37. Declan
37
DECLAN
O ne hand fumbled to turn the camera around while the other opened my belt, yanking it from the denim loops. The sound filled the air, and Marcie’s eyes widened with interest.
Not the time for that. Not with the way I felt.
I chucked the belt toward the chair in the corner, opening my pants before it made it there.
Hayden’s voice came through the phone loud and clear.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Vato’s gonna fuck you good for Papi, pequena. You’re gonna be a good girl for him, aren’t you?”
“Umm hmm,” Marcie whined.
That needy wanton sound coming from Marcie, combined with Hayden’s deep, sexy rumble, set off fireworks in my groin. As my dick popped free of my jeans, I gripped the base to keep from coming. The two of them, hundreds of miles apart, were bad enough. Once we were all in the same room, my head would explode.
Both of them.
“Good girl. Are you excited to ride Daddy’s cock and put on a show for Papi?”
“Fuck, Hayden, shut up.”
Hayden chuckled darkly, and Marcie fucking giggled. Damn brats.
“Oh, pequena, you’re in for a treat. Your Daddy is in a mood. He’s gonna pummel your pussy until you can’t fucking walk. The last time he got hold of my ass in that mood, I didn’t walk right for a week.”
That was three fucking years ago I wanted to say, but I kept the comment to myself and said, “Okay. I’m fucking hanging up. It’s clear we have your permission.”
Hayden got quiet for a moment, then said, “Vato, you didn’t need permission. She’s ours. Equally, and we’re hers. You two wanna fuck? Fuck. Just be sure to tell me about it.”
The smile in his voice told me all I needed to know.
“I love you, Papi.”
“Same, vato. Colibrí, take care of him for me. I’ll see you soon. We’ll be heading that way as soon as Jackson gets discharged. Which should be in a few hours, thank fuck, because I need to lose myself in the two of you. Just thinking about what’s about to happen has me hard as a rock.”
“Save it so you can go savage on us when you get here.”
“Will do. Pequena, what’s your job?”
“Umm,” she smirked, tapping her finger against her chin before saying, “make Daddy’s head explode?”
“That’s Papi’s girl. Have fun.” The phone disconnected, cutting Hayden’s laughter off and dropping the room into silence.
Tossing the phone to the side, I ripped off the rest of my clothes and climbed into bed with my girl. She giggled as I tackled her. The soft curves of her body melted into mine, filling my hands and hard planes with lushness.
Our mouths latched onto each other. Our hands roamed, caressing, first gently and then with more urgency. My lips trailed from hers, feasting on everything from her mouth to her tits.
Fuck me!
Those tits I imagined more times than I could count were even more beautiful up close and personal. Bigger than a handful with the prettiest pink tips. I tongued them, massaging and teasing, until her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. Every lick, suck, and nip made her long, drawn out moan end in a needy whine. The litany of sounds were the best song I’d ever heard.
She wiggled as I played until her legs locked around my waist, and her pussy cradled my dick. My stiffness slid through her wetness, and I stifled a groan until she did it again. The little minx was well on her way to making my head explode, and I hadn’t even gotten inside her yet.
I gripped her face, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “Sweetness, I’m trying not to lose my shit, but…”
Her hands threaded into my hair, yanking my mouth back to hers. Our tongues dueled, twisting and turning as I ground my cock into the hot, wet, mess between her thick, quivering thighs.
Fuck!
Her thighs were thick and toned, without being too firm. Like her ass, her thighs had some give when you squeezed them. She was like a perfectly ripe peach on a hot summer day.
She arched against the bed and rolled us over onto my back. Straddling me as she sat up, her tits bounced, and I pinched the pert, pink nipples between my fingers.
“I want you to lose your shit, Daddy. I want you to fuck me like the savage beast I saw you turn into that night I caught you and Papi in the hallway when you shoved him against the wall.”
“Are you sure, sweetness? Daddy can get a bit feral.”
Her response nearly did me in.
