Chapter 22 #2
Her tongue presses in as her hips slowly rock against my cock. A tightness coils in my stomach and a heat flashes across my skin. “Damn, Trouble. You’re making me ache with the need to fuck you so bad right now.”
A smile curls on her lips as she swings a leg over, turning around. “Then we should do this, so you can fuck me properly.” She lines her pussy up with my mouth and lowers herself as her hand wraps around my length.
A moan escapes as I lap up her arousal. She’s so fucking wet.
Wet for me. Because of me. And now she’s sucking me off.
She sinks lower and takes me in deep, her tongue ravenously licking along the top of my shaft before she sucks on my head, pushing it back in again.
My hips buck off the ground and I hit the back of her throat, feeling a slight twitch in her mouth.
As I run my tongue across her clit and circle it around, I run my fingers through her pussy, getting them wet, pumping them in a few times until she’s moaning and rocking her hips.
I don’t mind sharing her with the boys, because that’s what we do, who we are, but I also love that it’s me and her right now. I can fully pleasure her, and the moans she’s giving me, just me, are almost as much of a turn-on as her bobbing on me.
With her arousal slick on my fingers, I run them over her perfect little hole and press in just a little, until she bucks and moans, eager for more. With each gentle push, I go a little deeper, preparing her.
She bucks off my cock and screams out, “Fuck. Shit. Mother ass!”
Chuckling, I press my finger in as my tongue fucks her pussy.
She pants out in quick, shallow breaths. “Can’t. Focus. On. Cock.” Her breath shudders. “I want to come. With you inside me. But. Oh God. I’m. Fucking. Close.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Praying she says no.
“No. Never. Oh God, Emmett.” She rocks her hips back into me, on all fours, my dick abandoned, but I don’t care.
She doesn’t slow down, so I just keep my finger and mouth still while she fucks me. Taking what she wants. Letting me give her what I can.
Her pussy starts to quiver.
A low, guttural moan escapes from deep inside her, and I know she’s feeling it. An intense orgasm. The deeper her groans, the more intense. She rocks a few more times, then grabs my cock like a fiend, taking it fast and hard. My muscles stiffen as I’m about to come, but I can’t. Not like this.
I pat her ass, but she doesn’t stop.
“Trouble,” I warn playfully.
She continues, and I’m getting close, too close, to that point where my body takes over and finishes.
“Everlee,” I say more sternly.
Fuck. She doesn’t stop.
Pressing my hands under both of her hips, I time the lift when she’s at the head of my cock. I can bench three hundred, so she’s nothing but a feather.
She squeals and wobbles around in the air, looking at me. Fortunately, I’m able to hold her up.
“What are you doing?” She laughs.
“I want to fuck you, and you’re about to make me explode in your mouth.”
The mischievous twinkle in her eyes pulls at places inside my chest. I shut it down and lower her to the floor beside me.
“Bend me over the couch?” she asks innocently.
“I love the way you ask for what you want.”
Her lips curl into a reckless smile as she stands up, walking over to the couch and placing her hands on the back.
Stroking my shaft slowly, I walk over and line up at her entrance.
After the near explosion I just had, I take my time because I want to feel her.
Savor her. I lean over, letting my length run between her glistening lips of desire as I plant kisses along her spine, starting at the top of her neck and working my way down.
She shifts from side to side, trying to inch closer to my cock, but I move it out of the way.
A frustrated sigh escapes her lips, causing me to chuckle.
Saying nothing, she continues to sway gently as I kiss around her hip bones and then proceed to her ass.
“I love your ass,” I murmur breathlessly against her skin.
“I love your cock inside of me,” she whispers, all too subtly.
Smiling, I bite her ass, then lick over the marks before planting a soft kiss, carrying it up her spine.
Hands on her hips, I slowly push into her.
Slower and slower, to elongate the sound of her moans.
It feeds the want and desire within me. Fully seated inside her, I hold her there, pressing deeper with everything I have.
She feels so fucking good. I withdraw gradually, until the tip hovers teasingly at her entrance, and then ease back in with excruciating slowness, relishing the intense warmth of her pussy.
Tired of waiting, she tries to take over, rocking her hips more.
She’s aching for my dick. Aching to be fucked.
So I give her what she wants. I unleash on her, gripping her hips, I pull her onto my cock as I thrust my hips, spearing her.
A heat rises inside me, lighting me like a torch, the faster I thrust into her. Sweat beads on my chest, rolling down the crevices of my muscles and tickling my skin.
She whips her head back. “Harder E.”
E. I smile, then fuck her. I relentlessly pound into her, claiming her, so hard I’m scared I’m going to break her, but she doesn’t whimper or wince. She yells. Screams. Begs for more.
“Your ring feels amazing,” she rasps, her hands gripping tighter onto the couch. “Come inside of me. Please. Fill me.”
Her words are my undoing. My mind goes hazy as we move together.
