Chapter 12 Dane
Dane
Jonathan and Stuart cross the conservatory in tandem, footsteps nearly silent on the stone tile. As they reach Claire, I see the way her body tenses, expectant, every nerve ending humming.
"Come here," Jonathan murmurs, voice rough. He extends a hand, and she takes it without looking away from me. Stuart's eyes find mine; for a brief instant, there is a glimmer of truce, an understanding that tonight is about her, about us as a unit rather than fractured lines of possessive tension.
The moment passes, and all I can focus on is the way they lift Claire to her feet—Jonathan's arms wrapped around her waist, Stuart's steadying hand at the small of her back.
We slowly begin to undress her. Jonathan is the first to move, sliding his hands under the hem of her dress.
The fabric catches on her hips, lifting inch by inch, exposing the backs of her thighs and the curve of her ass.
He grins at the sight and looks up to catch her smile, some kind of private joke between them.
Stuart is more deliberate; his fingers find the tiny zipper at the side, lowering it slowly while he doesn’t take his eyes off her face.
I kneel down on the floor and begin to unbuckle her strappy high-heel sandals. I’ve never notice how beautiful her feet are, and I think about how I want to suck on her gorgeous toes.
Her dress falls to the ground and Jonathan and Stuart remove her bra and panties, leaving her completely naked. She gingerly sits on the daybed again, her eyes sultry and dreamy.
I take her sandals off and draw her foot to my lips, pressing a kiss to the delicate instep before taking her toes into my mouth, one by one, savoring.
Claire laughs—a breathless, shocked sound that dissolves into a moan.
I can feel Jonathan and Stuart watching, their hunger sharpened by seeing her start to come undone.
"Fuck, that's hot," Jonathan says, his voice reverent, eyes locked on the way I tongue between her toes.
Claire can't form words, only gasps as I suck and swirl my tongue. I want her to feel worshipped; to know she’s a goddess.
I kiss my way up her calf, tasting salt and the faintest echo of her lavender essential oil.
When I reach her knee, Jonathan slides beside her and kneels, gently urging her thighs open.
She lays back on the bed and he buries his face between her legs, working with single-minded focus, and Claire shudders as the first wave of pleasure overtakes her.
Stuart, meanwhile, moves to the side of the daybed, kneeling next to her, framing her face with his hands.
He kisses her like he’s starving and she’s the only sustenance left in the world—deep, possessive, almost desperate, as though he thinks every moment could be the last. She meets his intensity, fingers splaying through his hair, holding him there.
“This thing is way too small for all of this,” Stuart says suddenly. He lifts Claire to her feet again and Jonathan and I follow suit.
Stuart grabs the mattress of the daybed and, with one hard yank, drags it to the floor.
I chuckle as Jonathan and Stuart go right back to what they were doing as soon as they settle Claire down on the mattress again.
I move in beside them, pressing kisses to her neck, the curve of her breast, the bud of her nipple. I take it in my mouth and suck softly, hands exploring the soft concave of her stomach.
From here, I can see Jonathan circling her clit with his tongue, and Claire’s hips writhing, following his rhythm, desperate for more. I can’t fucking look away.
My hand is still on her stomach, holding her in place as she arches up and practically rides Jonathan’s face. He groans and the vibration makes her spasm with pleasure.
She tries to pull away, but he doesn't let her. I watch, enthralled, as he chases her, latching on with a practiced flicker and swirl of his tongue. Her head whips back, hair spilling across the pillow, and her limbs tremble with the effort of holding herself on that edge.
"Don't stop," she begs—her voice thick, words slurred by pleasure.
I brush my thumb over her nipple, pinching lightly. Her eyes fly open, finding mine, and she looks wild—cheeks flushed, lips open, eyes searching mine.
Jonathan stops what’s he doing momentarily, looking up at her with her juices running down his chin. “What do you want, Claire? I’ll do anything you want, baby. Just tell me.”
“Keep sucking my clit. I’m so fucking close, just don’t stop again.”
He nods and goes back to focusing on her clit.
“Finger fuck me, too. I need to feel something inside my pussy.”
I watch him immediately push not one but two fingers inside her, while she bucks her hips.
Claire's body tenses, her eyes squeezing shut as Jonathan works her with ruthless precision. I watch her back arch dramatically off the mattress, her hands clutching desperately at Stuart's shoulders as he continues to kiss her.
"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm coming," she cries out, her entire body trembling violently.
I feel my own arousal increase as she shatters beneath our collective touch. Her orgasm is magnificent—primal and unrestrained—her legs clamping around Jonathan's head as she lets go. The sound she makes is a high keening wail that echoes through the room.
Before she can even catch her breath, Jonathan moves up her body with predatory grace. He pulls his hard cock out of his pants, and I watch as he positions himself between her still-quivering thighs.
"I need to be inside you right fucking now," he growls, voice rough with desperation.
