Chapter 14 #2
“Beautiful,” I murmur, watching as she blinks up at me. “Perfect.”
Her navy eyes are wide, and she’s glowing in the way only someone fully satisfied can.
“Clothes are on the bed, angel,” I tell her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Take whatever time you need. We’ll grab some lunch in a little while, yeah?” She nods slowly, her eyes fixed on mine like I just handed her the stars.
She’s so damn cute, and right now, utterly breathtaking.
“You’re welcome, by the way, baby,” I toss over my shoulder with a wink, shutting the door behind me as I head back down the hall with the taste of her still lingering on my tongue.
Roman is where I left him at the island, nursing another coffee. I like that he’s treating this trip like a real break, not dragging his strict diet or brutal morning workouts along with him. He needs the pause, whether he admits it or not.
“Where’s Zeke?”
Roman looks up at me, his brow raised. “He’s on the phone with his mom.”
Something in my face must scream, I just went down on Addie, because his eyes narrow instantly.
“What have you done?”
“Me?” I step closer and turn his barstool, positioning myself between his legs. He sets his coffee down, and his hands slide around to grip my ass before settling on the small of my back. “Why don’t you find out what I’ve done, Captain?”
I watch as he inhales, and I see the exact second it hits him. His eyes darken, and I know he’s figured it out. He knows I’ve had my mouth on her.
“You smell like her.”
I drag my tongue slowly across my bottom lip, not even trying to hide it.
His eyes follow the movement like he’s hypnotized, pupils blowing wider with every second that passes.
He shoves to his feet, grabs my face in both hands, and presses his lips to mine.
His tongue drives into my mouth, seeking mine like he needs to taste what’s left of her on me.
“You taste like her too.”
“Fucking delicious, isn’t she?” I murmur against his lips. “I knew you’d remember, and I get it. Her pussy’s exquisite.”
His mouth crashes back onto mine, and I drop my hand to grip his cock through his shorts. He growls deep in my throat before I pull back just enough, lips brushing against his.
“Are you kissing me or eating her?”
“Both,” he breathes out, thrusting forward, tongue sliding back into my mouth before he pulls away again. “Tasting you two together though… Fuck, it’s everything.”
We’re both gasping, rutting, and kissing like we’re trying to claw our way inside each other when I hear Zeke’s voice cut through the haze.
“I will never tire of this view.”
Roman jerks his head up, breath ragged, and he turns slightly. I look over his shoulder just in time to see Zeke standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, and fuck me, the heat in his eyes says he’s next.
“Get your ass over here,” Roman growls, reaching out and yanking Zeke straight into us.
“Roman’s had one taste of Addie off my lips, and now he’s gone feral.”
Zeke’s jaw tightens. “Share.”
Roman’s hands thread into both our hair as we lean in—three mouths, one kiss, and fuck, it’s the best kind of chaos.
Zeke groans when our tongues meet, licking into my mouth as if he’s chasing her down, too, like he needs to taste what’s left of her in the mess we’ve made.
Now we’re just three hard-as-hell men, wrecked by one woman’s scent and the taste of each other.
“I’ve had her,” I pant out between kisses. “Now I want you. Both of you.”
“Get on your knees,” Roman commands, giving zero fucks if Addie were to walk in and find us like this.
Zeke’s already unzipping his jeans. “You’re gonna choke on both of us. You’ll swallow every drop, and you’re gonna stroke your cock while you do it, understand?”
“Got it, baby. Now shut up and put my throat to use.”
Roman fists his cock. “You’ve got the sluttiest fucking mouth, Jasper.”
I swirl my tongue over the tip of Roman’s cock, tasting the first salty drop, then turn my head toward Zeke, giving him the same attention.
“I know… now fucking fill it.”
Roman’s cock is in his hand one second, the glint of his piercing catching the light, and the next it’s sliding into my mouth before I can even blink. My hand slips into my sweatpants, fingers wrapping around my dick as he grips my head and starts to thrust.
