5. King
KING
Do I want to give her a hand?
A fresh wave of lust crashes into me. There’s a beat of silence, and my gaze swerves to Gabe’s. The bedroom is quiet, still.
His lips part like he’s not sure what to say or what’s happening, which makes two of us. Because this feels like a perfect storm.
No. A fantasy.
My dream girl is telling me she’ll do whatever I want. She’s kneeling between me and my hot AF brainiac lover.
And she looks at me with expectation in her eyes.
Do I want to help her make Gabe come?
Hell, yes, I do.
But does he?
Is he ready for that step?
He lounges against the luxurious sofa like a well-fed lion, but now he’s hungry for something else. His gaze drops to my lips, and I immediately lean forward, closing the distance between us.
“Love to,” I say, sliding a hand up his chest, hooking around the side of his neck. “But it’s up to Gabe.”
His pulse thumps against my palm.
“Fuck yes.” He breathes the words.
I pull him forward, smashing my lips into his. We both groan.
And just like that, we’re right back to where we left off in the elevator. He shoves a hand in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me gasp and fuck if that doesn’t just make me harder. I mate my tongue with his, curling and teasing.
He gives a sharp gasp, and I pull back to find him staring down. Katherine’s succulent mouth wraps around his dick, cheeks hollowed. She does something incredible because he utters a hoarse “holy shit” as his head falls back.
“I think he likes that, Wildfire.”
“Mhmm,” Gabe confirms.
“Let’s see what else he likes.”
I sink to the floor next to Katherine, sliding a hand across her lower back. She gives a happy little purr, leaning left to make room for me. Gabe spreads his thighs even wider.
Across the room, Katherine’s phone rings again, and she tenses beneath my palm.
“Ignore it,” she says.
So we do. We push the outside world away for just a little longer and get back to enjoying each other.
The scene before me is deliciously obscene. Like the big-bad-tech-tycoon couldn’t wait to get off, so all he was able to do was unleash his dick and let us have our way.
Leaning in, I run a line of kisses up Katherine’s shoulder, inhaling her intoxicating scent. But there’s also something heady in the air. Masculine. A bit spicy.
I fill my lungs with the seductive combination, and as soon as she pulls back, I lean in for my first taste. With one hand on Gabe’s thigh and the other hooked around Katherine’s waist, I lick a line up his hard length.
There’s a glassy bead at the tip, begging me to taste it. I fully intend to. But I want more. I want to inhale him, breathe him in, fill my senses.
Kat keeps both her hands wrapped around the base, holding him at the ready for me.
She’s right. We’re a team.
After a quick glance at Gabe’s face to check in—he’s so on board—I close my lips over his velvet-covered hardness.
The thick purple head is wet from Katherine’s attention and so hot between my lips.
I circle the crown with my tongue and give the slit a teasing flick, collecting the salty slick bead.
“Oh, god, yes.”
Katherine slips out from under my hand and crawls up next to him.
“Enjoying yourself?” she murmurs.
“So much,” Gabe replies, voice lower than I’ve ever heard from him.
I keep my mouth locked on, sucking him deeper and deeper. Shifting and twisting until I get just the right angle. But it’s still not quite perfect.
Rocking back on my knees, I run my hands up his thighs. His muscles tense beneath the dark denim.
We’re doing this. We’re really doing this.
And Katherine’s here with us.
Is she still okay with everything?
Because I know it’s one thing to intellectually be alright with something, but completely different when you’re confronted with it with your own eyes.
“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” Gabe asks, taking the words out of my mouth. He’s watching her with such a warm look that it makes my heart squeeze.
I love that we’re obviously on the same page. That he cares about her enough to check in.
She gives him a wicked smile. “Totally.”
Cupping his cheek, she leans in for a kiss. It goes from a sweet peck to full-on tongue-fucking in a second flat. She sucks on his tongue, and his body tightens. He shoves a hand into her hair, grabbing a messy chunk, holding her mouth right where he wants her.
I want that.
Long kisses, clinging to each other, forgetting everything else, and just giving in to the hormones.
But it’ll have to wait.
Right now, I need to make him explode. I give his cock a slow pump, and his rich groan rumbles between them. Katherine pulls back and they stare down at me with twin expressions of lust.
