Chapter 77 – Jace
JACE
THREE MONTHS LATER
Scrunching up my nose, I brush whatever has fallen onto my cheek away, opening my eyes when my fingers get caught, to find Bonnie’s bleach blonde hair dangling over her shoulders as she holds herself up above me.
“G’morning,” I mumble, detangling my fingers and rubbing the sleep from my eyes to see her beautiful smile.
What a view to wake up to.
“Good morning,” she whispers, leaning down and brushing her nose against mine in a butterfly kiss.
Before she can pull away, I reach up and grab her hips, running my hands up her back so I can pull her down to me.
Fuck, it feels so good to feel her pressed against my body like this.
She’s been so careful since we left the hospital, not even resting her head against my chest in fear of hurting me.
“Jace,” she warns but I shake my head and lift my chin, asking for a kiss. She obliges, her tongue tangling with mine and I groan as her taste floods my mouth.
Hearing the sound, her body stiffens. “Jace,” she repeats, pulling away and I lift my head, chasing her lips.
I drop my head back down on the pillow when she remains out of reach and let out another groan, this one filled with frustration…and sexual tension. Seriously, I’ve lost count of the number of times my dick has wept every time she pulled away, scared thinking she will hurt me.
“I’m fine,” I reiterate, something I’ve told her dozens of times, and I reach up to cup her cheek. She leans into my touch, closing her eyes but the concerned pinch between her brows doesn’t go away.
Truth be told, I’ve felt fine for weeks now.
The only time I’ve felt any pain recently is when I’ve overexerted myself, pushed too far.
Not that I’ve had many opportunities to do that, what with these three hovering just out of reach.
Ready to swoop in if I so much as lift a finger and reminding me of the doctor’s orders.
Orders that as of yesterday, are over. Doc cleared me. I’m one hundred percent healed. Not a scratch or bruise in sight, and thanks to Mitchell’s overly obsessive regiment ensuring I follow my PT’s every instruction to the letter, my strength and movement are even better than before.
Try convincing Bonnie of that though.
She still looks at me with concern and the other two aren’t much better. Just a few days ago, I was grooming a German Shepard and Charlie suddenly showed up, insisting on lifting the dog for me when I bent down to pick her up.
The comment section lit up with that and honestly, I can’t blame them. She managed to splash water all over his very white shirt, making it transparent and my mouth to water.
I’m definitely not the only one who rewatched that segment multiple times, watching as his muscles strained, his forearms flexing as he lifted the dog with ease into the dog bath.
“But-” I press my lips to hers, silencing her worries with what has become my favourite method to do so. Her body immediately sinks into me, her lips parting and tongue darting into my mouth.
She might be worried, concerned about hurting me; but she wants me as much as I want her. I remind her of that, taking a handful of her arse and grinding her down over my very hard dick.
“I promise, the only thing that’s going to hurt me right now is another case of blue balls.” She rolls her eyes, giggling at my teasing tone, but my words have the desired effect because her concern disappears, replaced with lust.
Her lips trace a path from my mouth to my jaw, kissing and biting my skin. As she gets to my neck, I tilt my head, exposing my throat and she sucks at the sensitive spot.
My hips buck reflexively when I spot Charlie open his eyes, watching. Bonnie rocks her hips, sucking harder at my neck until there’s no doubt in my mind there will be hickey there when she pulls away.
The image it conjures drives me wild and I nearly blow my load right then. Something she’s fully aware of if the smug satisfaction in her eyes is anything to go by when she pulls back.
A half moan, half whimper forces its way up my throat as she slips her hand into my boxers, wrapping her hand around my cock.
Fuck. I’ve listened to and watched Charlie and Mitchel fuck her so many times over the past couple of months as I healed, forming a rather extensive list of all the shit I plan to do to and with her. But I’m seriously starting to doubt I’ll last long enough to cross a single one of them off.
My hand sweeps out across the mattress and Charlie laces his fingers through mine, shuffling closer. He presses his lips to the other side of my throat, mirroring Bonnie and the dual sensation is overwhelming.
“Please,” I moan, my hips thrusting faster and faster. If all my blood wasn’t currently focused down south, I’d probably be embarrassed by how desperate I sound and even more so when I spill into her fist, not four strokes later. “Jesus…fuck.”
