Chapter 29 Isla
ISLA
The first thing I noticed, before the mouths and hands and touches in intimate places, is how careful they are with me.
And I never thought I’d find that, especially if people knew my history. I’ve slept with a lot of people, in a world that can often lean kinky. People’s expectations are high when they know that.
I’ve even had threesomes before. Enough of them to understand the logistics and the awkward moments searching for comfort or where to put a hand.
Someone always ends up watching for a while, someone waiting.
Because of the world I lived in, where bikers are typically both greedy and selfish, it was usually two women and one biker.
Because God forbid a man can share with another one.
But what this is, isn’t that.
They tiptoe into each sexual encounter to ensure I’m okay with every step.
After all, I’m in the middle of their living room, Garrett stroking his cock, while Kai eases his fingertips through my wetness.
And I’m perfectly fine with it.
For a heartbeat, I think about what Karlie said. That I look like a con artist, trying to elevate myself above the club girls so I’ll be taken seriously. The words were rough and hurt my heart.
“You okay?” Garrett asks.
Of course, he’d notice. “I really want to stay in this moment with you. Can I tell you later?”
He smiles at me reassuringly. “If you’re sure it can wait, then yeah.”
“It can,” I promise. Because, well, it can.
Kai slides his hands away from my pussy. “We can stop. Change things. Whatever you need.”
I huff. “What I want is for you to put your hand back where it was and keep doing what you were doing.”
That garners a chuckle from both of them, and I see Garrett is rolling on a condom.
God, the way he stretched me last time… I once heard Quinn and her exclusive book club laughing at an author who had described the hero’s cock as the diameter of a soda can.
It sounded extreme. While Garrett isn’t that girthy, he’s by far the thickest I’ve ever seen.
“I’ve got a better idea than my fingers,” Kai says. “I feel like what you need is Garrett’s cock.”
He encourages me to sit on Garrett’s lap, but this time, facing away from him.
“Just like that,” Kai says. “I think Garrett needs to see the view I had last time. Needs to see what his cock looks like when he fucks you.”
Garrett raises an eyebrow at Kai, and something sweet and tender flows between the two of them. I sometimes wonder if I’m here just so some of their mature and happy and loving relationship rubs off on me.
Together, they guide me down onto the sofa. The cushions are absurdly deep, and my knees sink into them. Garrett’s palm sits on my lower back. His other holds his cock to my opening.
“Fuck,” Garrett grunts. “I see what you mean. So fucking wet.”
He rubs the tip of his cock through the wetness and over my clit before lining up with my lips to push through them.
“Garrett,” I gasp.
Kai reaches for the hem of the T-shirt and pulls it over my head, but I don’t feel exposed.
I clasp my hands behind my head, close my eyes, and tilt my head up, focusing hard on the point we’re connected. The pressure is in the exact place I need it, almost more than I can handle.
It feels too good.
Kai kisses me as his thumbs brush over my nipples.
My body shivers. The kiss isn’t about urgency; it’s deep and grounding, his mouth warm. For the first time in my life, I’m fully present.
I’m just…here.
Garrett’s hand grips my hip tightly as he guides me to work him. An inch at a time. A tiny back-and-forth as I lubricate him.
I know they offered lubrication, but I’ve always naturally gotten very wet, and for me, lube can sometimes make it harder to come. Like, if there isn’t enough friction.
“The control it’s taking to not just fuck hard right into you,” Garrett says. “Watching your lips drag over my cock is something else. Want to see ‘em dripping with my cum.”
Kai smiles at me. “If he starts getting chatty, you know you’re doing something right.”
I can’t help but chuckle.
“God fucking help us,” Garrett says with a grunt, edging in farther. “She squeezes the fuck out of me when she laughs.”
The next time we move, I sink as low as I can. The need to let him fill me taking over from the care they want to show me.
“Ah,” I cry, but there’s no mistaking my tone of enjoyment.
I do it again, almost slipping off him before grinding down hard.
Three more strokes and I’m seated. Garrett is so deep, I can feel his pulse. When I lift, Garrett groans. “Should see the ring of cream around my cock.”
I glance over my shoulder to see him fixated on where we are joined. I feel his hand move between us, then see his thumb covered in me before he dips it into his mouth.
The need in his eyes matches my own.
“Ride me, Isla,” he instructs.
And I realize what I’m feeling is perfectly normal arousal, and not desensitized obligation. I’m with two men who care deeply about making sure I enjoy his. Maybe it’s time to remember what it is I enjoy so I can show them.
Kai stands and unbuckles his jeans, shoving both the denim and his underwear down over his hips. “You feel like sucking my cock, Isla?”
It’s long, and for a heartbeat, I wonder if we shouldn’t have done this the other way around. I should have fucked Kai and sucked Garrett. Then, it dawns on me that I can do that next time, and I smile. “Yes please.”
It takes a moment to get the angles right. Kai kneels in front of me, and we quickly figure out that Kai will have to hold his cock for me so I can put my hands on his thighs to get the leverage to fuck Garrett.
None of it is awkward. We’re all chasing the same thing.
My body thrums, so alive that I feel like I could come in a second.
I lick the head of Kai’s cock, tasting the salty pre-cum. I remember what he said when we had sex, that he would want to fuck me after Garrett has already come in me. And I find myself wanting that too.
