Chapter Ten
It was like being struck by lightning. Every muscle in her body went taut, vibrating like the plucked strings of a bow, and her mind, so delighted to be able to join in the clever byplay only moments before, was full of only one thought: oh, my God.
Jesse’s breathless laugh danced over her ear. “Watch Knox, Chloe. Remember, you have to watch him. If you don’t, he’ll stop.”
Stop? No, he couldn’t stop. She forced her eyes open, forced her head down, forced herself to focus on the man now feasting on her pussy like…shit, like a man who really loved eating pussy.
And he did. He loved it. There was simply no other explanation for the way he was moaning and groaning and tonguing her cunt, his eyes half closed in delirious joy and his cheeks shiny with her juices.
She’d never had her pussy eaten like this, like it was the most important thing in the world and nothing short of a nuclear bomb could make him stop.
And it felt fucking amazing.
His tongue was everywhere, stabbing inside her and curling around her clit, stroking her labia and licking at the sensitive skin between pussy and anus.
She squeaked when he did that, her hips shooting up off the couch at the shock of it, and he growled with feral delight and did it again, dipping down even lower to jab his tongue at the sensitive pucker of her asshole.
“Ohmigod,” she breathed, her eyes all but crossing at the sensation. Nobody had ever done that either, and it was unexpectedly, shockingly, spectacular.
“Is he licking your asshole, Chloe?” Jesse asked.
She thought it was kind of a superfluous question, since Knox’s face was so far down her crotch his nose was nearly in her pussy, but she answered anyway. “Fuck. Yes. Nobody…nobody…”
“Nobody’s ever done that for you before?” Jesse guessed, and she shook her head in answer. “Do you like it?”
Another superfluous question—could he not see how she was trying to hump Knox’s face off? “It feels amazing.”
Jesse shifted one of his hands to the top of her mound and was playing with her clit while Knox continued to make a meal out of her ass. “You’re going to love having your ass fucked.”
The thought made her head spin, pushed her harder toward the waiting orgasm, but it wasn’t enough.
She wanted to reach down and grab Knox’s hair, drag him back up to her pussy.
As good as his tongue in her ass felt, she needed more in order to come.
Jesse was still working her clit, and that was good, but he was just toying with it, and she needed focus.
Jesse pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You getting close, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” She was breathing heavily, her body sheened with sweat. “Need more.”
“More what, baby?” He kissed her again, skimmed her ear with his tongue. “Tell me.”
“Pussy,” she managed. “Mouth there.”
“I got you,” Jesse assured her. “Hey, Knox. She wants you back at her pussy.”
Knox grunted, the sound vibrating against her taint. “Can’t,” he mumbled.
“Shit, I forgot. He can’t, baby.”
“Nooo,” she moaned, her arms tightening around Jesse’s neck.
“Seriously.” Jesse sounded genuinely apologetic. “Going ass to pussy is a bad idea.”
“Then finger me,” she demanded in a near wail. “Do something. I need to come.”
“Hold on, sweetheart.” Reaching up to untangle her arms from around his neck, Jesse lifted her up, shifted under her, and slid away, laying her back on the couch.
She tried to sit up, but Knox shoved her legs up and back, keeping her flat. “Where are you going?”
“Not far,” Jesse promised, then his face was between her legs, his mouth latching onto her clit, his fingers stroking down to her opening. He slid two fingers in, rough and fast, and sucked her clit, and she came screaming.
* * * *
They drove her home.
She’d planned to call Bailey to come get her—that was the plan they’d made when Bailey had agreed to leave her there—but they insisted. So she texted Bailey and climbed into the cab of Jesse’s old work truck, tucked between them on the bench seat.
“You warm enough?” Knox asked, adjusting the heating vents.
“Toasty,” she assured him. Snuggled between the two of them, the blanket Knox had insisted on draped over her lap, she couldn’t be anything but.
Behind the wheel, Jesse peered through the windshield. “Stars are out. No more snow tonight.”
“It’s pretty,” she murmured, watching the bright lights against the inky black through drooping eyes.
“You’re half asleep,” Knox observed.
She hummed in agreement. “Hard not to be. Good food, good wine. Good orgasm.”
Knox chuckled. “Happy to be of service.”
She turned to look at him, laying her head against the seat. “You didn’t let me be of service.”
He glanced at her, the lights of oncoming traffic turning his silvery hair white. “Tonight was about you.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he said simply. “You need to be able to trust that we’ll give you what you need.”
“Oh, I do.”
His smile was satisfied. “Good.”
“You didn’t want to…” She trailed off, looking for the right word.
