Chapter Forty-Five
Ingram
This fucking girl was going to be the death of me. Normally, she silenced that void inside of me. She forced it under, let me control myself, but right now? I felt no control at all.
I stroked my cock, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly.
That voice inside me that always wanted more screamed between my temples, made me desperate to sink into her.
I wanted all of her, more, everything. I sucked on her nipple, teasing it with my lips, scraping it with my teeth, but it just wasn’t enough.
I got Carter’s point, even agreed with it in a totally hypothetical way, but in reality?
It fucking sucked.
I wanted nothing more than to sink into her tight heat, to feel the way her cunt would wrap around my cock, to fuck her until I could fill her with my seed. Fuck, a part of me even wanted to knock her up even if I knew damn well it wasn’t possible, if I knew I couldn’t do that.
Something touched my cock, and at first, I thought it was her.
Was she reaching for me? The idea had me pulling back, away from her.
Except, it wasn’t. Yun remained where she had been, and instead Shear had reached from the side and wrapped his cool palm against my cock, teasing the places where the barbells sat along the bottom edge.
It was far from the first time he’d touched me like this, but it was the first time we had an audience for it.
Still, I wasn’t about to tell him to stop, not when I so badly wanted to fuck Yun and knew I couldn’t. Shear’s hand was a hell of a lot better than my own.
So I leaned back in and raked my teeth across Yun’s nipple as Shear stroked me.
The mixing of stimuli, the sensation of not only Shear’s hand but the guiding from Yun, the lust as that corruption shifted through me, out of me, had me on edge already. Sure, I was hungry, wanted more, but it wasn’t quite that gnawing need of before. This felt almost normal.
The sweet moans that left Yun’s lips drove me deeper, higher.
They were quiet, as though she tried to hold them back but couldn’t.
It was the nice thing about alcohol, that ability to let go—or rather the inability to hold on.
She sounded like the classical music that Carter liked to put on from time to time, something I almost felt more than heard, something that reached deeper than anything else.
I released her nipple to take her lips, wanting to feel something different, wanting to taste those sounds she made.
She didn’t keep from me, parting her lips and slipping her tongue into the heat of my mouth, teasing my own tongue, having me groan as it all overwhelmed me.
The idea that she’d never done this revved me up all the more.
She moved with clumsy motions, a clear indicator that she hadn’t lied about that.
Some women liked to pretend to be a virgin, playing up their innocence, thinking it tempted men.
The way Yun’s teeth hit mine, the way she broke the kiss to gasp in air, it all said this was new to her, that she had no idea what she was doing, that instinct alone drove her forward.
Yun arched her back, her fingers grasping and digging into my arm so hard that her blunt little nails broke skin as she came and she whimpered out a broken, desperate little sound past my lips.
I’d seen her come before, back in the RV, but I hadn’t gotten to touch her back then. I’d felt more removed, just a witness to something instead of a participant. I broke the kiss to see the flush on her cheeks, the way she panted hard with every breath, the rapid rise and fall of her bare chest.
She was beautiful. No, more than that, more than any of the stupid fucking words I’d ever had before, that I could hold on to or utter. She was something greater than anything else, the thing I’d strived for but never could find before, the thing I searched for, that I craved but couldn’t identify.
Then she was gone, had moved so quickly that I bared my teeth in frustration.
Kenyon had flipped her, moving her light form until she was on all fours in front of him. For a moment, I feared he’d take it too far, that he’d do something we’d already said he wouldn’t.
The worry was ill-founded, however, as he slipped his cock between her thighs, then tapped her leg. “Keep them tight.”
Yun did as he said, squeezing her legs together to allow Kenyon to fuck the tight space between them, his large hands grasping her hips making her look somehow even smaller.
Carter leaned back, watching, as though the sight alone got him off.
Then again, maybe it did. Who knew what that twisted, secretive fucker thought?
Right then, something hot and soft moved up the underside of my cock, the familiar sensation enough to get me to release a gasping, shuddering breath.
Shear’s black hair obscured my view, but I’d recognize his tongue anywhere, the way his lips played across the Jacob’s ladder piercings that adorned the length of my cock.
While this was usually done when I needed it, when my body and his mind were so out of sorts we couldn’t regulate any other way, this time felt oddly different. Even if the touch was similar, neither of us felt as broken as usual.
Or, fuck, maybe I was being stupid and romantic with all the guiding.
I rested on my knees, spreading my thighs to give him access and room, letting my head fall back and surrendering to the feeling, the scents in the room, to it all. Sure, I’d fucked guides with the others before. It shouldn’t have felt new, but fuck…it did.
This felt so different, as though Yun had a compatibility with us that I had never experienced before. She moved with us, made me feel as though she connected us in a way we’d never been before. She served as a bridge to bind us together, to cross the inevitable distance between us.
Fuck, it was like she was the water around us, like we were islands and she gave us a way to reach the others.
I shook my head, hating the way I’d just gone fucking romantic and philosophical.
How fucking embarrassing.
At least until the bed shifted, and I forced my eyes open again to find not just Shear leaning down before me, but Yun as well.
So, this is what kills me in the end?