19. Hayden
19
HAYDEN
D oing as Declan told me, I spun him out of my arms. He twisted back to me, his back against my chest. I dropped my hands to his waist and buried my face in his neck. We moved together as smoothly here on the kitchen floor as we had at the nightclubs we’d gone to years ago. It wasn’t quite as good as the way we moved in bed… scratch that… when we fucked because a bed didn’t always enter the equation and had no bearing on how good things were in that department, but it was close. Especially with her watching us, and hopefully, joining us soon.
Declan danced forward, and I followed, plastered to his back the way I liked. He was tall enough my dick didn’t rub against his back. No. With his long legs, I could tease us by grinding into the crack of his ass.
His hands gripped mine, pulling them forward toward her. I kept my pleading gaze hidden, but fuck, I wanted her with us. Taking the plunge, I opened my eyes, resting the side of my face against Declan’s head, moving us to the music without pause.
“Dance with us, colibrí.” I released one of his hands, extending mine toward her, beckoning her to join us.
Indecision warred in her eyes, an inner battle playing out across her delicate features for us to see.
“What? No… no… I… umm… I can’t.”
Those words… ‘I can’t’ told me all I needed to know. And apparently, Declan came to the same conclusion.
“Yeah, you can, sweetness. There ain’t no way you look the way you do and be unable to move.”
He let go of my hand and held his out next to, but not touching mine. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, if she chose him over me or me over him, I’d be hurt. We were a packaged deal. And we wanted her to be part of that package.
She didn’t disappoint me. She took one of his hands and one of mine, and my heart sang.
As cheesy as that sounds, that’s what happened.
My heart sang. As if choreographed, Declan and I gently led her into the kitchen from her hiding spot near the door and into our arms, Declan’s back nestled against my chest, and Marcie snuggled safely against Declan’s, my long reach encircled them both with ease. Stiff and hesitant at first, she loosened up the longer we swayed to the music softly playing in the background. She laid her cheek on Declan’s muscled chest, her left hand tucked under her chin. Declan and I laced our hands together at her left hip, entwining her other hand with ours to place three hands over his heart. My head rested against his as we shared our sweetness, our movements in perfect harmony.
Peace and happiness enveloped me. I thought I couldn’t be happier than before Declan and I imploded, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
Declan called us puzzle pieces that fit, but not quite, not at this moment. In this small space in time, everything fits. Everything makes sense. Well, not everything. The years Declan and I spent apart when we could’ve been together, those don’t make sense other than to say I was a fucking idiot.
Determined not to make the same mistake again, especially not now when it seems we found the person who could be ours, who could fill all these tiny gaps where our puzzle pieces don’t quite fit, I vowed to protect them both, no matter the cost.
Now, we needed to piece together how this would work. Declan and I needed to make sure Marcy didn’t feel like a third wheel. She would need to learn that she was an integral part of what makes this relationship work. Not just our relationship as a triad, but also the individual relationships as well. Especially mine and Declan’s, because as happy as we were together, it was a struggle, thanks to the friction from all our rough edges. Her softness could balance that out, so we all got the ending we longed for and deserved.
I don’t know how long we stood wrapped together, swaying to the music, but it wasn’t long enough.
“This is nice,” she murmured, her voice so low I barely heard her.
“It is, colibrí,” I said, letting go of their hands to run my fingers down her face.
The tender moment ended when her belly grumbled, and her hands flew to her face.
“Oh, my goodness. That’s so embarrassing.”
I chuckled, pulling her into my arms when Declan wiggled out from between us. He planted a kiss on her temple, then pulled my lips to his, looking in my eyes. He stepped away, his face wreathed in the most beautiful smile.
“I’ll finish breakfast. Do you like Tex-Mex, sweetness?”
“Umm… you don’t have to cook for me?”
“You might as well put a sock in it, sweetness. Declan loves feeding the people he cares for.”
“It’s the southerner in me. Now, do you like Tex-Mex?”
She nodded, and Declan returned to the food he was preparing when I came into the kitchen while I held the woman we wanted to share our lives with. It sounded ridiculous, considering we had just met her, but it was the same for me with Declan. So, why should Marcie be any different?
“Wanna sit on the island and help me pester Declan?”
“I heard that.”
I leaned over, way over, to whisper in her ear, making sure my lips brushed her flesh. “I meant for him to. And you didn’t answer me,” I said, nipping her ear.
She shivered, her body brushing against mine. I couldn’t wait to make her do that after I stripped her naked. The thought of her bare and spread out before me and Declan made my cock throb, and I made certain she felt what she did to me when I stood up. I pressed the hardening flesh against her, rubbing it gently from side to side over her belly.
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Me, too,” I said, wrapping my hands around her waist.
She was soft and womanly in all the best ways but her waist was so damn tiny that my thumbs and fingers touched when I lifted her to carry her to the counter. When I sat her down, she tried being ladylike, but I wasn’t having any of that. I decided to push, to see what liberties she’d let me take. Cause I wanted them all.