“God, you’re so good,” he says, groaning.
“Fuck his throat, Rome,” Zeke growls, his fist pumping slowly next to him. “He can take it.”
“Can you, baby? Can you take every inch of this cock?” I moan around him, eyes watering, spit slicking my chin. I don’t pull back. I take it. I’m on the edge, ready to fucking lose it when he pulls out and tilts my chin up to meet his eyes. “Think about that while Zeke fucks your mouth.”
My attention shifts to Zeke. He’s not as long as Roman, but he’s a fucking monster in his own right, and he knows exactly what to do with it.
I glance up, my lips parted, and he slaps the head against my tongue, owning me.
I open up and let him in, my tongue working over him as he sinks deeper, until my nose is pressed tight against his groin.
One hand grips his ass, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
My other hand is still buried in my sweatpants, pumping myself fast, already so far gone I could come just from the sound of their breathing.
“That’s it,” Zeke growls. “Such a good fucking boy.”
The words hit me right in the chest. Praise like that only winds me tighter.
I look up just as Zeke leans into Roman. They kiss like they’re starving, and the only thing keeping them standing is each other. Both cocks push past my lips, switching back and forth until my jaw aches, and I’m dizzy with it.
“Tongue out for us,” Zeke murmurs, both of their hands stroking through my hair.
Roman stands over me, eyes wild, cock in hand, and his muscles are pulled tight. “You ready?”
I glance up between them, smirking through my parted lips. “Give it to me.”
“You don’t swallow,” he growls, fist working faster. “You keep it on your tongue until I say.”
“Yes, sir.”
Roman groans as his cum shoots across my tongue, thick and hot.
I hold it there.
My eyes focus on Zeke, watching as his fist tightens, and his cock swells as he nears the edge.
What I don’t expect is Roman suddenly dropping to his knees in front of me and taking my cock down his throat. I buck hard, barely managing to keep my mouth open for Zeke as he steps in, moaning as his cum coats my tongue.
Pleasure crashes through me, and I shoot into his mouth, and when he finally pulls off, my whole body sags. Roman stands, grips my jaw tight, and spits my cum right back onto my tongue—him, Zeke, and the ghost of Addie all mixed together. A taste of all four of us and everything we could be.
“Now be a good boy and swallow,” Zeke commands.
And I do, with a huge fucking smile on my face.
Both of my men lean in, hungry for what they left behind. They lick my lips and suck my tongue, chasing the taste of themselves, her, and me.
When Zeke finally helps me up, I just laugh and shake my head. “You’re an animal, Roman, you know that?”
“You love it.” He grins like the asshole he is, presses a kiss to my neck, then slaps my ass hard enough to make me flinch. “I’m going for another shower, then we’ll get lunch, yeah?”
“I just swallowed a whole fucking buffet,” I fire back, and I hear his laugh follow him down the hall.
I turn to Zeke, who’s perched on a barstool, his legs spread, watching me like I’m the center of his universe.
“Come here,” he says, pulling me between his legs and pressing a soft kiss to my bare chest. “You good?”
“You kidding?” But I know him—Zeke always checks in. It’s who he is, and I love him for it. “That’s easily in the top five mornings of my life.”
I slide my fingers into his hair and gently tilt his head back so I can really look at him.
“Are you okay?”
“Always,” he answers with a smile.
“I’m serious…”
“I know. And I promise I’m good. I’m just thinking about those two.”
“Roman and Addie?” He nods. “Whether he wants to admit it or not, things will move forward between them. And yeah, it’s gonna mess him up, but it’s the only way he heals. The only way they both do.”
“He’s going to get so lost in his head,” Zeke murmurs.
“I know.” I pause, pressing my forehead to his. “But I also know this is going somewhere. I know she’s not walking away from us.”
“You do, huh?”
“Yeah,” I say, brushing my thumb across his cheek. “I really do.”