34. Nathan
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nathan
Threesome Musketeers
I can’t help but notice changes in Jeanie’s behavior. She’s quiet, reminding me of our original meet and greet in the elevator right after Roman’s verbal attack. Back then, she had slipped into a shell of her quirky personality.
That’s how she looks now. Lost. I want her to know she’s not alone.
“My mom was like your dad,” I say, taking a guess at why she’s upset. “Though the last time I saw her, I was five. She left my brothers and me at O’Hare airport in baggage claim before flying to Mexico with a stranger she met at the airport bar.”
“Baggage claim?” Jeanie snaps out of her daze. “Five!?”
“Seems she had literal baggage to get rid of. Three little bags, to be exact.” I chuckle darkly. “That’s why my grandmother raised us.”
“It hurts to think about Dex moving away for college, and that’s on purpose. He’s my everything. ”
“Though I can’t say it didn’t affect me, I think I’m better without her lifelong influence. Instead, someone who’s strong and selfless raised me.”
“As an adult, I agree,” Jeanie says. “But that’s a hard sell to a kid.”
“It is.” I nod. “But I’m considering this new therapy to get past it.”
“What’s that?” She looks up at me, appearing interested.
“It’s called a bash ’n’ splash. It’s when you rail into the person who wronged you, knocking them into a pool. I’ve heard it’s a great way to even the score.”
Jeanie laughs, her mood lightening. “Not my finest moment.”
“It was the perfect moment. There’s nothing hotter than a mom defending her family. You could say it speaks to me. Deeply.”
Jeanie giggles and twines her fingers with mine. Her wavy chocolate-brown tendrils bounce in the breeze of the open-aired lobby.
I stroke her arm as we wait for the elevator. The door opens, and we step inside the cab. She doesn’t notice when I press a button for the wrong floor.
One day, I’ll admit that much like Betty, I openly wore sexual conquests as badges of honor, never letting anyone too close. Now, with Jeanie by my side, I’m ashamed of my bravado. Though sleeping with her started as wish fulfillment, she’s done what no one else could. She’s flipped me inside out, rewired my thinking, and has me considering making her a regular habit.
Am I even good enough for this woman ?
The answer is no, absolutely fucking not, but I want to be a better person for her. For as long as she allows it, I’ll show her how much I care. And when she’s ready to hear it, I’ll tell her. I’ll scream it out to the world.
Pausing in the corridor, I gather her in an embrace. I kiss her until she rests her arms over my shoulders and relaxes, turning malleable.
When we break the kiss, she peers at me. “Where did that come from?”
“I missed you.”
“Oh?” Jeanie’s eyes soften. “Miss me more.”
This time I hoist her into my arms to carry her down the hall. With stealthy movements, I unlock the door and take her inside.
“Where are we?” she says when we come up for air. She slips out of my grasp, and her wide-eyed gaze dances around the space in wonder.
“My room.” I shrug. Because all the hotel floors look the same, she never noticed where we were. She was too distracted and in her own mind.
“This is not a room, this is a ... a ... castle in the sky!” She runs through the four bedrooms, living room, and kitchen, and then out onto the massive patio overlooking the ocean.
Outside is a small private pool, beds, loungers, and a fire pit. Most importantly, there are privacy trellises and gardens that no paparazzi can breach. Unless they have a drone, but I’m not quite famous enough for the extra trouble yet—I hope.
She slaps her thighs. “Why have we been staying in my room when you had this? ”
“Kept it in case you kicked me out.” I bob my head. “Or you turned out to be a kook,” I taunt.
She flaps her arms like a cuckoo bird, easing back into her playful personality. When she plucks a hibiscus flower from a nearby bush and tucks it behind her ear, I slip new Wolf Savage merchandise into my swimming trunk pockets.
Jeanie tugs her sundress over her head, revealing her lavender bikini. With the golden sunlight outlining her curves, she’s breathtaking. She lowers herself onto the cushioned deck that encircles the pool. She settles on the edge, dipping her toes in the water.
“The water’s warm.” She kicks the surface, and the splashes fly in my direction.
Our grins lock. Her rebellious gleam makes my dick remember why I brought her here.
I shrug off my T-shirt before lowering myself into the water. I duck beneath and swim to her.
With all the soft-coated steps and cushions on the deck, this place is a virtual playground for sexual positions. Before I surface below her, I’ve mentally cataloged at least ten ways to make her scream my name.
“You’re right. I should have brought you here sooner,” I say, then kiss the spot between her breasts and tug her bottoms free. I stand on a step to meet her grinning lips.
Jeanie captures my waist between her thick thighs and squeezes. My hand slides around her back on a mission. Tugging one string causes her bikini top to fall apart. Her exquisite breasts flop free like a goddamn present .
Happy Thursday to me.
My mouth waters. I’ve wanted to bite those nipples since the pool incident. I lean down and swirl her hard tips with my tongue. When I brush my teeth over them, Jeanie hisses with pleasure.
“You promised me a threesome,” she says.
She thinks she’s getting me and my sex doll, but I have other, better plans.
“I’m going to take care of you. Trust me?”
She consents with a pout. Because I love the way her lip juts out, I can’t help but suck it between my teeth.
“Get on all fours,” I say against her wet mouth.
“What?” She sucks in a breath.
“You heard me.”
I’m spellbound as Jeanie backs her ass up to me. I fold over her and cup the weight of her tits in my hands. I rise and smooth my hands down the length of her spine and around her plush hips, all to get a feel of her from behind.
She’s a goddess. My goddess.
When my hands roughly palm her ass cheeks, her body arches, reacting to my touch. I lean down to take a bite of her butterfly tat. I can’t help it. Everything about her juicy ass makes me want to devour her.
Jeanie whines in protest, but her hips are already circling in anticipation. She glances over her shoulder, her expression trusting, even in this vulnerable position. She’s perfect.
“Bite me again,” she says.
I take her words as an invitation to claim her as mine. I nip the most sumptuous parts of her back end until she writhes with hot, unguarded need.
Lowering myself, I bury my face between her sweet, delicious cheeks. I tease the entrance of her pussy with flicks of my tongue and then spear her. This is mine.
“Oh. Yeah. Yes.” Jeanie’s breathy.
My tongue works her channel until I find the tight skin of her backside. The tip of my tongue circles the bunched ridges, and then I grip her hips and tug her into the pressure of my flat tongue. Mine.
“Holy. Oh shi ...” Her words die on her panting lips, and her moans become louder than the waves crashing in the distance.
“Nathan!” Jeanie pants, coming undone. “I need you inside me.”
“I’m not done with you yet.” I slide a thumb into her pussy and press. “Feel that? That’s my thumbprint on your g-spot.” I’m marking her as mine.
Jeanie moans as my index finger teases her clit until she’s swollen and ready to pop. My rock-hard cock aches to take over. When her legs inch wider, her hips angling upward, I can’t take it anymore.
I rise, drop my pants, rip a foil wrapper, and slide on a condom, along with my new cock ring.
“Hold on, baby.” I say it as a warning, right before I sink into her hot, tight pussy. Finally inside, I hold still a second, luxuriating in the pleasure of being squeezed by her.
“Oh God, you feel even bigger,” she says.
When the delicious feel of her around me becomes too much, I grip her hips tight, ease out, and plunge deep like my life and future happiness depend on it.
“How are you touching me ... everywhere?” Jeanie glances over her shoulder, trying to understand, but loses her train of thought when I thrust again and again.
I simply answer by flipping the switch of the new three-armed cock ring, making the contraption buzz to life.