4. Gabe
GABE
“You’re not,” Katherine murmurs as she pulls back from kissing King.
“Not what?” I ask. I’ve already lost track of our conversation because That. Was. Hot.
Her cheeks are flushed, and King looks dazed. They’re both breathing hard, and fuck if watching them make out isn’t the sexiest thing ever. Need pours off of them like a waterfall, proving just how long they’ve been holding back from each other.
I don’t have time to feel like an outsider because she leans my way, hooking an arm around my neck and pulling me closer. I slide an arm around her waist but end up coasting my hand up Kingston’s forearm. His quick inhale is loud in my ear.
I hold on tight, leaning into the space between us.
“No competing.” Katherine presses a quick kiss to my lips and then looks me in the eye.
I huff a laugh and shake my head. “You don’t know men very well, do you, Princess?”
She makes a contemplative sound and then peppers a kiss against my chin. Damn if her sweet lips don’t drive all thoughts from my brain. All thoughts except where else I want to feel them.
“I think I know you well enough,” she purrs, raking her nails through the hair at my nape. Fuck if that doesn’t make me want to melt at her feet and beg for belly scratches.
“Egos the size of California,” she continues softly. “Always happy to measure—whatever.”
“Whatever?” King presses.
“You can say it, Princess. You’re not going to shock our delicate sensibilities.”
King and I smirk at each other.
She gives a playful roll of her eyes. “I know being a team player is rather new for both of you, but seriously, there’s no need for a dick measuring contest.”
“Are you sure?” King asks. “I’m happy to whip it out if you’d like to grab a measuring tape.”
Katherine gives a teasing eye roll, then focuses those pretty eyes on me, a brow raised.
“Didn’t you tell us to stop talking?” she asks, a little plea in her voice.
Fuck, I love when she’s breathless and turned on. When she looks at me like I’m the only thing that can scratch her itch.
Don’t worry, Princess. I know exactly what you need.
Letting go of King’s arm, I grab a fistful of her silky hair and guide her mouth to mine. “Yes, I did.”
She moans against my lips, so soft and needy, my cock weeps.
I’m so fucking hard, and these new jeans don’t have enough give.
Is this how it’s going to be from now on?
Being with either of them gives me a raging hard-on, and King’s got me in clothes that haven’t been broken in enough to give me any relief.
Katherine pulls back and slithers off King’s lap. I let go of her hair as she sinks to the floor between his knees. She keeps one hand on my thigh and trails the other down his chest.
“Wildfire—”
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing, Princess?”
“Whatever you tell me to.” She slides her right hand from King’s abs to the unmistakable ridge behind the fly of his jeans.
She gives him a long, firm stroke, and he sucks in a shuddering breath.
“In that case, take out my cock,” he murmurs, sounding cocky and almost bored.
What the hell?
My brain stutters, and I swear I pass out. Because the next thing I know, she’s got King’s zipper tugged down, button undone, and they’re working together to free his cock.
The tip is an angry red, almost purple, with a droplet gathered in the slit. We all stare at it for a heartbeat.
Is that King’s secret kink? Telling her what to do? That hardly seems like something to hide. But to each his own. Heavens know I have hangups of my own.
“We’ve missed you so damn much, Wildfire. My hand is a poor substitute.”
She sits between his spread thighs now, a hand on each of his knees, waiting for more. On the surface, she seems completely calm. But I see her breathing pick up speed and note the way her gaze flicks from his face, to his cock, to me.
Oh yeah, Princess, I’m totally hard for you. For both of you.
He cuts me a glance. “How much time do you have left?”
I tip up my wrist and check the time. Fuck. My team’s gonna have my ass if I don’t hustle. I’ve been out of pocket too much this last week. And I called this afternoon’s meeting. It’s on me.
Quickly, I calculate just how long it will take to make it back to the office. What’s traffic like at this time of day? And then I need to factor in our new location.
But like hell am I going to miss my first double handy with King.
A heavy hand lands on my shoulder. “You look like you’re doing algebra in your head.”
“I’ve got time.”
King sees right through my bullshit.
With a hand on Katherine’s wrist, he nods at me. “Take care of our guy first. This’ll keep.”
She smiles at him and then shifts my way, raising up on her knees as she slides her palms up my thighs. “May I?”
“Always and forever,” I mutter, my abs tightening in anticipation.
Her smile turns up a few notches, clearly happy with my answer. Deft fingers make short work of my zipper and button. My cock aches for release, for her touch, that amazing mouth.
There’s something forbidden about keeping my pants on for this, but she seems too eager for me to undress.
Giddiness courses through me like I’m on a testosterone IV drip. I brush her hair behind her ear as she reaches into my boxer briefs for my cock.
She gives a happy little hum, and I groan as her cool fingers wrap around my overheated shaft. After a few slow strokes, she repositions so she’s squarely between my feet.
