Chapter Thirteen
Knox let out a quiet breath, and beside him he felt Jesse do the same. Relief was almost as heady a feeling as desire, and with both coursing through him, he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “I have a plan.”
“He has a plan,” Jesse echoed, grinning. “I fucking love it when he has a plan.”
Knox barked out a laugh of pure joy and, following instinct, leaned over and kissed him. It was rough and deep, a little frantic, but he knew Jesse could take the savage need and give it back to him with equal fervor.
“Oh,” Chloe breathed, the sound so quiet it was nearly lost in Jesse’s wild moan, but Knox heard it.
With trepidation flirting around the edges of desire, he lifted his head.
She was staring at him, at them, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, her lips parted in a silent O. Her nipples were hard, and though it was hard to tell in the soft light of the bedroom, he thought he saw a glimmer of moisture on her thighs.
“Chloe?” Jesse said inquiringly.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you two kiss,” she said, her voice thin and a little faint, like she didn’t have quite enough air to push the words out. “It’s really fucking hot. Do it again.”
“Later,” Knox said before Jesse could do as she asked. “Plan, remember?”
“Plan, right.” Jesse rubbed his hands together in an expression of glee. “What’s my job, big daddy?”
Chloe choked, and Knox grinned. Jesse sometimes called him big daddy in bed, but as a joke, to sass. “Lay down on the bed, on your back, feet at the pillows.”
“You got it.” Dropped onto the mattress on his knees, Jesse reached past a befuddled Chloe to toss the pillows to the floor, then arranged himself so his head was almost hanging off the mattress at the foot of the bed.
“I’m not skull fucking you,” Knox told him with an exasperated laugh. “Scoot up.”
“Sorry.” Jesse lifted his head to wink at Chloe. “Force of habit.”
Knox watched Jesse scoot up until his head was firmly on the mattress. “Okay, that’s good. Chloe, will you get me a pillow, darling?”
“Oh. Um.” She glanced around, looking a little dazed, then scrambled off the bed to grab one of the discarded pillows. “Here.”
“Thank you. Jesse, lift your head.” When he had, Knox tucked the pillow underneath. “Comfortable?”
“As a kitten on a cloud,” Jesse said cheerfully.
“Good. Chloe?”
“Yes?”
Knox smiled. “Sit on his face.”
She blinked, nonplussed, then grinned. “Really?”
“God, yes,” Jesse groaned from the bed. “Please, baby, sit on my face.”
“Really,” Knox assured her and, taking her hand, helped her climb back on the bed. “No, not like that. Face his feet.”
“Oh. Ohhhh.” Delight lighting her face, she planted a knee next to his shoulder, swung a leg over his head to plant the other one. “Like this?”
“Just like that,” Knox said approvingly, and with gentle hands, guided her down. “Jesse, not yet.”
“Why?” he whined.
“Because I said so,” Knox said, trying to inject a note of stern command into his voice. It was hard, because he was laughing, but he tried. “Now, Chloe, lean forward, put your hands by his hips.”
Chloe did as she was bid, putting her eager face in range of Jesse’s bobbing penis. “This is nice.”
“I’m glad you think so. Comfortable?”
“Uh-huh. Knox?”
“Yes?”
She looked up at him with those big blue eyes. “Can I lick him?”
He brushed her hair away from her face and bent down to kiss her while Jesse’s dick bobbed against their chins. “Darling, you can do whatever you want to him.”
“Do I get a vote in this?” Jesse wondered from between her thighs.
“Do you want one?” Knox asked him as Chloe stuck out her tongue to lap at Jesse’s cock.
“No,” Jesse said with a strangled groan and Knox laughed.
Balancing on one hand, she grabbed Jesse’s dick with the other and held it still for another swipe. “Yummy.”
“Oh shit, I’m going to come so fast,” Jesse groaned.
“Poor baby,” Knox teased and, leaving Chloe with her new toy, slid back to peer between Chloe’s legs into his love’s anguished face. “You can lick her pussy now.”
“That’s not going to keep me from coming,” he protested.
“No, but it’ll make her come so I can fuck her ass,” Knox said. “Which you can watch from your front row seat.”
“Fucking love this plan,” Jesse enthused, and buried his face in Chloe’s pussy.
Knox stood back, listening to Chloe squeal and Jesse groan, watching them both wiggle and squirm, searching for more of this, less of that, yes, there, right there, please oh please, God, yes.
The room filled with the music of sex, of pleasure and intimacy and loving, and his heart swelled with the joy of it.
He could’ve watched them all day, just basked in their enjoyment of each other.
But he’d delayed his own needs long enough, and he had a job to do.