Me pushing. Her pushing. Wet slaps of my balls hitting her pussy echo around the room, and it’s a glorious sound.
A tingle shoots down my spine and hovers there, causing my balls to tighten.
I pick up speed, if that’s even possible, and she knows.
She stops moving and lets me fuck her. Lets me have control.
The world drops away. Everything ceases to exist. It’s only her and me.
My orgasm hits me hard. Like a rocket shooting into the sky. My entire body shudders in ecstasy as I unload inside her.
She lets out a long, low sigh as I press into her one more time and hold it there, fully seating myself inside her. My cock pulses and I savor the feeling. This feeling. Her. And me.
After a few minutes pass, I pull out and we collapse on the couch. I roll her over so she’s lying on top of me, her body blanketing me. She rests her hands on my chest and places her chin on them, staring at me before she giggles.
“What?” A smile tugs on my lips as I lazily stroke her back.
“I can feel your seed leaking out of me.” She chuckles again.
“My seed, huh?” My brow peaks with humor.
She nods her head slowly.
“I see seed in the books I read and find the word funny.”
A familiar ache squeezes in my chest, so I fight back the words that threaten to spill out and reveal my feelings to her. I try to reason it’s because I’m in a bliss filled post coital place, but I don’t know if that will work anymore. Or much longer, at least.
“Do you want to come shower with me?” she asks. “My shower is nowhere close to the size of y’all’s and we likely won’t fit in there together, but I’m willing to try.”
We cuddle on the couch a little longer until she becomes a wiggle worm with constant giggles. “It sort of tickles as it trickles.” She throws her head back in a cackle. “I’m a poet and didn’t know it!”
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I playfully pat her butt, then push her off the couch so she lands with a thump on the floor.
“Ass.”
“Yes, I do love yours.” I pinch it as we walk into the bathroom.
An overwhelming urge to tell her about myself surfaces. About my orientation. It never really came up before because I didn’t think it mattered. But I want her to know me. Know all of me. Know the parts of me I keep tucked away and hidden from most.
I knew when I was in my late teens that I found boys attractive and had thoughts and dreams about them. Sexual dreams. It was a weird time in my life because things were going okay at Mary’s and I didn’t want to rock the boat with the guys. They were my guys. But not like that. Never like that.
I was scared they could sense something was different with me, so I started distancing myself.
I felt it was better if I did it before they learned the truth and did it on their own.
After about six months, they threw a bag over my head and whisked me away in a car.
Not their best idea since I nearly shit my pants, but they ended up taking me to a lake and forced me to tell them what was going on.
I was so scared. Probably the most scared I’d ever been, but they didn’t care.
They sat there, staring at me with furrowed brows.
They were mad. Mad that I thought they would leave me.
Not giving them credit is what they barked.
The bonds we had created went deeper than blood.
We were a brotherhood in every sense of the word.
It was a year later when I had my first threesome with Jax.
There was this girl Jax was seeing, and she had mentioned wanting to be with two guys at the same time.
We’d met a few times, and she was flirtatious with me, so they asked me.
Jax trusted me, and he was giving me the opportunity to have both of them.
I’d been watching a lot of male on male porn and pulled him aside before we met up with her and asked if he had a problem fucking me while I fucked her.
He thought about it for a minute and then gave some quip on how a hole is just a hole.
But I didn’t think it was that simple and felt it was more for me than for him, but we agreed, and that’s what we did.
I loved fucking her, but equally loved the feeling of him inside of me.
We told the guys what happened because we figured they’d find out and they were accepting.
Jax and I knew it wasn’t a thing. He had no desire to fuck other men or be fucked by them, but it was our thing.
A couple of months later, we went our own ways, Knox and Jax to the military, Callum to business school, and me to culinary school. I had dated several men while in school, but always felt like there was something missing.
We talked as often as we could, and would meet up for short stints when Knox and Jax came home. It was as if no time had passed, when in reality several years had passed. Callum and I graduated from our schools, and Jax and Knox both called their last tour.
We had our own places for a while, but had ideas for the future.
Big ideas.
We decided to rent a place together, each of us pulling jobs to contribute and storing away as much money as possible until we could make our dreams happen. Our first business was a sex club.
It made sense because we had questions, thoughts, and feelings we wanted answers to, but didn’t know where to find them. Rather, more importantly, find them safely. It was a tremendous success. Slow at first, but then it really took off.
We called her Allure.
Even with its success, there were a lot of things we did wrong with it or things we wanted to change as we learned more, but it was cost-prohibitive. A buyer from Dallas came to us, wanting to buy us out, offering a deal that was hard to refuse.
It didn’t take long for us to agree to the sale. It’s what gave us the capital to open Bo’s, Vixen, and to purchase a clothing store we renamed and rebranded to Loveuz.
“You coming?” she calls from the bathroom, pulling me away from my thoughts.
“Yeah.” I step into the bathroom. “There’s something I want to tell you.”