She curls over my lap, and I grab a fistful of her hair, holding it out of the way. Her breasts press against my inner thighs, and I’m torn between making room for her like a world-class man-spreader or holding still so I can feel those gorgeous tits.
The split-second conundrum is resolved by my cock. Having her and King so close, then watching them kissing and fondling each other has me to the point of spontaneous combustion.
God, she’s beautiful. Stunning, really, and there’s a naughty glint in her eye as she stares at my dick. I’d love to know what’s going on in that pretty head of hers.
“That’s it, Wildfire. Drive him out of his mind.”
Fuck, there’s no way I’m going to interrupt this. No way.
All systems are a go. Beam me up. Ready for liftoff, Captain.
Katherine gives a saucy agreement under her breath and then leans in, swirling her tongue around the crown.
“Isn’t she amazing?” King asks, words thick with pride, as if he coached her on giving blow jobs.
“Incredible,” I agree.
As far as I know, she’s just a natural—watching and listening and responding to the lucky man she’s with. Adjusting her technique on the fly.
Which, fuck, it doesn’t need adjusting.
She gives a happy moan at our praise, and the vibrations travel through her lips straight to my nervous system. A sharp breath hisses between my teeth.
Tipping her head to the left, she glances up at me from the corner of her eye, smirking.
Licking. Teasing me. Then she closes that seductive mouth over me and makes the sinful sound again.
This time, my nerve endings light up like a string of C9 Christmas lights.
I slap my free hand down, grabbing whatever I can to hold on.
King’s thigh is warm and muscular, and he huffs a laugh at my predicament.
“That’s our girl. Drive him out of his skin. Make sure he’s thinking of this for the rest of the day.”
That’s guaranteed.
She sucks me deeper, so slick and hot.
I don’t want to come yet. My balls have different plans. She’s hardly touched me. I can’t be ready to come yet.
But I am.
My pulse pounds in my ears, and my breath is doing that erratic dance where my body seemingly can’t decide if I should hold it and hold on tight or keep on breathing.
Her hands ring my dick, smoothing up and down the shaft as her mouth joins the mix.
Up. Down. A little twist as she pops off.
And fuck me, she looks me dead in the eye and I see everything.
My future is laid out like a board game.
Her and King and Alex and I, together, orbiting around each other.
Colliding. Building a life and having a hell of a lot of fun. A ton of blow jobs.
She leans over me again, sucking me so deep I hit the back of her throat. She’s fighting her gag reflex... for me.
“Are you going to let him come in your mouth, Wildfire?”
“Show me,” I grind out, holding on to my sanity and my cum. “Show me where you want it, Princess.”
Once again, she lifts her head and stares me down.
Something twists in my chest. She opens those swollen lips and sticks out her tongue.
There’s a flash of perfect white teeth and a quirk of an eyebrow that has me reaching for my dick.
Just below her hands, I strangle the fucker, stifling my orgasm.
“Fuck—”
King, the bastard, laughs again.
She cuts him a glance, drops her attention to his hard and ready dick, then shuffles over in front of him again.
“What are you up to, Wildfire?” he asks, reaching for her. Touching her anywhere he can.
She doesn’t answer, at least not with words. Instead, she reaches for his cock, then immediately curls over his lap and sucks him down.
“Jeez—holy hell.” His hand falls to the back of her head, and he holds her against him.
She twists and bobs. The whole time, using her mouth and hands as one. Turning him into a blubbering mess. He’s so far past complete sentences that I almost laugh.
Almost.
But I’ve been on the receiving end of a Katherine Montgomery blowjob, and it’s no laughing matter. Wicked and wonderful, absolutely.
Releasing King’s leg, I sprawl out next to him. There are too many fancy-assed pillows on this sofa to really get comfortable, but who cares about comfort when Katherine is at your feet?
She reaches over with one hand, wrapping me in a tight grip. I groan.
“Not so cocky, now, are you?” King teases.
It takes her a half dozen tries, but eventually, she syncs up her movements.
And somehow, while watching her hollow her cheeks, my brain starts to have some sort of weird synced reaction.
King’s pleasure is my pleasure. This is what dreams are made of, erratic movements and all.
A beautiful woman enjoying herself as she enjoys me. Er. Us.
My eyes drift closed, and I lose myself in the enjoyment, the connection, being touched and desired. And the sounds. The sounds! Heavy breathing and hums of pleasure, the soft rustling of fabric. A beat of silence. Her hand falls away.
Then she’s on the move again, slotting herself between my legs like she was born to be there. I hold my breath, anxious for her mouth and needing her to finish the job.
My head drops back when she teases my most sensitive spot. “Yesss...”
Her hands join the mix, and I’m back on the rocket, ready for liftoff. My moans mix with hers. I give a small pump of my hips, nudging the back of her throat. Her grip on me tightens, and she lifts her head.
“Want to give me a hand?” she murmurs to Kingston, eyes raking up his honed body. “We are a team, after all.”