Chapter Twenty-Three – Royal #2
“I was in the hall,” she says once she stands in between us. “I am a total eavesdropper, by the way. I overhear everything, especially when I have nothing better to do.” She beams at that, like she takes it as a compliment, even though she’s the one who said it.
I fucking knew she was an eavesdropper. I called that. That means she heard everything Ezra and I were saying, and she heard everything the three of us were talking about in Hawthorne’s office. Shocker.
“Well?” she asks, tilting her head. “Go on, then. Keep gushing over me. I want to hear more about how I complete your lives and this house. Or you two can talk about all the nasty things you’d like to do to me the next time we’re alone. I’d accept that, too.”
Ezra sighs, but he matches her smile with one of his own, albeit gentler. I, on the other hand, give her a devious smirk and say, “Why don’t you tell us all the nasty things you want us to do to you instead? Just so we can see where your head is at.”
Her gray eyes study me, then they examine Ezra.
We stand in a triangle, the three of us doing a whole lot of staring.
It’s almost like we’re each waiting for someone else to start something—or at least I am.
The moment someone starts something, I’ll fucking finish it, and I’ll finish it by burying myself between those juicy thighs of hers.
“For starters, I would love more teamwork the next time there’s more than one dick in the equation,” Abby says, and she says it so matter-of-factly you’d think she’s talking about the weather outside, something inconsequential.
Something unimportant. “Overload me with dick. Tag-team me. Take turns before you finish. Get real nasty about it. I can handle anything you throw at me, or shove in me.”
Everything she says comes with a vivid picture in my head, and even though none of us are touching, the mere thought of doing what she’s suggesting makes my cock tingle and harden in my pants. It grows in length and size until I’m sure the imprint on my pants is noticeable to everyone in the room.
I can’t fucking help it. Everything she’s saying? I want to do it all and then some.
When neither of us say a word, she continues, “Do I need to paint a better picture for you guys? Okay, can do. I would love to be filled with cock. One of you could be in my mouth while the other is behind me. You could swap out, too.” It’s like she remembers another position, because she adds, “Oh! Now this will probably need a lot of foreplay and maybe even some practice stretching if you know what I mean, but I would love to try out some DVP. I read it in a book once and I always thought there was no way in hell something like that can be possible.”
“DVP?” Ezra echoes as his brows furrow.
Abby grins. “Look it up. I’m sure you’ll get some…
interesting results. If you need to watch some videos to prepare yourself, to get some demonstrations, then just come find me and I’ll watch them, too.
I will drop everything I’m doing to join you.
We will need lots of lube, I’m thinking.
Maybe you guys could get some delivered to the house, so we have it, in case we’re ever feeling frisky and want to give it a shot. ”
I can’t hold it in anymore. I take a step toward her, wrap my hand around the back of her neck and force her to look up at me as I say, “The more you talk, the more I want to stuff my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.”
Ezra’s eyes go wide at that, but Abby keeps grinning as she tells me, “Then why don’t you do it already? This mouth is waiting.” She definitely likes teasing, pushing the limits, and seeing exactly where all her pushing leads. “What do you say, Ezra? Want to make some of my dreams come true?”
The look on Ezra’s face isn’t so much conflicted as it is still confused about what she was talking about before.
I am fairly certain I know what DVP is, but if Abby wants us to do some research with her, then I’m down for that, too.
It’ll be way better than explaining what it is to him.
Better to see it with his own eyes. Better for us to see it in practice some before trying it out, too.
But that other position she mentioned? With one of us in her mouth and the other one behind her? That one is as self-explanatory as they come. We could do that position right here and now, and all we have to do is take off our clothes.
His silence causes Abby to say, “If you don’t want, if it’s too much for you—”
He strides closer to her, standing to her left while I keep a firm hand around the back of her neck.
“It’s not,” he says, acting much more confident than I would’ve assumed he was capable of.
It really is like he flicked a switch, like whatever talk he and Abby had before they first fucked really made things clear for him.
Good, because I have an aching cock and I’m ready to put that rambling mouth of hers to use.
I give Abby’s hair a small tug before I release her.
