Chapter 4 #2
Noelle’s already moving, stacking plates with a practiced ease to take to the kitchen, but there’s a deliberate slowness to her movements now like she knows what’s coming.
I stand, my chair scraping against the floor, and cross the dining room to help her. My hand brushes hers as I take the stack from her grip.
“You don’t have to,” she says, her voice teasing.
I just smile, leaning closer than necessary to whisper into her ear. “What, I can’t be chivalrous?”
Grant’s behind her now, his hands grazing her waist as he reaches for one of the platters.
Dean’s not far behind as he follows her into the kitchen.
He’s handsy when he helps her rinse and dry dishes, making every excuse to rub up against her like a dog in heat.
When everything’s picked up and cleaned, Noelle glances at us.
Her eyes are dark with a different kind of hunger, and then she’s moving, leaving the kitchen to head to her bedroom.
We follow like moths to a flame.
The second we step inside her room, she closes the door behind us and locks it.
Dean’s the first to speak, his voice cutting through the quiet. “Surprised you aren’t scared about us getting caught, sweetheart.”
“He’s always been a hard sleeper. Especially after a long shift at the fire station, and he uses white noise.” She focuses on Grant, then. Turning around and lifting her hair up from the nape of her neck. “Do you mind?”
His hands shake slightly when he lifts them, his fingertips gently gliding over the zipper stretching up her spine.
When he finds the top, he pulls the hook apart and slowly works the zipper down her body.
My cock’s already hardening, the memory of her mouth on me mixing with the anticipation of what’s about to happen.
She lets the dress drop to her feet but doesn’t move.
Only a thin layer of lace covers the rest of her.
Grant’s hands slide down her arms, moving toward the clasp resting at her shoulder blades.
She leans into his touch, her body arching when he unfastens it and lets the lace bra fall to the floor.
She pulls away then, letting her dark hair drop back down and makes her way over to her bed.
She crawls on top of it, turning to face us again and then leans back until she’s spread out before us like a buffet.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Grant mutters, moving first, and I can’t to agree with him.
He sinks down to his knees at the foot of her bed, running his hands up her bare legs and thighs.
She moans softly, spreading them for him, keeping herself upright on her elbows.
His fingers hook around the sides of her panties, pulling them down her thighs slowly.
Dean moves then, crawling up onto the bed and coming around behind her.
He sits her up and gathers her into his lap, making sure to keep her legs spread for Grant.
His hand cups one of her breasts, the other sliding between her thighs to grab at the sensitive flesh.
She groans deeply, her hips bucking up right when Grant lowers his mouth down to taste her.
She grinds against his tongue, her head tilting back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. I watch them devour her—hungrily, greedily.
She trembles under their touch, her hand moving to fist the sheets next to her.
When she opens her eyes again, she finds mine.
“Cal…” she breathes, her voice a plea and it’s then that I know I’m done for.
She’s flipped over onto her stomach by the both of them as I shed my shirt and kick off my jeans.
Dean’s already ripping the button at the front of his jeans apart and shoving them down his thighs to get her mouth wrapped around him while Grant lifts away from her, his lips wet from her slick.
He steps back to tug his shirt over his head too, giving me the opportunity to round the bed.
I grip her hips, propping her up onto her knees and line myself up with her hot, wet core.
Sinking into her nearly makes my vision blur.
The room is a haze of heat and sound—her moans, our stuttered breaths, the soft creak of the bed as we move together.
My fingers tighten around her waist, my hips rocking forward, and I’m lost in her all over again.
Noelle’s eyes flick to Grant when he moves to the other side of the bed, her eyes dark with want.
She reaches for him, her hand wrapping around his cock as she pulls him closer and takes the blunt head of Dean’s cock into her mouth.
We move together, a rhythm that’s instinctive and primal.
Noelle’s body is a live wire, trembling between us, her skin flushed and glowing under the soft light of the bedside lamp.
My fingers, my cock buried deep inside her, and every nerve ending fires off with the feel of her heat wrapping tight around me.
She’s already grinding back into me, her walls twitching with each thrust.
I can tell she’s getting close, already tipping over the edge of her orgasm.
“Come for us,” I murmur to her.
She does, her body shattering.