Bonnie rests her forehead against mine and Charlie presses a kiss behind my ear, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
“Hey Mitch? You go the time?” I pant, not bothering to ask if he’s awake or not, knowing damn well he woke the second Bonnie moved to climb on top of me.
Although, I haven’t worked out if this was what she intended to happen, or if she was simply trying to climb over me to get out of bed. Too bad if it was the latter.
“Little after three,” he answers, confirming he is in fact awake.
“Perfect. More than enough time,” I mutter, sitting up and wrapping my arms around Bonnie’s back before I flip us so she’s under me, lying between Mitchell and Charlie.
I know exactly what item on my list I’m crossing off first.
I feel Charlie rise up and come up behind me, leaning down until he’s lying above me, making me the filling in a very hot sandwich. “Enough time for what?” he whispers into my neck, causing me to shiver when he licks the mark Bonnie left behind.
“To have both of you. Together. Now.”
“Both of us,” Bonnie repeats, and she looks over my shoulder. “What do you say, Charlie?”
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and I swear I feel it resonate through my entire body. “I saw,” he drawls, his teeth scraping lightly over my skin. “You’re gonna need to pass me the lube, Mitchell. We’re gonna need it.”
Mitchell eyes the three of us before he slowly reaches over and grabs the bottle of lube from the side table, and hands it to Charlie.
Bonnie’s pupils blow wide, her lips parting as her tongue darts out to lick her lips. I follow the movement, tracing its path with my own tongue and groaning when Charlie presses a lubed-up finger in my arse.
I hiss out in pleasure when Bonnie shifts, Mitchell guiding her onto her side so she’s facing him and Charlie does the same, rolling behind me.
The new position has my cock against her arse and Mitchell lifts her leg over his hip, exposing her very bare pussy to me.
Fuck, she’s not wearing any underwear under the silk nightgown Mitchell bought her.
Mitchell hikes her leg up higher, and I watch as he sinks a finger inside, thrusting slowly to match Charlie’s pace in my arse. I can’t look away as together; they each push another digit inside at the same time, picking up and slowing their thrusts in tandem without uttering a word to each other.
Then they stop, causing my orgasm to ebb away again. I’m seconds away from begging when a third finger joins the other two and my mind blanks. I thrust my hips back onto Charlie’s fingers and Bonnie does the same, sinking further around Mitchell’s.
“Fuck’s sake.” Charlie lets out a dark chuckle at my curse, his chest rumbling against my back.
“Not yet. I don’t think you’re quite ready for both of us, yet.”
“Oh, trust me. I am. I’m ready. Please,” I beg, abandoning any semblance of dignity. “Please.” I’d get down on my hands and knees and beg at this point if it gets him to fuck me.
Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Charlie driving into me from behind, my tongue deep inside Bonnie’s pussy while Mitchell thrusts into her arse, stretching her wide.
A loud smack rings through the air, and I hiss as my arse burns from Charlie’s handprint, ripping the fantasy out of my grasp. “I said, not yet.”
“Tell me, are you ready for Jace yet, Bonnie?” Mitchell muses and I narrow my eyes at him. This is so not fair, them teaming up against us. Bonnie squirms, her body trembling from pleasure as he runs his hands over her skin, moving closer and closer to where she wants him, before moving away.
“Yes. God yes. Please, Jace.” Hearing her beg for me is the sweetest form of torture and it breaks my restraint. Charlie’s hand snakes around and grips my shaft tight right as I line up with her entrance, stopping me.
“Mm, I love hearing the two of you beg for us,” Charlie says, his hand not moving. “What do you say, Mitchell? Should we give them what they want or make them beg a little more?”
“No,” Bonnie and I protest, the word ending on a moan when Charlie finally tugs on my dick and Mitchell brushes his thumb over Bonnie’s clit. It’s enough to bring us back to the brink, but not enough for either of us to tip over it.
“Kiss our girl, Jace,” Charlie commands. I obey without thought, not needing any convincing.
I’m so far gone for our girl, I barely register Charlie’s warmth disappear from my back until something cool and foreign touches my very sensitive dick. I startle, pulling back and looking down to see him slide a cock ring around my shaft.