“Come?”
Well, that was the right word. “Yeah.”
“Sure. But I wanted you to come more. And so did Jesse.”
“True,” Jesse said cheerfully. “But I’m jumping Knox the minute we get back home.”
“Hey,” she complained, only half kidding. “I don’t get to watch?”
Jesse chuckled and patted her blanket-draped leg. “Sorry, maybe next time.”
“Something to look forward to,” she quipped, and tried to ignore the twinge of renewed desire.
Jesse pulled into the lot behind the pub and switched off the engine. “Lots to look forward to.”
Knox opened the passenger door and slid out, then turned to lift her to the ground. Touched, and not knowing quite what to do with all this solicitous chivalry, she smiled. “Thanks.”
The security light on the back of the building lit his smiling face. “You’re welcome.”
Jesse got out of the driver’s side and came around the front of the truck, and she frowned at him. “What are you doing?”
“Walking you to your door,” Jesse said and, stepping up beside her, offered his arm.
She stared at it, then at Knox on her other side, his arm similarly extended. “Guys, I can walk up the steps.”
“We know.” Knox picked up her hand and tucked it in the curve of his elbow. “We’re just going to walk with you.”
With a baffled laugh, she hooked her other hand through Jesse’s arm. “Okay, then.”
They started up the steps, though Chloe could’ve sworn she was floating, because she thought this might just be the most romantic date she’d been on in…well, ever. They cooked her dinner, made her laugh, made her come, and now they were walking her to her door.
All that was left was a goodnight kiss. Two goodnight kisses.
They topped the steps and walked across the short landing to her door.
Since Bailey had driven she didn’t have her keys, but thankfully the door had a keyless entry option and could be opened with a code, so she punched it in, heard the quiet snick of the locks releasing, and turned to say goodnight.
And Knox smiled that soft, sexy, smile, lifted his hands to her face, and kissed her.
He smelled like soap and tasted like toothpaste and mouthwash—standard cleanup protocol after eating ass, she’d been told—and the kiss was soft and sweet. She sighed into it, murmuring a protest when he pulled away.
His quiet laugh puffed warm air on her face. “Well, if you insist,” he said and kissed her again.
“Hey, when can I get in on the smooches?” Jesse complained behind her.
“In a minute,” Knox told him, and kept kissing her.
This time when he lifted his head, he gently turned her around and through hazy, kiss-drunk eyes she saw Jesse’s face. His cheeks were pink with cold, his pretty mouth curved in a smile. She smiled back. “Hiya.”
“Hi, yourself,” he said, dimple flashing, and yanked her in.
Where Knox’s kiss had had her floating toward arousal, this one shot her straight into heat. Hard and fast, hot and wet, she was clinging within seconds, her heart pounding. Desperate, eager, she curled her tongue around his, sucking on it, and he groaned into her mouth.
His hands clamped on her ass, hoisting her up to jam the thick ridge of his erection against her pussy, and for a brief, delirious and grateful moment she thought he might pin her against the wall and fuck her right there.
Then Knox said, “Jesse,” in a warning tone and Jesse said, “Fuck,” against her mouth, and she was back on her feet, Jesse’s forehead pressed to hers as she tried to suck in enough oxygen to not pass out.
“Sorry,” Jesse panted, his breath fogging the air between them. “Forgot.”
“Me too,” she said, her breath mingling with his. Her head felt like it was floating about six inches above her body. “What did we forget?”
His answer was a half laugh, half moan. “That I can’t fuck you on your front porch.”
“Oh.” She thought about that for a second. “Why can’t you?”
“Because Knox said no.”
“Why is he in charge?” she wondered, though now that she was cooling off and remembering that it was twenty degrees out, she thought it was probably a good thing that he was.
“He’s the oldest.”
Knox snorted.
Jesse’s eyes glinted. “Also, he’s right. The first time I get inside you, sweetheart, I want to be on a big, soft bed where I can take my time.”
Oh, my. “And when do you think that will be?”
He grinned. “When’s your next night off?”
She tried to think. “Um. Sunday, I think. I have to check.”
“You do that.” He kissed her nose. “Let us know, okay?”
Oh my, my, my. “Okay.”
“Say goodnight, Jesse,” Knox directed.
“Goodnight, Jesse,” Jesse parroted with a wink. “And goodnight, Chloe.”
“Night,” she said faintly, bracing a hand against the wall when he stepped back.
Knox stepped into his place, his eyes dark in the shadow of the security light. “I’m not in charge.”
She blinked. “Um. Okay.”
“You know who is?”
Entranced, she shook her head.