She didn’t say a word, but her answer rang loud and clear. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, her fingers didn’t meet, but damn if they didn’t look good around my dick. She squeezed me tight, rubbing my cock against her clit and opening. Precum gushed from me, mixing with her arousal, making things slick enough that I popped inside her.
“Oh!” she screamed at the sudden intrusion, and I was close to doing the same.
Holy fuck she was tight.
The ring of muscles at her opening gripped around me firmly, and I pressed upward slightly, my eyes locked on her face. Her mouth rounded with a gasp as she sank down my shaft.
“Oh, God, you’re…” she panted, leaning back, bracing her palms against my thighs, keeping me from going any deeper.
I smirked. “That’s right baby girl, your Daddy’s dick is big. Papi’s is even bigger, and we’re going to ruin that pretty little pussy.”
What I lacked in length, which wasn’t much, I more than made up for in girth, and she was tiny. So fucking tiny. My cock felt like she’d locked it in a vise.
Fucking heaven on earth.
“I don’t… oh gosh… Declan!”
“Take your time, baby girl, Daddy likes the view,” I said, her body flushing pink.
Rubbing her clit, and pulling her lips apart, I watched her hole stretch and suck me in. Her pussy was so very greedy.
To distract myself, I said, “Grab my phone, baby.”
She handed it to me without question, her body moved, opening her up some more, and I slid another inch or so into her tight heat.
“You’re so big,” she gasped, holding herself off my lap, but her pussy wasn’t on the same page. It wanted me, milking and sucking me into her depths.
“Lean back,” I demanded, snapping a photo of her beautiful body when she did as told.
“Fuck, sweetness. You’re goddamn gorgeous.”
Her pussy stretched around my thickness, her head tilted back, her face obscured by the filter I used to blur out the background. I showed her the photo. Her eyes widened at the image that would live rent-free in my mind until I took my last breath.
“Oh! Wow!”
“You like seeing my dick split you open, huh?” I asked, pushing up into her a little more, her breath catching in her throat.
“Should I send it to Papi?” I asked.
A high-pitched, needy whine filled the room, and I chuckled.
“Want me to show him what he’s missing?”
“Yes!” she gasped, and she slid onto me fully, her response turning to a keening moan that I wanted to hear every day.
Multiple times.
I pressed send, dropped the phone next to us, and pulled her toward me, taking her mouth with mine. I gripped her hip to hold her steady as I thrust upwards as she whined into my kiss.
My head pressed back into the mattress as my hand wrapped around her throat, pushing her away so our eyes met.
“What’s your safe word, baby girl?”
“The colors,” she moaned as I tested the grip of her pussy looking for the spot that would make her see stars.
“Ahhhh!”
There it is. I did it again as I asked, “What colors? What do they mean? Tell Daddy.”
“Red is stop. Green is go. Yellow means slow down.”
“Good girl. What color are you?”
“Green, Daddy. So, so, green.”
“Can I trust you to use your words if your color changes?” I asked, holding her in place as I thrust into her slowly, only to retreat and do it again.
And again.
Pushing and pulling in and out of her slowly while holding her so she couldn’t move or rush me. She’d learn to take what I gave her when I gave it to her. She’d come.
Eventually.
But it would be on my timeline.
Not hers.
“I asked you a question, sweetness. Can I trust you to use your words if your color changes?”
“Yes! Please. Daddy, I need you!”
“Grab the headboard, and don’t let go.”
She didn’t hesitate. The look of submission on her face speared through my soul, lighting me on fire from the inside out. She was utter fucking perfection, and she was all ours. Mine and Hayden’s. I couldn’t fucking wait to have him here in bed with us, between us, over us. I wanted to worship him with her and use her to make his fucking head explode.
I pulled her off me until just the head of my dick was inside her. Holding her there, I groaned through gritted teeth as her pussy sucked at my hard flesh. The sight of my cock glistening with her fluids spurred me on. I couldn’t wait any longer to fill her full.
