24. Rhett
24
RHETT
W e’ve been circling Sloane like sharks, waiting for Reese’s bedtime. She’s upstairs now, tucking the girl in, and I’m pretty sure both the girls know something is up.
The little shorts and oversized shirt Sloane wore after her shower have me wondering why so many advertisements show women in lingerie instead of a man’s shirt swallowing her whole. The sight of Sloane in it makes my hands itch with the want to wander underneath that loose fabric to discover what’s waiting for me.
The moment I hear her on the steps, I’m standing at the bottom of them. She slows but doesn’t stop until she’s a stair above me. Her eyes search mine, and I snap, hands grabbing her waist and pulling her smoothly against me.
No resistance when I crash my mouth over hers. Sloane sinks her fingers into my hair and kisses me back, dousing my body with the kind of need I haven’t felt in years.
I greedily open her mouth, showing her exactly the tempo I want to take her at. Her knees go weak, and I take advantage, swinging her into my arms and carrying her into the living room to sit us on the couch.
Shep is sitting one cushion over, his hungry gaze intense as her thighs spread to press us together.
Fuck, I’m hard and aching, desperate to be inside her. But her hips grind slowly over me.
Cole appears from the side of the kitchen, transfixed.
Sloane doesn’t miss a beat, not even when I shift to unzip my pants and pull her back to rub herself over my boxer briefs. It’s only one lost layer, but she’s giving off so much heat that I already can’t wait to see her in full action. To see how much of us she can take.
We’ve never done this before, so I’m interested in seeing how far it will go.
My hands glide over her bare legs, soaking in the silkiness of her skin.
Shep shifts beside us, standing and hovering behind Sloane. His fingers hook the waist of her shorts. “Let’s get rid of these.”
And he yanks them down. Sloane nips my lower lip as she leans to help Shepard strip her shorts from her.
It’s not too long before I can tighten my embrace again, but long enough for me to tug down my briefs. Her folds splay around my cock when she returns to me, and her soft moan is perfect.
We thrust against each other for a few beats before I spread my legs and sink lower on the cushion. The angle gives me the perfect leverage to guide her down over my cock. She’s so wet. Hot. Tight.
I’m working to keep my thrusts long and slow, but she’s so goddamn tempting that my hips pick up speed and swing before too long.
Breathing through how sensitive she makes me, I grab her ass with both hands, massaging her firm bum before tracing the curve of her hips to her waist.
“Let’s get rid of this, too.” Cole is behind her now, Shepard sinking into the cushion beside us, an almost smile on his mouth.
She sits up as he gathers the shirt in his hands, the angle tightening her around me. I change my rhythm to compensate, and Sloane rewards me with a soft moan muffled in her T-shirt as it lifts enough to expose her bare breasts.
They bounce and swing as her arms reach above her head, and my mouth surrounds one rosy nipple before she’s free. Her pussy squeezes around me again when I suck hard.
Cole takes the opening, keeping her arched back with a hand under her chin. He stares down at her as I play with her tits.
Her heavy breathing spurs me on, sucking one hard and rolling her other nipple between my fingers and thumb. When her breath catches, I pinch, and her hips hitch, losing their rhythm.
I peer up to find Cole kissing away Sloane’s moans, keeping her quiet as I bounce her in my lap.
Leaning back, I watch myself disappear into her sweet pussy. I crave the feel of her clutching, pulsing orgasm around me. My thumb slips down to her clit, pressing and rubbing. I grin as she jerks, her moan half-cocked as Cole retreats an inch.
She grins up at him, and he smiles back before releasing her back against me.
“Well, hello again.”
Sloane laughs softly. “Hello again.”
I alter my grip on her, grabbing ahold of her thighs, spreading her a bit wider, and angling myself up to hit deep.
Her nails dig into my shoulders and neck as my pelvis rubs her cleft, and her eyes drown me with her desire. Her pleasure. It’s addictive. I haven’t stopped replaying the face she made when I made her come on top of that crate.
By far one of the hotter experiences of my life.
Almost as hot as this.
None of us have talked about this, planned it out, but the idea of filling her up completely rides my desires.
I grab her ass firmly in both hands, spreading her cheeks and meeting Cole’s gaze over Sloane’s shoulder, nodding to him before he drops his attention to Slone’s body. He’s as hungry for her as I am.
A glance spared at Shepard shows that curling Cheshire grin, like he can read my mind and knows exactly where we’re heading with this. He reaches forward to press his thumb into Sloane’s mouth. Her lips close around him with a soft hum.
Fuck, I want to fill her with my cum, and I don’t want this to end at the same time.
The sound of Cole unzipping his pants behind her makes her shudder.
“You ready for this?” Shep asks her.
She nods, his thumb still pressed along her tongue.
I find a sensitive spot on her throat and give it a light bite, nibbling as Cole lines himself up behind her.
“Good. Get ready,” I say in her ear.
Her muscles clamp down as Cole presses against her asshole, and I whisper soothing noises in her ear.
“Relax, love. It’s going to hurt if you fight it.” I massage her cheeks as his cock pushes past that tight ring of muscle.
Cole scrapes against her on the other side of that thin wall of flesh. Once he’s seated, he stops, letting her adjust.
God, if he could see her face, the utter hedonistic lust rolling her eyes back in her head.
“Fuck,” Shep swears, running his thumb over her bottom lip.
That’s Cole’s signal to move, thrusting slowly. I can feel every inch and alter my own moves so that she’s in a cycle of unending penetration. Her body relaxes to take it, splaying out across my chest.
Shep smooths hair from her forehead before he sits back to watch and wait his turn, although the way Sloane murmurs against her skin makes me think he could take her mouth easily. Maybe it’s too soon for that.
Might have been too soon for this, but adrenaline swims with the pleasure. Once we have a good cadence going, I gather her hair around my hand and arch her back enough to gain access to her mouth.
Her kiss is a sexy haze. Lazy but hot, it has my hips picking up speed and force. I eat Sloane’s moan. I’m obsessed with her, with every little twitch of her muscles, every soft noise, and the glaze of pleasure in her eyes, even when they focus wholly on me.
I’m trying hard not to be selfish, so I smooth my hand across her shoulder blades, down her spine, and over the generous curve of her ass before hooking her thighs in my grip.
Cole’s hand crawls up her back, slipping under her shoulders and rearing her back against his chest at a sweet angle. Her pussy clamps down on us so hard that we both groan.
The look on his face as he sinks his nose into her hair ricochets through me.
As kinky or as dirty as this gets, it’s about more than sex. I already feel it. I know the boss does, too. It’s written all over him.
He whispers something into her ear that makes her laugh softly and clench around us with it.
The apex of her thighs and that swollen pearl at her cleft call to me again. My touch slips down to stroke her. She shudders out a new, low moan.
I want to tap out an orgasm. I can’t believe she hasn’t had one yet, although she’s gotten close a few times, threatening to wring me dry.
Her lungs expand, pushing out her breasts as Cole bars her in his arms, an arm bolstered across her shoulders and her ribs. It leaves her tits free to bounce with our movements. Then a hand closes around one, palming it before squeezing down to her nipple.
Sloane makes a disbelieving noise as her hips roll.
I’m transfixed by the way her body bows, how she writhes and rides out a swell of pleasure. Her climax is long and breathtaking. I’m under her spell, tunneling through her quaking core until I follow her into oblivion.
It’s not enough.