Chapter 9
Kipp
I lean against the edge of the doorframe, eyes finally drinking in the intoxicating sight I heard last night.
Damn.
Seeing the shit firsthand is way more delicious.
And definitely has my head spinning ten times faster.
I mean…what’s not to fucking love here?
His arm swung protectively around her?
The one hand palming her tit, blocking the world from seeing her nipple?
Their legs tangled together as if he’s worried, she’ll scurry away, and she’s afraid he’s going to let her?
He won’t.
Not just because I won’t, but because in spite of all the huffing and puffing and pretending he has no fucks to give for someone who metaphorically just drove off the back of a transport plane to crash into the jungles of our fairly uncomplicated lives, he cares.
Actually. Cares.
It’s why he asked about her during his longer towing stretch.
It’s why be brought home a whole chocolate pie for dessert instead of just a couple slices.
It’s why he let her use his shower and made sure she wrapped herself in his towel and insisted she could have one of his pillows for the night.
He wasn’t staking a claim to tell me to fuck off.
No.
He was simply showing me that if I really want her here, she’s welcomed.
If I fucking care, he’ll learn to care, too.
You know, funny thing is, Bunny calls him a mutt, but it’s more accurate than she realizes.
Yeah.
He barks.
And yeah.
He bites.
But he’s also protective as fuck.
Loyal as fuck.
And just wants to be rewarded with a fuck of appreciation.
In some cases…literally.
However, not directly from me.
Or I guess it’d be more accurate to say not directly from me yet.
That shit is coming.
I can feel it.
He can feel it.
And Bunny can fucking feel it considering how she keeps looking at us like that’s what she’s ultimately waiting for.
She’ll be the first we share.
The only.
Nolan’s phone begins buzzing across his bedside table prompting me to call out, “That’s the fifth one this hour.”
My best friend pops open one eye to spot my position.
“Third in the last twenty.”
Deep grumbles seem to successfully stir his bedmate awake.
“Coffee’s already in a cup.”
More grunts echo around the room at the same time her stare settles on me.
Mine.
Widens from surprise but swiftly melts in what can only be described as a sympathetic nature, although I’m not entirely sure why.
She has nothing to be sorry for.
I’m great at sharing.
At least with him.
“Fuck. Me,” Nolan mumbles during his shift upward. “Guess I need to go rinse my balls in the sink.”
“Might wanna give the teeth a go too.”
He grunts in agreement, swings his legs over his side of the bed, and stands before indulging a good stretch.
While this isn’t the first time, I’ve seen him stretch – or naked for that matter – it is the first time I openly admire what I see.
Tattoos – the odes to the life we live now – and burns – reminders of the life he’d lived before – are spread out all across his back like a junkyard project put together with only the spare parts a person could find.
I’ve never hated it.
Why would I?
Sure, top of the line, custom and shiny and brand fucking new are all great, but there’s so much to appreciate about an older model. One you know has been roughed up. Banged. Can handle a harder hit. Last longer under pressure. Will require a little more love from you to roar like it once did.
Maybe that’s one reason why I’ve always loved him.
He isn’t easy.
He requires work.
And effort.
And I treasure the shit out of getting to spend time under that type of hood.
My gaze manages to grab one more eyeful of his toned ass prior to him heading for his bathroom. His semi receives a small tug that’s mindlessly followed by a lazy scratch to his sack, both indications he’s still in the process of waking up. That he’s still in that phase where he remembers his name and not much else. Rather than continue to track his movements, I shift my glare to where Bunny’s still presenting me with an apologetic gaze. One that’s pleading for forgiveness.
Understanding.
Mercy.
Poor sweet thing…
She’s not getting any of that shit.
The first two aren’t needed, and the last one?
Well, it isn’t on the breakfast menu.
Crossing over to her side of the bed is wordlessly done. Sounds of the sink running could easily capture her attention; however, Bunny keeps her stare planted on me. Studies the way I drop to my knees upon arrival. How my fingers curl around her legs. Roughly turn her unsteady figure. Yank her to the very edge of the mattress where she’s spread wide despite her gasp.
Burying my face between her thighs overwhelms my senses with maddening scents of sex, cum, and hints of vanilla. Animalistic grumbles reverberate in the back of my throat as my nose traces the inside of one thigh, teases her clit with the very tip of my appendage, and then drags itself the length of the other. Aromas instantly attach themselves to the mental images from earlier this morning pushing me to lower my jaw and sink my teeth into the nearest silky skin.
There’s no hesitation to taste the remnants of the life changing moment or reluctance to allow the saltiness to saunter itself across my tongue.
The three fused flavors take turns taunting the muscle.
Flattering it and flaunting the previous sessions feats.
Greed to devour more of her…him…them…convinces my tongue to frantically skate elsewhere.
To slide up and up and up until it’s stroking the length of her pussy. Licking and lapping and leisurely sucking scraps of the event I heard yet wasn’t invited to.
Felt yet couldn’t feel.
Heard yet couldn’t be heard.
New waves of gluttony spark my actions to become even more eager.
Diligent.
To go looking for all that I missed and lied in bed picturing with my shaft in my hand.
I ceaselessly whirl my tongue around her tiny clit, envisioning her finger working the sensitive nub just like he commanded. I stiffen the tip to add additional pressure and spin it faster and faster and faster, immediately smirking when her hips begin grinding into the incessant swirling. Clawing at her soft, brown thighs isn’t consciously done nor does it stop once I realize I am. I use my vicious hold to not only mark the territory but to feed me more of her. To deliver mouthfuls that smear juices on my cheeks as much as my tongue and cut off the bits of air I was able to grasp, leaving me to choke for breath on faint bits of Nolan’s cum.
Her cum.
Their fucking cum.