I groan as it feels like he’s squeezing my shaft in a vice.
When it’s seated at the base of my cock, he stretches the second ring, pulling it over my balls.
I wince at the pull until it’s in place, then my eyes widen in shock when a tingling sensation travels through my dick and shoots up my spine, lighting my body on fire.
Holy mother-of-vibrating-cock-ring-fuck.
Every nerve in my body stands to attention. It’s an odd sensation; it both mutes and enhances everything at the same, turning his touch electric as he runs his hand up and down my shaft in an experimental tug.
I cry out, my hips bucking so hard the only thing that stops my dick from sinking into Bonnie’s pussy is Mitchell’s hand blocking it.
He gives me an unimpressed look as my dick touches his skin, but he doesn’t tell me off.
Charlie does it again and I bite down on my lip so hard, it’s a wonder it doesn’t split.
“Now you’re ready to fuck our girl. To be fucked.” I could cry, his words a prayer as he finally gives me the permission I’m desperate for, a feral need washing over me.
I’m on Bonnie in seconds, forgetting all about Mitchell at her front. His fingers aren’t even fully out of her before I’m thrusting between her thighs wantonly, until my dick notches at her entrance. I slide inside with absolutely no resistance, rutting into her as though my life depends on it.
“Fuck!” she cries out and I tilt her head back, slamming my lips down on hers, and swallowing her scream so she doesn’t wake Charlotte.
Hands grip my hips tightly, preventing me from thrusting again and I’m about to lose my shit. Then I feel Charlie’s cock against me, slipping into my arse.
Blinding pleasure courses through my body and my eyes burn with unshed tears. “Please,” I beg again, my forehead resting against Bonnie’s. It’s too much. Not enough.
He doesn’t listen. Doesn’t bury himself to the hilt in a forceful thrust like I’m craving. He pushes slowly inside me, inch by tortuous inch. By the time he’s fully seated, I’m half out of my mind.
Bonnie and I both let out matching exclamations as Charlie suddenly thrusts forward in a punishing stroke, driving my cock deep inside Bonnie and the vibrator on the cock ring brushes her core.
An earthquake builds deep inside my groin, spreading over my entire body and teeth clamp down over the back of my neck. The move is so primal that I can’t hold back anymore and my orgasm rips through me, burning with its intensity.
Bonnie quickly follows, her walls clamping down around my cock so tightly it hurts, prolonging my orgasm. My entire body shakes, my hands and feet tingling even after Charlie switches the vibrator off.
Dead. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I don’t know how much time passes but eventually Charlie pulls me slowly from Bonnie, managing to not unseat himself from my arse and I groan as he rolls onto his back, sinking deeper into me as I lay completely spent on top of him.
Bonnie whimpers and I turn my head, lazily opening my eyes in time in time to see Mitchell scoop my come oozing out of her back inside her core, replacing his finger with his dick.
"Fuck, I love the sight of our come inside you," he whispers and I watch, completely fixated as he slowly fucks into her, rolling his hips up into her with such gentle care.
Well, that’s a sight I’m never getting out of my head. It has me picturing all the ways we can fill her up together. Me in her arse, Charlie in mine while Mitchell takes her pussy. Charlie in her pussy, Mitchell in her mouth, me in Charlie’s arse.
The combinations are limitless. And hot. So fucking hot.
Bonnie reaches behind her, gripping me tightly and I wrap my body around hers as he whispers in her ear, "That's it. Going to fill you right up." He continues thrusting inside her, not changing his pace in the slightest, thrusting in a slow, almost lazy measure.
Mitchell grunts, driving his cock as far up into her as he can and his eyes roll back, then he absently buries his face into her neck.
I freeze, remembering Charlie’s whispered warning about her neck being a trigger, but she doesn’t lock up in fear, she relaxes into him. When she opens her eyes, there’s nothing but pure bliss in them and she smiles, reassuring me that she’s okay.
“So…I take it the cock ring was a yes?” Charlie jokes, breathing the silent and Bonnie giggles, her eyes widening comically as she nods her head enthusiastically.
“Oh, we’re definitely using that again,” I answer him. We shuffle around, pulling each other closer and I start to drift off, content in their arms with a satisfied smile on my face.
Yeah, we’re definitely doing this again.