31. Frank
FRANK
The older I get, the fewer new experiences I have. What’s happening tonight was never on my bucket list. Despite being aware that the men who run Beasts Ink share a woman, it’s not something I ever imagined for myself.
Though it’s strange in many ways, the sharing part is beside the point. It’s still all about Ember, just as it would be if it were the two of us alone.
Right now, she’s testing out the durability of denim. My jeans are getting damn close to splitting open as her hand runs over the bulge under my zipper.
“Will you show me?” The focus of her gaze and the squeeze she gives me there make my cock even harder.
It’s a relief to unzip my fly, and it’s something else altogether to see Ember’s mouth round into a small circle of surprise.
“You’re so thick.” Her fingers touch my bare skin now, and I jerk and swell in her grasp. “All three of you are definitely gifted.”
She wraps her palm around me and strokes, and I let out a breath, reminding myself that this is just for tonight.
I’m going to enjoy every minute, and then I’m going to have to let this go.
With a more forceful, but still gentle tug, Ember beckons me closer, and I oblige. She cranes her neck, guiding me toward her mouth, and I’m mesmerized by her pretty pink lips opening for me.
I reach for a pillow and put it under her head, then I call on all my inner strength. I’m not going to shoot my load like this, though it would be so easy.
Her mouth is hot and wet, and her tongue does things to the head of my cock that make me groan. Then she starts making sounds like she’s finding me incredibly delicious.
It takes me a moment to realize Griffin is playing with her pussy, and from the way she’s responding, he’s about to make her come again.
When she’s poised to go over the edge, I pull back so both she and I can focus on her orgasm. I’m in awe of her beautiful face, her expression, and the sounds she makes as she gets lost inside herself.
Before she recovers, a grunt from Griffin’s direction alerts me that he’s about to follow her, and I watch Ember respond to that, too, her entire presence radiating bliss.
I wish I could sculpt her like this, but I could never do her justice.
After Griffin kisses Ember and leaves the room, I take her in my arms and sit down where she’d been lying. She rests her head against my chest, and it’s like she was made to fit right there.
This doesn’t seem fully real, sitting here holding her, but the beat of her heart helps keep me in the moment.
“Have you ever had an experience like this?”
She looks up, surprised by my question. “No.”
“You must be tired.”
Her answering smile makes my cock twitch. “Not that tired.”
“Remember,” I say as I stroke her hair where it cascades down her back, “everything tonight is your choice.”
“I know.” She nuzzles into my neck, and I almost lose it. “I’ve been very happy with my choices so far.”
I’m torn. My body is fully on board with continuing things immediately; my emotions are the problem.
I could fall in love with a woman like Ember. If I’m honest, I’m partway there already. I’d resigned myself to admiring her from a distance, like a knight in a medieval story; letting myself fall for her all the way would be a big mistake.
But I can’t bring myself to walk away without finishing what we’ve started. I’ll just have to man up afterwards and respect her decision.
“Do you need a break?” I ask, just to be sure.
Ember smiles at me again. I could get drunk off that smile; I could get really fucking used to seeing it every day for the rest of my life. “Absolutely not.”
“Good.” I shift her off my lap long enough to take off my pants and grab another condom, then lift her over me, facing me instead of the room. She takes hold of me and sinks down without hesitation, and I can’t hold back another groan as her wet heat envelops me.
“You feel so good.” She takes my face in her hands and presses her forehead to mine, then kisses me. I battle my cock and keep myself from moving in her just yet, kissing her back with all my focus. Before long she starts to moan, and then she starts to move.
I match her, rolling my hips up, slow and steady. We’re grinding into each other, our eyes locked, and it’s the most intimate experience I’ve ever had with a woman. “Ember,” I grit out.
“Frank—oh god. Harder.”
My hands have been on her hips, resting there, not controlling her, but now I start to raise and lower her on my cock, thrusting up as she slides down. “Yes, yes, fuck!” she cries.
We go faster, and faster, and I’m about to adjust my grip so I can reach for her clit when her head goes back and she explodes, her pussy clamping down on me. I follow her a second later, my cum pouring out of me, and a momentary regret washes through me—that the condom is in the way, that I can’t fill her up and give her a baby.
Holy fuck. Where did that come from?
I banish the thought as we shudder, slowly descending from the mountaintop together. I cuddle her close and stroke her hair, soothing her. When our breathing is back to normal, I pick her up and carry her down the hall into the bedroom that’s now hers, and into the adjoining bath.