Hooking my hands behind his knees, I give him a quick tug, sliding his lower body and that fat cock closer to me. Obviously startled, he gasps softly but settles instantly, hot blue gaze urging me to finish what I started.
Time to gift him a blow job he won’t forget. My hands join my mouth, working up and down, gliding more easily now. He pumps his hips, nudging the back of my throat.
I breathe through it, relaxing as best I can.
“Is he making you feel good?” Katherine whispers. “He has a talented tongue, doesn’t he?”
Fuck if that’s not the sexiest thing ever.
She wants this.
Both of us. Sharing and pleasing and fucking until we can’t move.
My straight-laced bestie who only wears hip-hugging pencil skirts is letting her hair down, ready to play and so greedy for orgasms. How did I miss this side of her?
“So good,” Gabe agrees, sliding a hand into my hair.
Pleasure skips down my spine. No doubt I’m dribbling precum all over myself, which I kinda love because the thought of us messy and wrecked makes me hot all over.
She makes a pleased sound, and then they’re kissing again. Those breathless gasps and soft moans make me reach for my dick, giving it a rough stroke.
The soundtrack in this bedroom is fucking indecent, and I wish I could record it, but there’s no way I’m letting go of Gabe to reach for my phone. Not when his dick is surging beneath my fingers.
I memorize the way his pulse thunders beneath my lips, the unique texture of his veins, the softness of his skin. His masculine scent.
Gabe Rothburn smells like a techno-dream-boat. Like he actually gives a shit about smelling nice. But also, like him. Like man and sex and need.
We’re a mass of groaning, straining limbs, clutching hands and eager mouths.
I don’t let up. I just keep building, listening for those telltale hitches in his breath and feeling the tautness in his thighs.
“I’m gonna come...”
Katherine drops to the floor next to me, insatiable. I lift my head, making room for her.
I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous in my life. Hair mussed, cheeks bright pink, lips swollen, and her gaze locked on Gabe’s dick like it’s her favorite flavor of lollipop.
“Make him come, Wildfire.” I coast a hand down over her ass, giving the rounded globe a firm squeeze.
She leans in quickly, taking my spot, sinking down over him, sucking him deep. Deeper. Harder.
“Fuck yes, just like that, Princess. You guys are...” He trails off, sounding delightfully on the precipice.
Like a stiff breeze could send him over the edge.
Those brilliant blue eyes lock on me, and everything else falls away, soft and hazy.
He wants me. He likes me. And he wants Katherine. He likes Katherine.
This could work. We’ll make it work. We’ll figure out a way to make sure Alex is in this, too. Fuck the rest of the world and their stupid rules. If they felt this amazing, they’d all be in a relationship just like this.
Katherine groans like Gabe’s dick is the best thing she’s ever put in her mouth.
I lean in close, running a hand up the inside of her thighs. “That’s it, Wildfire,” I whisper. “Make him come right down your throat.”
“Dammit, King!”
He goes impossibly tight as he comes, hand opening and closing on his thigh. Kat gives another greedy moan and then lifts her head, licking her lips. A rivulet of pearly white cum dribbles down his shaft.
She swipes a thumb through it, then lifts it to her lips. I stop her halfway, hand closing around her wrist. Leaning over, I suck it into my mouth, lapping up the salty slickness.
“Delicious.”
Gabe’s mouth has dropped open, his gaze hooded. I was wrong before. This is his well-fed lion expression. Sated for the moment, but regathering his strength quickly.
We can’t have that.
I don’t know why, but I want him shattered. Demolished. Thinking about this, about us, for the rest of the day.
“Ohhh—fuck—” he says as I lick him clean.
Katherine crowds in, kisses my cheek, wraps an arm around my waist. What a cozy bubble. Both of us kissing and licking, keeping Gabe’s cock at attention.
His phone vibrates beneath my forearm, and he curses again.
“Sounds like your team is looking for you,” Katherine says, a teasing note in her voice.
“He’s got a company to run,” I agree.
“We’ll just have to keep ourselves occupied until he gets home.” She closes her hand around my dick, which jumps at her touch.
I’m dead. Just dead. Killed by overwhelming lust for my best-friend-turned-lover.
What a way to go.