We should get tested soon.
With his free hand, Kai strokes the side of my face. I do my best to look up at him as I suck him into my mouth.
His back immediately arches. “Fuck.”
Garrett takes control of my hips, guiding me over his cock.
Kai slips his hand around the back of my neck. “You don’t like…anything…pinch my thigh.”
I hum my acknowledgement of what he says, and he thrusts farther into my throat.
It’s impossible to think.
Everything feels so…full. And natural. There’s no rush to chase the sensations. I can feel the heat of Garrett between my legs. I’m surrounded by the scent of Kai’s musk. I’m pinned between two men I’m falling for.
Have fallen for.
I want this feeling of being enough, of being worshipped, to last forever.
What stays with me, even as my orgasm builds and my awareness narrows, is how connected this all feels.
Every time I shift, someone checks in. Every time, steady hands guide me.
I thought being with two men might pull me apart, would test my own sense of loyalty.
But instead, I feel like I’m being threaded back together.
“Ah, fuck,” Garrett says. “Isla, you’re killing…me.”
“Wish you could see his face,” Kai says, punctuating the sentence with his deepest thrust, his cock passing into my throat. “He’s so…turned on.”
I relax the back of my throat. Saliva escapes my mouth, landing on Garrett’s knees.
“So…deep,” Kai grunts. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Move if you don’t swallow,” he says. But I shake my head, even as my eyes water. I look up at him as best I can with fierce determination to make him come on his next thrust.
There’s an intensity to his eyes that sends a pulse to my already sensitized core.
I want to come too.
I want to join him.
I want Garrett to come with us.
I try my best to move my hips faster. Catching what I’m doing, Garrett assists.
It takes three more seconds for Kai to grip my head with both hands and stay deep, with just the slightest back-and-forth as he pulses in my mouth. Saliva dribbles down my chin.
Kai’s hips thrust four more times as he gasps and his cock pulses in me.
“Isla,” he growls. “Fuck.”
He slips out of my throat, but not my mouth, and continues to edge back and forth.
“You sucked…him so good, Isla. Now, I want to feel you come on my cock,” Garrett says, his voice gruff.
Kai pulls out of me, and some of his cum spills from my mouth too.
I gasp, one of desperation, as he falls back on the sofa. With my hands less necessary to hold myself up, I can move freely, and I move exactly how I want to. I roll my hips when Garrett is deep.
“Oh, God, Garrett,” I cry.
I almost forget that anyone else is here as I chase what I need. His cock feels so good inside me. Desperation builds. A need to come swelling inside me.
Kai slides his finger to my clit and presses down firmly as I dig my nails into his shoulder to stay upright. The tightly coiled orgasm shimmers close.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Look at me,” Kai instructs, and I do as he says. I move my eyes to his, and he nods. “You want to come for us both? You can. You’ve been such a good girl, Isla. You deserve to come. Show me how good it feels.”
The praise is the last thing I need as I explode. I swear I see lights that make my head spin. Kai takes the hand I hadn’t realized I’d reached out and grips it tightly.
I grind on Garrett’s cock, wanting to drag the sensations out for as long as I can.
“Isla,” Garrett grunts, and I feel his cock pulse in me as he comes. I glance over my shoulder as I gasp for breath and see the strain in his face as the orgasm washes through him. His head is back, his jaw taut. Muscles twitch in his neck.
And then, all the tension in his body relaxes.
The next thing I know, we’re a tangled mess on the sofa, limbs everywhere. The world reduced to the three of us, warm and contented, as Garrett’s cock slips from my body.
Kai is the one who lazily gets up, tucks himself into his jeans, and then zips them up. He disappears for a minute, but reappears with some tissues, and patiently cleans both me and Garrett up.
When we’re done, Kai rearranges us so I’m sitting on his lap.
“Can’t wait to sit with you like that when my ribs are better,” Garrett says.
I reach out for his hand. “There’ll be lots of time for us to do lots of things, once you’re better.”
“You feel like telling us what had you spooked when we first started?” Kai asks.
I think back to what had triggered the thought.
“It was what Karlie said. I was standing there, feeling good about what was happening in my life. Feeling more than good, if I’m honest. But then Karlie’s words came to mind.
The implication that I was a con artist who had seen a way to attract bikers by trying to put myself above club girls.
That wasn’t what I did. But I know it could be seen that way.
And I know some of that is the low self-esteem that comes with being a club girl, at times.
You get picked up and shook so many times by so many people, and it’s like, each one of them finds you lacking because they never stay.
” I pause for a second and take a deep breath.
Maybe it’s because I just came, but I feel the sting of tears. “Sorry, I’m blabbering.”
Garrett shakes his head. “Honesty. Told you that. It’s all I want from you. And that was honest. I’m not gonna guess what was going on in Karlie’s head when she saw the two of you. But know this: I didn’t once, even for a millisecond, think that’s what you were doing.”
Kai tightens his arms around me. “You basically waved a crowbar at me to shoo me off when I tried to help you with the damn fence.”
“And the cameras. And the help with the car.” Garrett sighs. “If Karlie wants you as a friend still, she’ll come around. If she doesn’t, it’s her loss.”
I settle my head against Kai’s chest and wonder if it’s that simple.