Chapter 42 #2
“Are you sure about that?” I stroke her clit, then slide my fingers to her drenched pussy and make a tsking sound.
“Your body’s response is rather telling, baby.
I think you’d come harder than you ever have before if you were sandwiched between the two of us.
” I drag my tongue along the back of her neck, tasting the sheen of sweat that’s coating her heated skin.
A wicked thought forms in my sex-drunk mind, and before I can think better of it, I tilt back and grab my phone from the nightstand.
I press call on Raiden’s number, place it on speakerphone, and lay it beside us on the bed.
The sound of it ringing makes Andi jolt, her eyes flying to mine in horror.
“If you’re calling to gloat, save it,” Raiden grumbles, the distant hum of background noise letting me know that he’s somewhat alone. “My day’s just started, and it’s already shitty.”
“Well, let me help with that,” I offer, forcing my cock the rest of the way in. Andi’s uninhibited moan penetrates the quiet, her fingers clenching around the bed sheets for support.
“Briggs,” Raiden grinds out, the pitch of his voice dangerously low. “If that’s what I think it is, I’m going to fucking murder you.” I slide my hips back, then thrust forward again. Andi releases another muffled groan, her body heaving with the effort it’s taking her to draw in a full breath.
“It seems our girl is rather intrigued by the idea of you being here right now. Too bad you had to work.” I chuckle, seating myself to the hilt and holding perfectly still.
Andi chokes out a moan, her asshole flexing around my cock and nearly making me come.
I smack her ass cheek in retaliation, the sound echoing through the room.
Raiden grunts, having heard it, too. A second later, his door slams shut.
“Is that true, minha luz?” Raiden purrs, his accent becoming more prominent.
Fucker. Not all of us were blessed with that ability.
But then I remember that it’s my cock currently eight inches deep inside of her, while he’s miles away, probably fucking his own fist to the thought of me taking her in his bed right now.
“Yes,” she squeaks, sounding embarrassed to be admitting that aloud.
“Fuck me,” Raiden husks, sounding pained that he can’t be here, fulfilling that particular fantasy. “Tell me what’s happening,” he demands, asking no one in particular.
“My cock is buried in her ass,” I answer bluntly. His choked inhale is followed by a tortured groan.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasps, the sound of his zipper being lowered making Andi squirm.
“I want details, Briggs. Tell me what she feels like as you fuck her nice and slow.” I nearly convulse with pleasure, not realizing how hot it’d be to manufacture this moment, to control each of our releases.
“She feels like heaven,” I respond, dragging my cock in and out, keeping my rhythm steady and slow, just as Raiden requested. “Her ass is so fucking tight, it’s strangling my dick.” The three of us moan in unison. “And she fucking loves it. Practically begged me to give her my cock.”
“Is that right, mama?” he asks, his own grunts joining the both of ours. Andi gushes, flooding my fingers with her arousal.
“Oh, she likes you calling her that, don’t you, baby?” I fuck her harder, unable to hold back a second longer. She whimpers, going limp beneath me as I pump my hips faster and faster. “I hope you’re close, because I’m about to fill her ass with my cum.”
“Fuck,” he swears, the sound of my hips slapping against her ass cheeks mixing with our grunts and groans.
I pinch Andi’s clit, knowing it’s what she needs to push her over the edge.
A strangled scream escapes her, her muscles milking my cock and forcing my release to surge forward.
Hot spurts of cum flood out of me, coating her insides and marking her as mine.
My cock twitches for several seconds, my breathing ragged as sound slowly starts to penetrate the ringing in my ears.
Andi’s damn near comatose, her exhausted body limp and sated.
“Well, it’s safe to say that you and I can share,” I joke, huffing out a chuckle as I carefully ease myself out of Andi’s ass. She whimpers, causing my heart to squeeze from how full it is. I love this woman so much. Raiden snorts in response to my comment, his own panting audible over the phone.
“You okay, baby?” I lift Andi, kissing her cheeks, belatedly noticing the tear tracks streaking them. Alarm flares through me, my entire body stiffening in response, terrified I’ve hurt her and didn’t realize it. “Angel?” I prod more forcefully, clueing Raiden in that something isn’t right.
“What’s wrong?” he demands, but I’m too focused on Andi to bother responding.
Her eyes slowly open, those two-tone irises momentarily distracting me, and then she mutters, “Happy tears. Cathartic,” she emphasizes, a heart-stopping smile curving her lips.
“Briggs!” Raiden shouts. “What the hell is going on?”
“She’s fine, Detective Hardass.” I roll my eyes at his dramatics, only able to joke because I’m not in his shoes. “Gotta go. Enjoy cleaning the cum off your pants.” With that parting comment, I end the call, knowing he’ll be raging when he makes it home.
“Let’s go, Angel. You need to soak for a few minutes,” I urge, helping her from the bed.
I preen like a fucking peacock as I watch her wobbly legs attempt to hold her body weight, then scoop her up and carry her the rest of the way.
As we pass the dresser, I snag the baby monitor, sparing it a brief glance to make sure Hudson is still sleeping soundly.
“Briggs! I am not light, you crazy man,” she chides, trying to squirm free, but my hold is iron-clad.
“I’ve been called much worse, baby. You’ll have to do better than that,” I jest, but those memories I’d effectively banished while getting lost in Andi are trying their hardest to trickle back in.
The vitriolic blame that was placed at my feet and the angry slurs that were hurled at me–they’re begging for an opening so they can terrorize my thoughts and send me into a spiral I can’t find my way out of.
I can’t do that, though. Andi needs me here, not lost to my demons and high as a kite.
Taking a steadying breath, I place my girl on her feet and begin running us a bath.
Ensuring the water isn’t too hot, I plug the tub and take a seat on the ledge.
Both of us naked as the day we were born, I spread my thighs and tug her closer, placing a gentle kiss on her stomach.
Framing her face with my hands, I catalog every nuance.
The freckles dotting her cheeks and nose, the way her lashes are a shade darker than her hair color, creating a sooty look along her waterline.