Claire nods frantically, reaching for him. "Fuck, yes."
In one powerful thrust, Jonathan buries himself inside her, making them both cry out.
He doesn't give her time to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm that has the makeshift bed sliding on the tile floor.
His muscles flex with each powerful drive, sweat glistening on his back as he claims her with an incredible intensity.
"Fuck, Claire, you feel so good," he pants.
Stuart has pulled his cock out and is stroking it, his eyes never leaving Claire’s face.
Claire's eyes lock with Stuart's, and without hesitation, she reaches for him, wrapping her delicate fingers around his thick shaft.
I watch, transfixed, as she guides his cock to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste him before taking him into her mouth.
Stuart's head falls back, a guttural moan escaping him as her lips stretch around his girth.
Jonathan's pace doesn't falter; if anything, watching Claire pleasure Stuart drives him to thrust harder, deeper, his hands gripping her hips with enough force to leave marks.
"Fuck," Stuart groans, his usual composure completely shattered. His fingers tangle in her hair, anchoring himself as she takes him deeper. The wet sounds of her mouth on him mix with the rhythmic slap of Jonathan's body against hers, creating a primal symphony that makes my cock jump.
I shed my clothes quickly and position myself near one of her feet which is stretched out long while the other one is wrapped around Jonathan’s lower back. I begin to suck on her toes again while I stroke my rock-hard shaft.
I hear her moan around Stuart’s cock, and I keep going. I’m going to blow my load in no time, and I have the thought of doing it all over her feet.
I sense her entire body tensing as Jonathan's thrusts become erratic and Stuart's breathing grows ragged. The air is thick with the scent of sex, the conservatory's glass walls steaming slightly from our combined heat.
"I'm going to come," Jonathan gasps, his fingers digging into Claire's hips. "Fuck, Claire, I’m coming."
Claire moans around Stuart's cock, and I hear him take in a sharp breath.
"Fuck… me too," Stuart growls, his voice strained. "Claire, I'm—"
They both climax within seconds of each other, Jonathan burying himself deep inside her with a guttural groan while Stuart pulses between her lips. Claire follows immediately after, her body convulsing between them, toes curling against my mouth as her second orgasm of the night tears through her.
I continue stroking myself, still hard and desperate for release, watching as Jonathan slowly pulls out of her. He collapses beside her, chest heaving, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Fuck, that was incredible," he pants, pressing a kiss to Claire's shoulder.
Stuart withdraws too, looking dazed and utterly wrecked in the best possible way. He brushes Claire's hair from her face tenderly.
Jonathan looks over at me, noticing my still-hard cock. "Your turn, Dane.”
I look at Claire, taking in her flushed skin, her hair wild from Stuart's hands, her lips swollen from his cock. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen—utterly debauched and completely satisfied. I desperately need to claim her too, need to feel her come apart around me.
"Are you up for one more round tonight?" I ask, my voice husky. "You've saved the best for last, after all." The joke is weak, but I can't help myself.
Claire smiles lazily up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded in an orgasmic daze. "God, yes," she breathes. "Come here."
Something primal stirs in me at her eagerness. I move to her, helping her roll over. "Get on your hands and knees," I tell her.
She complies immediately, positioning herself before me, ass raised, back arched in a perfect curve that makes my mouth go dry. Her hair falls forward, exposing her neck, and I can't resist leaning down to press my lips there as I position myself behind her.
I enter her slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat of her. She's slick from Jonathan, but I don't care – there's something intensely erotic about feeling the evidence of what came before, knowing she can take all of us and still want more.
"Fuck, Claire. You feel amazing.”
I begin thrusting into her with slow, deliberate strokes, reveling in how her body yields to me. Each push draws a soft gasp from her lips. I reach around her hip, finding her clit with my fingers. I start circling it gently, feeling the slick wetness there.
"Oh god," Claire moans, pushing back against me, taking me deeper. She rocks her hips with more urgency, grinding herself against my fingers while simultaneously impaling herself on my cock.
I increase my pace, mesmerized by the sight of her back arching, her hair swinging with each thrust. My fingers work faster on her clit, matching the rhythm of my hips. She's so responsive, so perfectly attuned to my touch.
"Harder," she begs, her voice breaking. "Please, Dane, harder."
I oblige, gripping her hip with my free hand while maintaining the circular motion on her clit. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room. I'm vaguely aware of Stuart and Jonathan watching us, their eyes hungry despite their recent release.
"You're so beautiful like this," I tell her, my voice strained with effort. "Taking all of us, still wanting more. Fucking insatiable."
She responds with a moan that seems to come from somewhere deep inside her, primal and uninhibited. I can feel her body beginning to tense again, trembling on the edge of another climax.
As she comes, her walls clench around my cock and draw out the most amazing fucking orgasm I’ve ever had. It feels like it goes on for several minutes, though I know that’s probably not true. All I know is, I never want it to end.