Chapter Thirteen #2
He knew from experience that the withdrawal could be as intense—sometimes more so—than the entry, so he moved slowly and carefully, ear tuned and eyes peeled for sounds or signs of distress, of pain.
Finding none, he paused with just the head of his dick penetrating, added more lube, and moved forward again.
“Oh, God,” Chloe moaned. She’d lowered her shoulders to rest on Jesse’s thighs, her head turned to the side. There were smears of come on her cheek and neck, and her eyes were wide. “God, Knox, that feels…”
“How?” he demanded, his thighs nudging hers. She wasn’t coming anymore, her asshole soft and supple around him instead of squeezing, and it felt amazing. “Tell me how it feels, Chloe.”
“Full,” she managed. She worked a hand free, extending her arm back toward him, and he let go of her hip to take it. “I feel so full of you.”
“You are full of me,” he told her. “Full of me, covered in Jesse. You’re so fucking beautiful, Chloe.”
Her fingers tightened on his hand, her ass on his dick. “You sweet talker, you.”
He laughed, joy briming up. “But you are. Don’t you know that?”
“Show me,” she said, her eyes cloudy with lust, wearing his husband’s load. She tightened her ass on his cock again, deliberately this time, and smiled when he growled. “Show me.”
He kept hold of her hand and showed her.
Out, then in, slow at first, testing, gauging, then faster when she didn’t flinch away, when she purred and pushed her hips back into him.
The slap of flesh echoed in the bedroom, his hips into her ass, his balls into her pussy.
Below, Jesse worked her pussy, occasionally lifting his head off the pillow to lap at Knox’s balls.
Breathing grew heavier, cries sharper, until Knox wasn’t the only one reaching for pleasure.
“You going to come again, Chloe?” Knox asked.
Sweat poured down his face, his chest, to splash onto Chloe’s ass and back.
He was hammering into her as fast and hard as he dared, racing for completion.
It was there, just out of reach, and he knew he could finish it quickly. But he wanted her with him. “Are you?”
“I think… I don’t know.” Her voice was muffled, her face buried in Jesse’s thigh. She had his dick in her hand, pumping it in time with Knox’s jabs into her asshole, not wanting, she’d said, for him to feel left out. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Jesse?”
“Fuck, I’m trying,” Jesse panted. His face was soaked, all but dripping. “I can’t feel my jaw anymore.”
“Use your fingers,” Knox ordered.
“Fuck, I should’ve gotten out a vibe.” Jesse worked one arm free and shoved two fingers into Chloe’s pussy.
“Oh, God!” Her head came up on a wail, her hand squeezing down on Jesse’s dick. Her other, still caught in Knox’s, all but twisted his hand off at the wrist. “Fuck!”
“That’s working,” Knox panted. Her asshole was starting to flutter, to pulse. “Keep going.”
Jesse grunted, pumping two fingers so fast they were a slick blur. “Fuck, she’s strangling my dick.”
“Chloe, let go,” Knox called, pitching his voice to carry over the curses and wails.
“No, don’t!” Jesse shouted but it was too late. The sudden release of pressure was like a flame to a short fuse and Jesse was coming again, cock pulsing and jerking, sending come flying.
Knox laughed, pure joy pumping through him like Jesse’s come was pumping into the air, then Chloe let out a keening wail and stiffened, squeezing his hand so hard he thought he might have lost blood flow, then she was shaking and crying and coming, her ass pulsing around his dick, and he let himself go.
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They ate the fajitas in bed.
“These are amazing,” Knox announced. He was sitting cross-legged against the headboard, a plate in his hand.
In front of him on a folded towel sat the aluminum serving pan holding the hot food—beef, flour tortillas, queso and beans.
Next to that another pan with cold sides—guacamole, pico de gallo, sour cream and Cheddar cheese—sat on another towel.
A paper bag of homemade fried tortilla chips, liberally doused with salt, was wedged between the two pans.
“You can say that again,” Jesse enthused and shoved a chip, loaded with pico and guac, into his mouth.
Knox frowned at him. “You’re eating all the guacamole.”
“You’re eating all the queso.”
“I’m eating all the queso.” Lying across the foot of the bed in Jesse’s robe, Chloe scooped a large spoonful onto a tortilla, piled on strips of beef and grilled onions, then folded it and bit in. “And I’m not sorry.”
“Harsh,” Jesse decided and scooped another chip through the guac. “But since you brought the food, fair.”
“Agreed.” Adding sour cream to his fajita, Knox folded it in half. “Think Carrie will make these for us again?”
Chloe swallowed. “Maybe. Of course, she doesn’t know she made them for you this time.”
Knox lowered his tortilla. “What do you mean?”
“I kind of told her this was for a girls’ night.”
“Girls’ night?” Jesse echoed, a grin playing around his mouth. “Is that code?”