I wedged my hips between her splayed thighs. Damn if that didn’t send my libido to the fucking moon on a rocket. She hadn’t even kissed me, and I was hard enough to hammer nails.
Grabbing a piece of fruit Declan had cut, I teased her mouth with the strawberry. She opened, her breasts heaving as she panted and bit down. Her blue gaze held mine as I stared into her eyes while she chewed the berry. Juice gathered on her lips, and I had to taste her.
I cupped her face, leaning in slowly, giving her the chance to say no, but she didn’t. Hell, her eyes didn’t even flicker to Declan. I took her mouth, sipping and sucking at her lips while my hands dropped to her thighs. My thumbs brushed back and forth across the tops, pushing closer and closer to the crease where her legs met her torso.
She gasped when my thumbs dipped between her legs near her pussy, and I plunged my tongue into her mouth, taking it the way I wanted to take her. All of her. I wanted her riding my face while Declan fucked hers.
“Jesus fuck, you two are gonna make me come in my pants.”
Marcie squeaked and jerked away from me, her eyes flying to Declan’s. A frustrated growl grew in my chest, but I forced it into submission as I turned my attention to the beautiful, slender column of her neck. Her pulse hummed under my tongue and lips. I sucked the flesh, careful not to leave marks, although I wanted to. So, so much. I wanted to mark her for the world to see. I wanted everyone to know she belonged to me. And to Declan.
“Can I kiss you, sweetness?”
Her heart rate surged, and I said, “She likes that.”
A needy sound vibrated from her throat, but when it came out, Declan’s mouth muffled it. I left the feast of her neck to watch my husband ravage her. Declan was aggressive and passionate with me to the point some people might think we should fight instead of fuck, but the way he kissed her was so different. Reverent almost, but no less sexy.
While Declan kept her mouth busy, I distracted myself with her curves. My hand slid under her top. I nearly whimpered when my fingers encountered her bra, but then sighed when I found the front clasp. It opened easily, and her breasts fell free. I cupped one, weighing it, and thanked all the holy things on the planet.
If she felt this good in my hand, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have her bare in front of me, pressing the globes together so I could lick and suck both her nipples at the same time. My thumb brushed her pebbled flesh, and one of her hands landed on my shoulder, her nails digging in. I smirked.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive and needy. I bet your pussy is soaking your panties the way I wish it was drenching my cock.”
The sound she made sent shivers of need through me. I kept teasing her breasts, plucking and pulling her nipples before caressing them softly, a bit of bite before a soothing touch.
My other hand slipped between her thighs.
“Fuck, vato, she’s on fire.”
Declan’s hand slid under mine to feel her. She whimpered, a needy, wanton sound, and he growled, but he didn’t release her mouth.
My mouth found her ear, and I whispered, “Do you wanna ride my fingers, colibrí? Do you want Papi to make you feel extra good?”
The guttural ‘uh huh’ shot through me like a bolt of lightning. I snuck my hand into the waist of her leggings and sighed when I found her flesh bare and wet. Oh, so fucking wet. Dying to taste her, I dipped my fingers between her pussy lips, gathering as much of her nectar as I could before pulling my hand free.
“Vato, look at me,” I ordered, and he pulled from her mouth reluctantly.
I painted his wet, shiny lips with her fluids, then took his mouth with mine. We both moaned. Fuck me, she tasted good on Declan’s mouth. I couldn’t wait to make a feast of him after he’d tongue fucked her to an orgasm or two.
“Good golly, that’s… wow.”
I smirked at the innocent way she cursed. His Adam’s apple slid under my palm when I wrapped my hand around his throat. “Kiss her and make it good, because if she draws attention, you won’t get your prize.”
Defiance flashed white-hot in his eyes, just as it always did when the Domly side of the switch I had married flipped roles on me. I waited, and waited some more, but he kissed me quickly before turning back to take her mouth.
I watched them, wishing we were somewhere private and that she’d taken us up on our offer last night, but it was okay. We had her with us now, and that’s what matters.
I slipped my hand back into her pants. This would work if I wasn’t such a greedy fucker, but I was, so it didn’t. I couldn’t get the right angle. I didn’t want to tease her, at least not completely. No, I wanted to buried my fingers in her dripping pussy until the walls tightened down and refused to let go.
Spotting the paring knife Declan had been using, I pulled my other hand from under her shirt and cut a slit in her leggings.
She wrenched her mouth free and stared at me as I dropped the knife into the sink.
“You… you… Did you… cut a hole in my leggings?”
I shrugged. “I needed more room.”
Her big, blue, Kewpie doll eyes blinked at me as her mouth hung open.
Declan’s fingers joined mine as we traced her folds through the cut I made in her leggings.
“That’s the only complaint I have about legging season. Not enough room for anything fun,” Declan said.