With her held in place, I thrust up into her. Over and over. Burying my cock to the hilt until she screamed. Her tits bounced above me, but something was off. Flipping her onto her back, I dragged her ass into my lap before bending over her, taking her mouth with mine.
We moved together, perfectly, this position putting her closer to me, giving me the connection I was missing before. It was more loving, less hookup-y. There’d be time for that another… time. Like later today?
I moved in her and over her, and fuck she felt like a dream. With a body made for sin. For a man to lose himself in. For him to love.
No! Fuck him. Me. Us. Hayden and I. She was ours. I’d gut any fucker who said different.
I plowed into her. Fucking her hard and fast, pushing her toward the head of the bed. Through gritted teeth, I growled at her to put her hands against the headboard.
The first plunge pegged her in the exact right spot, and she curled up on herself, her hands flying to my neck. Her eyes screwed shut, and her face contorted in a silent scream. Her nails clawing my skin from the back of my neck down my arms to my elbows. The burning pain mingled with the sensation of her walls squeezing me as she met me thrust for thrust while she fought not to come drove me wild, awakening a beast within me. A savage animal that I hoped to spend years trying to tame with her. With Hayden. With the two of them together.
Slipping a hand between us, I tweaked her clit, flicking and pinching it until she writhed against me, grinding her crotch into mine, lighting me up inside and setting the orgasm building in me on fucking fire.
She had to come.
Right.
Fucking.
Now.
Because I wasn’t getting off before she did, and the way her pussy milked my cock had me on the edge. Another wave of possession rolled through me. My vision faded out to black at the edges, and I could see our futures. The three of them braided together like the tightest fucking rope.
The images spurred me forward, pushing me toward the orgasm I needed to hold off… just… a bit… longer.
“Come for me, sweet girl. Drench Daddy’s cock.”
She must’ve been waiting for permission, because she shattered under me, her climax triggering my own. The wet, sloppy sounds of our bodies crashing together as my fluids mixed with hers, as ropes of come shot from my body, filling her up.
I collapsed onto the bed next to her, trying to catch my breath as I pulled her into my arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Holy crap, and I’ve agreed to being owned by two of you? What in the world did I get myself into?” she muttered.
Laughter and happiness bubbled up, and I shook as I tried and fucking failed to suppress it.
I patted the bed for my phone.
“We probably ruined it,” I said as my hand closed over it. The expensive gadget was covered in cum again. Hers and mine. “I blame you,” I said, looking at her.
She stacked her fists on my chest before propping her chin on them. A sexy, sweet smirk graced her gorgeous face when her gaze met mine.
“Excuse me, sir… Please recall the events of the day correctly. I was an innocent bystander until you snatched me up and dragged me into this bed. I probably have bruises, beard burn, and…”
“Are you complaining, sweetness? If so, we won’t discuss the fact that you shifted into a goddamn wildcat. I think I need stitches.”
“Are you complaining, Daddy?”
“You fucking brat!” I rolled her onto her back, tickling her while kissing us both breathless.
When we parted, her phone and mine dinged, and we smiled. We lost mine somewhere in the bedclothes, but it was good to know we didn’t drown it. She reached for hers, and I cuddled behind her as she opened the notification.
Hayden
I’m gonna find a fucking paddle and take the case of blue balls I’m dealing with out on both your asses. That photo caused this.
His next text was a picture of his straining cock. My mouth watered at the sight. I couldn’t wait for him to make good on his promise to…
Marcie
You could always use Daddy’s belt.
I took her phone from her and called him. His face flashed on the screen, and he groaned.
“Fuck you two are beautiful together.”
Marcie’s face and shoulders flushed. The color spread down her body front and back, heating us both.
“Our girl here might be reconsidering…”
“The hell you say. I don’t fucking think so. She’s ours. She said so.”
“I didn’t say anything of the kind. I asked what I signed up for when I agreed to be owned by you both.”
“Fuck, I like the sound of that, colibrí.”
