think she would like that.”
“She likes it a lot,” Reid said.
“She likes her hair pulled, too,” Wyatt said, having done that to me before at my request.
Roe collected my hair in his hand and pulled slightly as he rammed hard shallow thrusts into me.
I began moaning loudly at the perfect mixture of a little bit of pain with pleasure.
I was almost there. Almost right fucking there.
I just needed one more thing to get me to come.
I reached between my legs and began rubbing my clit.
Wyatt groaned. “We have the perfect girlfriend. Look at her touch herself like that.”
His words did me in and I exploded around Roe. My screams of release and my squeezing around him made Roe follow me. I felt his cock pulse as he filled me with his cum.
When Roe pulled out of me, I couldn’t move.
I didn’t have to, though. I was scooped up by Reid like a bride and carried over to the bed.
Roe and Wyatt watched us from the living room area as Reid laid me down gently on my back.
He began stripping out of his clothes. I didn’t take my eyes off of him, enjoying the show of him getting naked.
Once he was, he crawled onto the bed between my legs.
Eyes holding mine, he pushed inside me. He moved slowly, as if knowing I was super sensitive. Instead of taking me hard and fast, he kept the pace loving and he ground himself against me with each thrust. It wasn’t long until I was feeling the tingles of release gearing up again.
We came together staring into each other’s eyes.
It was perfect. The whole experience was.
He stayed inside me as I came back to myself.
I couldn’t help but cry happy tears as I reached up and snaked my fingers into his brown hair.
“This is going to be our life.” I almost didn’t believe it. It was almost too good to be true.
He smiled softly. “Yeah.”
We had all gotten what we wanted in the end.