I watched her face. Indecisive, indignant, and incredulous all flashed in her eyes. However, they all fell away when my ring finger circled her opening before pressing into her depths. Slowly, surely, until I buried my finger as deep as possible. Her walls clenched around me, and her head fell back on her shoulders.
Declan’s hand fisted in her hair, forcing her to look at what we were doing to her.
“Watch us,” he ordered. “Watch what we’re doing, sweetness. If it gets to be too much, you let us know.”
“It’s no… oh, God, it’s not.”
I smirked when she lost her words because I’d buried a second finger in her.
“She’s so fucking tight. She’s gonna feel amazing wrapped around our dicks, carino.”
“Not at the same time,” she gasped, more question than statement.
“Not the first time, but if Declan and I get our way, it’ll happen.”
The moan she unleashed filled the room, and Declan took her mouth to shut her up. We picked the wrong spot for this, but I’d be damned if I was stopping until she’d come. I’d make sure the next time we were somewhere she could scream for us.
A vision in the way she responded to us, she gave up control easily, but she also demanded beautifully. Her hand, tiny in comparison when wrapped around my wrist, held my fingers inside her. She didn’t want to be fucked so much as she wanted her walls stroked.
I couldn’t wait to get my cock in her, but I would. When that happened, I wanted to spend all the time I could edging her. As it was, when she got off, I was gonna need Declan bent over some surface so I could unleash the savage beast in my pants.
I’d not been with a woman since Lucia, and she was a Marine, twice the size of our girl. It would take a while before I felt comfortable letting loose completely with her. We’d get there. Of that I had no doubt.
“Look at the two of you. So fucking beautiful. So needy and wanton. I can’t wait to get you both in bed under me.”
They moaned without breaking their kiss, but her eyes popped open, and she side-eyed me. As a reward, I twist my fingers inside her. She gushed, drenching my fingers. She was close, and apparently, she loved my filthy mouth.
“Do you want that, colibrí? Do you want me to fuck you with Declan’s cock?”
A needy whimper and a deep, wanton groan blended into my own personal symphony and my cock throbbed pushing against my zipper.
“Fuck, Papi, if you keep talking like that she’s not the only one who’s gonna come.”
“Won’t be the first time I got you off without touching your dick.”
“I’d rather wait until you bend me over something.”
“Oh God, shut up. I’m going to come.”
Declan joined me in laughing at her. He leaned over between us, murmuring, “That’s the point, sweetness, but if you want me to shut up, I need some other way to occupy my mouth.”
It wasn’t a great angle, but he made the best of it. His tongue wiggled itself between my hand and her pussy, licking her clit. I forced a third finger in her, and she fell back onto the island and I leaned over her, pushing her shirt out of the way so I could fucking finally get a glimpse of the tits I’d been fantasizing about since I caught sight of her the first time.
“Fuck. Declan, her tits… they’re goddamn beautiful,” I moaned before sucking a nipple into my mouth hard, and deep, nursing at it with my whole mouth.
Her back arched, and I got my wish. Her walls clamped down around my fingers and come gushed from her, drenching the front of my pants and Declan’s face.
“Oh, fuck.”
Declan’s head dropped to rest on her pubic bone as he groaned and shuddered through his orgasm.
I clenched my teeth to keep from following him over the edge. I pushed him to the floor, ripped open my tactical pants and buried my cock in his throat. I fucked his face ruthlessly. One hand knotted in his hair, and the other reached out to fist in Marcie’s, pulling her to my mouth. I needed to taste her. I couldn’t come until I had both of them submitting to my will.
The glide of her tongue over mine and the flavor of her mouth pushed me closer to the orgasm building in my system. Declan’s tongue worked my shaft as I plunged in and out of his mouth.
He jerked my pants down. One hand fondled my nuts while the fingers of the other forced their way between my ass cheeks to tap at my hole, and I lost it.
A kaleidoscope of color burst open behind my closed eyelids. Leaving her mouth, I looked down and groaned through gritted teeth as cum exploded from my dick, filling Declan’s mouth till it overflowed and dribbled down his chin.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.”
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Marcie jumped from the counter, her hands fumbling under her baggy sweatshirt. I yanked her to me, kissed her deep and quick.
“Go get cleaned up, colibrí.”
She nodded but didn’t move. I gave her a shove and smacked her ass for good measure.
She jumped, looked over her shoulder as an ‘eep’ slipped from her kiss-swollen lips. Indignant fire filled her eyes, and I arched a brow as I tucked my cock back in my pants. When her eyes dropped to my crotch and her tongue dragged over those bee stung looking lips, I nearly said fuck it and shoved her face into the counter and my cock in her cum drenched cunt
Instead, I said, “Move. Now. Or get an actual spanking and not just a good girl pop on the ass.”
She took off like a shot from my sniper rifle, and I smirked after her.
“Well, that was fun.”
I turned to see Declan drying his face and hands, and I laughed so hard my sides hurt.