Ezra doesn’t need any further guidance. Together, we work on taking off her clothes.
Him and I are used to working as a team on our kills, so fucking her together won’t be so out of the norm for us.
Killing, fucking; they’re both thrilling, in their own way.
We make a good team, Ezra and I. Our hands don’t get in the way of each other’s. As one of us works to take off her shirt, the other is unbuttoning her pants. Together, we make short work on her clothes, and soon enough she stands between us, beautifully naked and ready for us.
Neither of us can take our eyes off her. She’s fucking gorgeous. Every square inch on that body begs to be devoured, to be memorized, and I know without a doubt that space between her legs is tightening in anticipation over what is to come.
I whip off my shirt next, and I never break eye contact with her as I work on taking off everything below the waist while Ezra sheds his clothes. Honestly? I have to hand it to him. He’s getting with the picture faster than I thought he would, and I’m so fucking glad we’re on the same page.
Why would we fight over Abby? Why would she fight over us? Why do any of that when the solution is a simple one: we each have her, and she has all of us. It might not be your average relationship, but we aren’t your average people.
Abby is about to sink down to her knees, presumably to take my cock in her mouth, but Ezra stops her by saying, “Wait.” Both she and I are confused; now isn’t the time to wait for anything, but within seconds, we find out why.
He lowers himself to the floor, laying on his back beside her, and then he taps her outer ankle. His head is near her feet. He doesn’t need to say what he wants her to do.
She steps over him, then finally sinks down, and as she does so, she lowers her apex to his face, to his waiting mouth. I can tell the moment he starts eating her out, because she throws her head back and lets out a soft, breathy moan.
Though I don’t doubt she could lose herself to Ezra’s mouth, I’m not going to stand back and wait my turn, not when she brought up being tag-teamed. This is what she wants, ain’t it? I’ll give her that and more.
I move so that my feet are spread around her and Ezra. As she sits on his face and gets eaten out from below, I work on lowering my body enough so that my cock is level with her face. It takes a bit of maneuvering on my part, but I manage. Let’s just say I’m glad I don’t skip leg day.
Abby, though she’s relishing in Ezra’s skilled work at her apex from between her thighs, is ready for me. In between her moans, she parts her lips, and I don’t hesitate to push my cock into her mouth.
The moment she takes me in, I have to throw my head back and moan.
Such a wet, warm mouth. I knew it’d fucking feel good, and I was right.
She bobs her head along me while Ezra feasts on her from below.
I tangle one of my hands into her hair, setting the pace of her mouth.
Though she feels spectacular, I don’t want to erupt too soon.
No, I’ll hold out as long as I can, even though it might be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.
Have to practice that willpower, don’t I? Especially if we’re going to do this often. Stamina is king, and that power of mine has taken a hit for obvious reasons these past few years. It’s like a muscle you haven’t used in a while: when you don’t fuck, having stamina doesn’t matter.
But when you do? It fucking matters. It matters a whole hell of a lot.
I don’t go at her mouth like a crazed animal lost in a rut.
I move my hips slowly, and the slow movements help stave off the pleasure in me.
If I have my way, I’ll hold off long enough that Ezra will be inside her from behind by then, and I will have a mountain of cum ready to be unleashed, and she’ll gobble it down like the dirty girl she is.
My hips rock back and forth, and I can tell when she’s getting close to her own release; she focuses less on sucking, more muffled sounds escaping her cock-stuffed mouth.
Somehow, I manage to time it perfectly—I yank my cock out of her mouth just seconds before she comes from Ezra’s work beneath her, and I watch as she cries out and unravels for him, grinding her pussy down on his face.
Only when her orgasm is finished do I release my hold on the back of her head and say, “I think it’s time for you to get on your hands and knees for us now, don’t you?” My voice comes out gruff, the words all but grunted out.
Abby does as I said. She practically falls off Ezra’s face and positions herself on her hands and knees.
Ezra props himself up, rolls onto his knees, and moves behind her, drawing his hands along her hips and spreading her ass cheeks.
His cock is rock hard and ready to plunder its treasure, and mine is ready to resume fucking her luscious mouth.
So that’s what we do.