She laughed, licking at a speck of queso on the side of her thumb. “No. I told her I was spending the night with Bailey and Gwen tonight, and we wanted fajitas, and asked her if there was any place in town that served them. She said no, but she could do it. And here we are.”
“Oh.” Jesse exchanged a look with Knox. “So she thinks she made this for them?”
Chloe devoured the last bite of her fajita and started building another. “Uh-huh.”
“You haven’t told them you’re…”
“Seeing us?” Knox filled in when Jesse trailed off.
“No.” Chloe glanced up. “I didn’t think you’d want that. Besides…”
“Besides?” Knox prompted.
Chloe spread queso on a tortilla. “Mo warned me away from you.”
Jesse blinked. “She did?”
“The week before you started demo on the restaurant. She thought I was flirting with you too much.” She piled on meat, onions, and more queso. “So I figured it was best to keep things quiet.”
“Sure, that makes sense.”
“Besides, we don’t talk about it.”
“Don’t talk about what?”
“My sex life.” She wrinkled her nose at Knox. “If Mo knows I’m seeing someone, she’d have to tell my mother.”
“Have to?”
“It’s like a sister code,” Chloe explained. “Besides, Mo is awful at keeping secrets, and Mom is excellent at digging them up. It’s her superpower.”
“You don’t tell your mother when you’re seeing someone?”
She glanced at Jesse. “If things get serious, sure. But right off the bat?” She shook her head. “Not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Annie—that’s my mom—she’s…well, you know how most people have boundaries?”
Knox reached for the guacamole. “Sure.”
“She doesn’t.”
“Ah.”
“Hey,” Jesse protested, watching Knox scoop guac onto his plate. “That’s half the container.”
“It’s a quarter of the container,” Knox corrected. “You’ve already eaten half.”
“It’s half of what’s left,” Jesse muttered.
Enjoying their byplay, Chloe bit into her fajita. “You guys are so cute.”
“I’m cute,” Jesse corrected, frowning at the container. “He’s a guacamole thief.”
Knox scooped up guac and bit into it with exaggerated yummy noises.
“You’re so mean,” Jesse complained.
“You came twice and I only came once,” Knox reminded him.
“Oh.” Jesse thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay, you can have the guac.”
“So cute,” Chloe sighed.
“Nah, that’s you.” Jesse reached out to tousle her hair. “By the way, how was it?”
“How was what?” Polishing off the fajita, she eyed the container. Her mouth was telling her to have one more, but her stomach was telling her she’d regret it, and she’d yet to decide which one to listen to.
“Your first anal,” Jesse said with a wink and a grin.
“Oh. That.” Deciding to listen to her stomach, she nudged her plate aside and rolled to her back. “Well, my butthole is sore.”
“Been there, done that,” Jesse said drily.
Snickering, she stretched her arms above her head. She felt wonderful—warm, a little sleepy, and deeply satisfied, body and soul. “And I spent more time today than I ever thought possible worrying about the things that might come out of me during sex.”
Laughing, Jesse nearly fell into the beans. “Also been there, done that.”
“So I don’t know if I’d want to make it a regular thing,” she continued, then turned her head to smile at Knox. “But I came my brains out.”
His eyes were amused, his smile warm. “Twice.”
“Twice,” she confirmed, and since it was the only part of him she could reach, turned and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his ankle.
“And it was hot as fuck,” Jesse chimed in. “I had the best view.”
Chloe looked at him, amused. “You’re such a fuckboy.”
He just grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Oh, no.” She sat up to frame his face in her hands, and her lips met his in a laughing kiss. “It’s not a bad thing at all.”
“Mmm, you taste like beef and onions.” He started to take the kiss deeper, gathering her in, but she ducked away.
“Forget it,” she told him. “My pussy has beard burn.”
“Oops.” Grimacing, he rubbed a hand along his jaw. “Sorry. I guess I got a little overzealous there at the end.”
“I loved it,” she assured him. “But I’m done.”
Knox started stacking plates. “How about a movie?”
She turned her head, resting her cheek on Jesse’s bare shoulder, and smiled at him. “Sure, if you don’t mind me falling asleep in the middle of it.”
“It’s like, seven o’clock,” Jesse said.
“Yes, but I’ve been fucked and fed,” she pointed out. “Sleep is next on the agenda.”
“We don’t mind at all,” Knox assured her, and with the plates in one hand and the bag of chips in the other, leaned over and kissed her in his slow, sweet way. “Jesse, get the rest, will you?”
“Work, work, work,” Jesse bitched, but he let her go and gathered up the pans of food, following Knox to the stairs.
And she watched them go, curled up in the center of their bed in Jesse’s robe with Knox’s taste on her tongue, and told herself that this warm, contented, happy feeling was just a byproduct of good food and good sex—nothing more.
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