So after a moment he stepped to the bottom of the bed, picked up the bottle of lube he’d set out, and grasped the edges of the plug tucked between Chloe’s butt cheeks.
She went still at the touch, and Jesse blinked open hazy eyes to peer up at him from between her thighs.
“Is she close?” Knox asked and tugged gently on the plug, playing, testing.
Jesse nodded, rubbing his chin, his nose, his cheeks over her pussy. His whole face glistened, all but dripped with wet. “Yeah.”
“How about you?”
Jesse’s voice was harsh, his eyes as glazed as his face. “I’m hanging on by a thread.”
“Hang on a little longer,” Knox said, dropping his hand from the plug to stroke his husband’s cheek.
“She’s playing with my balls,” Jesse groaned.
Knox laughed. Jesse’s balls were sensitive, and there was a spot behind them, that if pressed, was basically a trigger—instant orgasm. “She find the spot?”
Jesse shook his head, rubbing his face against her pussy. From the strangled squeal coming from the vicinity of Jesse’s crotch, Chloe liked it. “Not yet, but she’s close.”
“See if you can get her there first.”
Eyes lit with challenge, Jesse nodded and dove back into her pussy. And Knox went back to the plug.
She’d used a generous hand with the lube, he noted approvingly—it glistened around the base, and when he gave it a solid, testing tug, the only resistance he felt was the clench of her muscles.
They fluttered and flexed, trying to pull the plug out of his grip.
He knew how that flutter and flex would feel around his dick, like a hot buttered kiss, and had to remind himself to go slow.
He let go of the plug, let her asshole suck it back in, and opened the bottle of lube. He rolled on the condom, made sure his dick was thoroughly coated—there was no such thing as too much lube—and reached for the plug again.
This time he pulled with a gentle, insistent pressure, not stopping when her asshole clenched down to try to keep it in place, and it slipped free.
Her cry was strangled—probably because her mouth was full of Jesse’s dick—and her hips jerked.
“Fuck,” Jesse muttered, hands digging into her thighs. “That almost put her over.”
“This’ll probably do it, then,” Knox said and laid the head of his slippery dick against her fluttering asshole. “Chloe, can you hear me?”
She lifted her head, turning to look over her shoulder. Her eyes were heavy, her mouth swollen and wet. “Yes.”
He leaned into her, just a little. “Can you feel me?”
Her back arched, teeth sinking into her lower lip. “Oh, God. Yes.”
“Do you want me in your ass?”
He knew the answer. Her pretty little hole was flowering open, fluttering and pulsing, all but pulling him in. But he wanted the words.
She bit a little harder into her lip, and her eyes took on an edge of anxiety. “I’m scared.”
He stroked a gentle hand over her hip, down her leg. Below them, Jesse made soothing noises into her pussy. “Of what, darling?”
She shivered under his hands, shuddered against Jesse’s mouth. “That it’s going to hurt.”
“It might,” he acknowledged. His dick was throbbing against her asshole, straining, wanting. “It’s going to stretch, and burn, and probably feel like too much. But you can take it, if you want it. Do you want it?”
She sobbed out a breath, a desperate wail. “I want it so much.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised, Jesse growling in approval from below, and pushed.
Her asshole opened like it had been waiting for him, eager and welcoming and smooth as hot silk, the first inch sliding in like a hot knife through butter. Then it clamped down like a vise, her whole body went stiff as a board, and Jesse groaned, “Oh, fuck, she’s coming.”
She was indeed. Shaking and crying and jerking, her pussy spilling onto Jesse’s face and her asshole pulsing around Knox’s dick, the little flutters like a squeezing fist. It felt like glory, a beautiful torture and, taking advantage, he slid deeper.
She wailed when he slipped further inside her and he paused, afraid he was hurting her.
But Jesse tapped his leg. “Keep going, it’s making her come harder,” he said, so Knox did, inching forward through the jerks and spasms, the pulsing and throbbing.
And when he was nestled up against her thighs, buried to the root in her sweet, sexy ass, she was still coming.
“Oh, Christ, this is so hot,” Jesse muttered. “She’s not even sucking me anymore and I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” Knox encouraged, knowing there was no way to stop it anyway. “Come all over her, Jesse. Mark her, make her yours.”
“Oh shit, that did it,” Jesse groaned. His big body arched under Chloe’s small one, reaching up and around to grab onto Knox’s thighs and dig in.
Knox couldn’t see his lover’s cock, but could picture it jerking and twitching, jetting ropes of come onto Chloe’s neck and breasts, his own belly, smearing them both with the evidence of his need, his pleasure.
It made Knox yearn for his own.
“Keep licking her cunt, Jesse,” he ordered and leaned back, pulling his dick out of Chloe’s ass.