Chapter 22
Light is flickering through my eyelids, but I’m not ready to open them.
Wrapped up like a burrito, I’m so incredibly warm and cozy that I just want to stay like this for a while longer.
Then something shifts beside me as fingers trail across my bare belly, and I realize it’s not my comforter I’m wrapped up in.
It’s a man. One who lit all of my carefully laid plans for the future on fire with words that I didn’t even realize I needed to hear.
When we got into the apartment, we were starting to shiver, so we took turns stripping down in the bathroom, dried off, wrapped ourselves in towels, then climbed into my bed to warm up.
Our plan had been to order some food, hang out, and let the night take us where it would. Apparently, we fell asleep instead.
Twisting in his arms, I take the opportunity to study his sleeping face.
Or at least the part of it that isn’t mushed into the pillow.
The straight nose, crazy long lashes, and lips that I know from experience feel incredible against my own.
His light brown hair is sticking up all over the place, and the scruff on his face is prickly under my fingertips when my curiosity gets the better of me.
“You know…” he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep, “a man could get used to this.”
“Well, a girl could too.”
His eyes slowly open as he smiles, tugging me in closer. “We fell asleep.”
“We did.”
“I didn’t get to do all the things I wanted to do to you.” His hand moves from my lower back, down over my ass, and into the bend of my knee. “Seems we lost our towels sometime in the night.”
“That’s such a shame.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Lifting my knee, he hooks it over his hip which effectively pins his thick dick between my wet lips.
My gasp slips free, hands trailing up the spattering of hair on his chest. I’m desperately trying to keep my hips still, but I’m fighting a losing battle.
“I need to be inside you, Nik.” His words are full of desperation and hunger, his fingers digging into my skin.
“I need that too.”
With a soft moan, he rolls his hips back, the length of him sliding over my clit.
It feels so fucking good, and it only gets a million times better when the fat tip of his dick presses against my opening.
He doesn’t rush it, doesn’t thrust. Instead, he slowly slides in, the stretch feeling incredible as he joins our bodies in a way that’s intimate and sensual, tender and loving.
When he’s as deep as he can be, his fingers tighten on my ass.
“Holy shit. You feel… I can’t… There are no words…”
Tilting my chin up, I press a soft kiss against his lips. “Make love to me, Owen.”
“Always.” His slow withdrawal is just as torturous, the telltale tingles already creeping up my spine as my body clenches around him. “You keep squeezing me that good, and this won’t last.”
When he’s almost fully out, he lets the head of his cock play in and out, teasing me until I feel like I’m ready to scream. I don’t realize my hand has slid up his neck and into his hair, or that my fingers are gripping the strands, until he releases a low chuckle.
“You ready to come for me, love bug?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
“Feel me filling you up?” he murmurs against my lips as he starts the achingly slow descent into my body. “Feel me hard and thick inside you?”
His words, coupled with the sensations he’s describing, already have me teetering on the edge.
He pauses, fully seated inside of me, and kisses along my exposed neck, then his hand grips my ass, tilting my hips up just the slightest bit more as he grinds our hips together.
The action has my clit brushing along his base, and my body ignites.
“Oh god…” I rasp. My body is already starting to unravel despite the fact that he’s barely moving. “Don’t stop.”
“Does my love like that? My dick so deep and full in this tight little pussy? God, you’re gripping me so damn hard, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last, but there’s so much I still want to do to you.”
He talks me through my orgasm, my body convulsing lightly in his hold.
I’ve barely managed to catch my breath when he suddenly rolls onto his back, taking me with him.
My hands fly up to his chest to keep me upright, the spattering of hair beneath my fingertips proving he’s not the boy I once loved.
He’s a man—one whose green eyes are peering down my naked body with unabashed longing.
“Shit, Nik. You have no idea how many times I imagined this.”
“Tell me.”
“A hundred? A thousand? And now that I get to actually experience it, it’s a million times better than anything I ever dreamed of.”
My hips roll, needing friction for the overwhelming sensation already building inside of me again.
“Fuck yes. Ride me, sweetheart.” My body moves, hips surging back and forth. Large hands grip my hips while his eyes bounce between my face and my breasts. “Just like that, baby. Holy hell. You’re goddamn stunning right now.”
I’m so close, my body coiling up tight and ready to let go, when the bedroom door slams open.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you two,” Roscoe growls from the doorway. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Owen’s grin is strained, sweat beading along his forehead. “A little busy here, jackass. Yell at us later.”
I’m still looking over my shoulder as Owen forces my hips to start moving again.
I watch the tension ease from Roscoe’s body, but a different kind of heat lights up in his eyes.
Maybe I should feel embarrassed—riding one man while the other watches—but I’m not.
Instead, the fire in my belly flares hotter.
“Fuck, she likes you watching her. She just squeezed me so hard she cut off all circulation to my dick.”