Her walls clench around me, tight and unrelenting, a rhythm that pulls me under with her.
Her shudder is visceral, a full-body quake that ripples through her and against me, her moan raw and vibrating around Dean’s cock.
I spill into her, my own orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave, my entire body shaking with the force of it.
My vision blurs, my breath catching in a groan as I ride out the aftershocks, my hands gripping her hips to keep myself grounded.
The intensity of it leaves me reeling, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, my cock still twitching inside her.
Dean’s next, his groan low and guttural as he pulls out of her mouth and flips her onto her back.
She lands on the bed with a soft gasp, her dark hair fanning out across the sheets.
Dean doesn’t hesitate, positioning himself between her thighs, his hands bracing her hips as he slips inside her.
The sight of it—his cock slick with the mix of my cum and her arousal disappearing into her heat sends a fresh pulse of heat through me, my body still humming from my own release.
Dean’s thrusts are steady, relentless, each one driving a sharp moan from Noelle’s lips.
His hips snap forward with a rhythm that’s both punishing and worshipful.
Her body arches beneath him, her hands clutching at the sheets, digging into the fabric as she meets his thrusts.
Noelle’s moans grow louder, more desperate, her body trembling as Dean pushes her toward another peak.
His teeth clench together, a low growl escaping him as he comes.
His fingers dig deep into her hips, leaving faint red impressions on her skin.
The force of his grip is possessive and bruising but she leans into it, her body responding with a shudder that tells me she’s as lost in this as he is.
His thrusts slow, his chest heaving as he rides out his release.
Dean pulls out slowly and cum spills from her immediately, a glistening trail that wets the sheets beneath her, pooling in a way that’s both intimate and obscene.
Grant moves then, his presence a quiet but commanding force.
He’s been watching, waiting, his eyes dark with want. He steps forward, his hands finding her ankles with a gentle but firm grip. He yanks her toward the edge of the bed in one smooth motion, the suddenness of it drawing a gasp from her lips.
Her body is pliant as he gathers her up into his arms and lifts her effortlessly. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, her thighs clamping tight as her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving faint crescent marks in his skin.
Grant’s hands slide under her thighs to support her weight and I can see the way his muscles flex as he holds her steady.
His cock, hard and heavy, brushes against her dripping entrance, the contact drawing a soft moan from her lips.
She’s slick, open, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. But the way she shifts in his arms, pressing herself closer, is a silent invitation.
He breaches her slowly, the head of his cock slipping past her entrance with a deliberate ease that makes her gasp, her head leaning forward to rest against his shoulder.
Grant’s jaw tightens, his eyes dark and focused as he eases into her inch by inch, letting her adjust to the stretch.
Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders, her body trembling as she takes him, her hips rocking slightly to meet him.
Grant’s thrusts are slow at first, measured, but there’s a tension in his frame, a hunger that’s starting to break through that I can see plain as day.
He steps forward, his knee hitting the edge of the bed and using it to tip them both forward.
She stays locked around him, even when her back is pressed against the mattress.
My hand slides down her arm, finding hers and she grips me tightly, her fingers intertwining with mine as she holds on.
Grant’s pace quickens, his thrusts deeper now, and I can see the way Noelle’s body responds, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.
Dean leans in, his fingers running through the ends of her hair. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My thumb brushes over her knuckles, grounding her, grounding me. I can feel the tension building again, the way her body is coiling toward another release.
His groan is deep as he spills inside her, his hands gripping her like a lifeline.
Her response is immediate, her body arching as she comes undone again.
When Grant finally pulls out of her the sight of her so thoroughly claimed by us sends a jolt through me, a mix of satisfaction and hunger that I can’t shake.
We collapse together on top of the bed in a tangle of limbs, the air heavy with the aftermath.
Noelle’s nestled between us, her body warm and pliant. I press a kiss to her temple, my hand resting on her hip.
Grant’s beside her, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her arm, and Dean’s at her back, his lips brushing along her shoulder.
The room is quiet now, except for our breathing, and I know that this is more than just a moment.
It’s something we’ll carry with us, something that’s changed us all forever.
The weekend’s glow lingers like a fading ember, the house quieter now as Monday morning creeps in with its gray, inevitable weight.