Whimpers morph into uncontrollable moans that are quickly muffled by Bunny repeatedly attempting to clamp her thighs together. They clap in praise while her pussy screams in outrage each time my tongue plunges further inside, sweeping and searching and diving deeper in desperation to discover the orgasm that has my name on it.
The one that didn’t have the opportunity to escape last night.
The one that I will be damned if I leave here without.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” is continually screeched and carved into my scalp by her nails. “Kipp!”
All of a sudden, Nolan’s husky voice, quietly declares, “Make sure my dirty little slut comes, Kid.”
The combination of the order and filthy nickname spurs us each in our own ways. Bunny immediately begins shaking and quivering, creeping closer to climax’s edge, dangling her toes off one by one while I become totally unhinged, furiously fucking her with my tongue and forcing her to fuck me back by pulling her into each savage stab. There’s no steady rhythm or precision. No well-paced build up. No attention to what makes her cry out louder or softer. Just brutal shoves oscillated between even more brutal sucks of her clit.
To no surprise, it doesn’t take long for the scraping on my skull to transpose into harsher slaps that are attached to airy, choked sobs, “OhmygodImcoming!”
Sticky surges pitilessly pour all across my tongue.
Linger in thick lines on my lips.
Sloppily drip down my nose during the rising to my feet.
Controlling my choppy breathing and heaving chest aren’t even ideas I consider as I drop my boxers to the ground. “You may be his dirty little slut, but you’re gonna be my good girl. Understood?”
A soft whimper barely precedes an unexpected hungry groan from across the room.
Both sounds lead to my balls tightening.
Every muscle in my body constricting.
Fuck, I wanna tell him to skip the call and just join us.
That there’ll be other possible customers.
Other tows.
But no other woman like this.
No other woman who will belong to us like this.
After positioning Bunny so that her legs are wrapped around me, I push my cock down to tease the lips of her pussy, to allow Nolan a glimpse of what’s to come, to torture them both like I was tortured in my own bed just a few hours ago.
Vibrations courtesy of his phone push my best friend to heavily sigh, voice still husky, “I’ll see you later, Kid.”
I briefly meet his stare and lightly moan. “Later.”
“Later, Rabbit.”
Bunny whines and needily wiggles, doing her best to get more of my dick inside. Instead of delivering what she wants, I execute another gentle tease and instruct, “Be a good girl, and tell Sir bye.”
This time a round of whimpers float through the air, pulling a cocky grin into place.
Oh yeah.
I’m gonna call him that shit too.
“Bye Sir…” shakily leaves Bunny’s tongue and me slipping all the way inside is her immediate reward. “OhmygodKipppp…”
One last look is shot in Nolan’s direction and something about seeing what appears to be pride swimming around in his eyes causes my cock to thicken even more. He kicks his chin in a departing nature, which I use to resume the very thing I came in here to do this morning.
Her.
With both hands ruthlessly anchoring themselves onto Bunny’s legs, I barbarically yank her down until her pussy is rooted at the base of my dick, determined to have every inch of it dripping like my face. “Fuccckkkkk, your pussy is perfect, baby.”
She moans over the compliment, yet her frame tries to inch away from the deep angle.
“Be a good girl for me,” I encourage alongside a faster stroke. “Show me you can take it.”
Her muscles eagerly swell in spite of the whimper she gives in objection.
Persistent pounding is met by even more persistent pulsations from her pussy that are accompanied by white hot wetness soaking my nuts. Those sensations alone are enough to get me groaning louder; however, it’s the way they spank her ass that truly has me curling my toes into the hardwood to stop from coming too soon. Wanting to pop her backside but needing my grip to remain where it is pushes me to pump faster.
More ferocious.
To work my entire lower half into the mix to insure she’s getting the slaps I wish my hands were delivering.
“Too much!” Bunny whines while kicking her heels into my kidneys, body in total disagreement of the words she’s squeaking.
“Not enough,” I argue and increase my speed, propelling myself with everything I have, determined to tap her g-spot during every stroke. To compel her clit to bump against me on each bang. To force her senses to be overloaded and overwhelmed without an ounce of remorse so that she can’t catch her breath let alone keep her eyes open. “It’s not enough until you’re fucking screaming on my cock.”
And then she is.
Screaming and coming and coming and screaming and scraping at the sheets as her sopping wet muscles suck me in deeper and deeper.
Worship my cock the way they fucking should.
Become devoted to every goddamn stretch and split and sloppy thrust savagely executed.
“Such a good girl coming for me.”
Bunny shouting my name in an airy secession while her pussy swells over and over and over again results in my knees knocking together. I continue to jerk her into my increasingly less stable actions and convince myself not to get swept away by the sight of her dark, pointed nipples swaying to the same undulating movement of her hips.
Plead with my dick not to be distracted by the way she won’t stop shaking.
The way she can’t stop struggling to breathe.
How desperate she is to momentarily shut her legs.
“Reward me…” she quietly begs, lifting her hooded brown gaze to meet my blue. “Reward me for being your good girl, Kipp.”
Sweltering streams of cum thoughtlessly shoot from me at the same time my head lulls backwards. “Fuckkkkkkkkk!”
What’s typically a couple of thick bursts becomes a lot more pretty quickly. One after another feeds her still twitching muscles, unable to stop, refusing to stop, dedicated to not stopping, until her warm palms are anxiously pressing on my lower stomach to separate us.
At that point, my blurry vision leaves the ceiling to witness the cum beginning to leak free.
An almost inhuman growl is attached to me mercilessly shoving two fingers deep inside the space I just left instantly reclaiming it. Her. “You wanted that reward…” The digits wedge themselves further causing her breath to catch and muscles to clamp down. “You fucking keep it, baby.”