Roscoe takes a deep breath, his nostrils flaring before he exhales. “He right, baby girl? You like me watching you ride his dick while your beautiful tits bounce?”
I bite my bottom lip, and he growls, stalking toward the bed.
“Say the words, Nik. Because in about point two seconds I’m not gonna give a damn, and I’ll be doing a helluva lot more than watching.”
Licking my lips, I say the words that I know will change everything. “I like it. A lot, actually.”
“Good,” is all Roz says before he grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in that way guys do that’s sexy as hell.
His shorts are next, and I realize he’s not even wearing boxers, his long, thick dick bouncing as he moves.
He climbs up onto the bed, throwing one of the pillows on the floor so he can inch closer.
“Then lean over, baby girl. We’re gonna see how good you are at multitasking. ”
His hand threads through my hair, pulling my body down until my mouth is level with his dick. There’s precum leaking from the tip, and my tongue comes out to lick it off. He groans loudly when my lips close around him, and my head tilts back just enough to look up into his amber eyes.
“Don’t stop moving those hips, baby girl. Owen looks like he’s close to losing his mind, and it’s not gonna take long before you’re swallowing down every drop I give you.”
With an ease that should be shocking, I fuck Owen while Roscoe starts to softly thrust into my mouth. In a matter of seconds, we’ve found a rhythm. The sounds they make as they fill me up have me damn near close to bursting.
“Shit, yes. Take me deeper, Nik.” Roscoe thrusts in hard, making me gag, then does it again.
Owen starts thrusting from below, and Roz uses that to his advantage.
He grips both sides of my face. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little throat, and you’re gonna take it.
If it’s too much, tap my thigh. Do you understand? ”
He pulls me off just long enough for me to respond.
“Yes, sir.”
He curses. “Shit, this is gonna be fast. You almost there, Ox?”
“Bro, I’ve been there. Just waiting for you to hurry your ass up.”
Roz slides back into my mouth. “You’ve got one man on the verge of losing himself inside that tight ass pussy of yours and another ready to spill down your throat. You ready, baby girl?”
I hum around his dick.
“You’re gonna come with us, sweetheart,” Owen commands, one hand slipping from my hip and sliding between our bodies to circle my clit.
“Jesus, that’s hot.” Roscoe’s fingers slide to the back of my head, tangling in my hair. “Get ready, baby. I’m going deep. Breathe through your nose.”
He takes two more thrusts before he pulls me all the way down on his cock. My nose is nestled in the hair at his base, and I can’t breathe, but my focus is torn because Owen is slamming into me harder from below and I can already feel the first spasms of my pussy around him.
“Fuck yeah. Just like that.” Roz is holding me down, his dick throbbing against my tongue. I gag, and he curses in response, fingers tightening in my hair until it stings. “Ox?”
“Shit. I’m coming. I…” He slams in hard, and I instinctively scream as the pleasure becomes so damn violent it borders on pain.
The action has Roz slipping just a bit farther down my throat. “Oh, goddamn…” He grunts, releasing thick pulses of cum down my throat.
I try to swallow it all, but my body goes taut as my own orgasm whips through me like a tornado. It ends up coming out my nose as his release drags on and on. Owen is still grinding into me from below, the friction across my clit making my own release feel like it’s inching up higher and higher.
The second my body starts to come back down to earth, I suck in a ragged breath of air and anchor myself in the feel of Owen’s hands soothing the spots on my hips where his fingers dug in and Roscoe brushing my hair back from my face.
When I can focus enough to look into his eyes, there’s reverence staring back at me.
“You were fucking glorious, baby girl. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in all my life.”
“I’m pretty sure I shot cum out my nose.”
“You did. My cum,” he murmurs proudly.
Owen reaches over and punches his thigh. “Jesus, dick. Go get a wash cloth and clean her up.”
Roscoe just smiles, reaches over to the nightstand, and grabs a tissue. He quickly cleans up the bulk of the mess on my face, then leans down and presses a kiss on my forehead. “Be right back, baby.”
He slips off the bed and into the bathroom just as Owen’s fingers grip my chin and force me to meet his worried eyes.
“You okay?”
Exhausted, I let my body fall to his chest, my head tucked against his chin. “I’m fucking magnificent, Goldilocks.”
His chest rumbles beneath me. “Good, because once Carson hears about what just went on here, all bets are off.”
“He’s gonna be so pissed he didn’t choose to check the apartment,” Roz quips smugly, walking back into the room with a warm rag. He leans down, gently lifts my face from Owen’s chest, and tenderly washes up the rest of the mess the tissue didn’t get.
I can feel my eyelids getting heavy, the slow rise and fall of Owen’s chest lulling me to sleep. With a big yawn, I finally close my eyes.
“Sleep, love bug. You let us handle Cars.”
“Should probably text him so he stops worrying,” I mumble, already losing the battle to stay awake. “We’ve got the Harvest Festival tonight.”
The last thing I hear before I start to doze off is both men groaning.