I agreed, but the words got cut off by a commotion behind him. He turned and sighed. “The boss man is breaking out. We’ll be getting on the road soon.”
“Travel safe, Papi.”
Marcie’s voice sounded so sweet and sleepy. As she dozed off, I watched my husband’s face take on the softest expression I’d ever seen him make. I cuddled our girl closer.
“I’m not sure I can take things slow,” he said.
I huffed. “When did we ever do anything at a normal pace?”
“True.” He paused, his eyes darting over mine and Marcie’s faces. “I barely survived the last three years. Now, I know if something happened, I wouldn’t be able to go on. You’ve owned me from the moment we met, and now, seeing the two of you together, it’s like you suggested all those years ago. She’s the puzzle piece that makes us work together.”
I smiled at him, elated that he felt the same as me.
“I like puzzles,” Marcie murmured, and Hayden and I did our best not to laugh at her.
“Hayden?”
He turned to the voice that called to him from off camera, and he sighed. “See you soon, vato.”
I lay with Marcie until I was certain she was asleep. Then, I moved her out of my arms into the center of the bed with a pillow under her head. I grabbed Squirt off the nightstand and sat him on the pillow I placed in my spot.
Once I tucked her in, I kissed her forehead and headed to the shower. When I came out, I had a towel wrapped around my waist and another rubbing the moisture from my hair. I stood at the end of the bed watching her sleep while pulling on clean clothes.
When dressed, I kissed her again, then placed her phone on the charger. Grabbing mine, I cleaned it with the towel I used to dry my hair before sliding it into my pocket. Stepping into the hall, I pulled the door shut behind me.
When I turned to walk away from the room, Lucia stood nearby. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. The way she stood told me all I needed to know. A confrontation was imminent.
“Did y’all need me?” I asked, attempting to avoid the unavoidable.
“Aren’t you married?”
“Yes.”
She opened her mouth, but I held my hand up, stopping her from voicing whatever she planned to say.
“Lucia, who I fuck is none of your business. My marriage is none of your business.”
“I won’t let you hurt him again.”
“Me? Hurt him? Again?” I stared at her, and when she didn’t respond, I continued. “Right? Might want to learn the facts first, girlfriend, but that’s neither here nor there. Who. I. Fuck. Isn’t. Your. Business. End of story.”
“It’s your husband’s business, though, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. It is. Why don’t you stick your nose in it and call him?”
She stared at me.
“Go ahead. I’ll wait.” And I did, but she didn’t move. I pulled out my phone, dialing Hayden’s number, putting the call on speakerphone.
“Did you wear her out already, carino? If so, we’re gonna need to work on her stamina,” Hayden said in lieu of a standard greeting.
I smirked at Lucia as I said, “All tucked in for an afternoon nap.”
“A picture or it didn’t happen. I need some sweetness to go with the heat you sent earlier.”
“I’m not taking no damn photos of someone sleeping. That’s fucking creepy.”
Hayden chuckled, and Lucia’s eyes finally dropped away from the standoff we were in, conceding.
“Lucia’s here, wanna say hi.”
“Fuck. Did you have me on speakerphone?”
“Unfortunately,” I muttered, my gaze still locked on Lucia’s face.
“Just add it to the closet filled with the skeletons I already know about, Hayden.”
Hayden laughed, but anyone who knew him would know he had faked it.
“Lucia, Marcie isn’t ready for our relationship…”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t miss a beat. “My lips are sealed unless it affects the detail.”
My whispered gratitude mimicked Hayden’s, ‘Thank you.’
“You’re welcome.”
After that, Lucia moved off, and I ducked into the bathroom, taking him off speakerphone. I turned on the water in the shower and sink, then said, “She caught me coming out of Marcie’s room with a satisfied smirk.”
“And she said something asinine like ‘I won’t let you hurt him again’ or some shit, right? And you took the bait?”
“Yes. I won’t let our family and friends cause problems between us. It’s the only concern I have in keeping silent.”