36. Goldyn
That Night
“I missed you,” Sincere rasped against my lips. His hand cradled the back of my head as he pumped into me and Lorenzo rocked into him.
“It was only one night,” I whined, breath shuddering as he worked his hips, slowly pulling out of me and pushing himself back against Lorenzo’s length.
His eyes rolled from the sensations hitting him from every side before he focused his heated stare back on me.
“One night was enough. You can’t leave us.” His other hand palmed my right breast, squeezing and tugging just enough for my nipples to strain against the stimulation.
“Oh…” I moaned when he pulled out of me before driving forward with a thrust that stole my words.
“Promise me, love.” He rolled his body into mine, watching my face while the friction against my clit made black edge out some of my vision.
“I promise,” I cried before his tongue tangled around mind, drawing out another moan. I was quickly on my way to becoming overstimulated, and I still couldn’t bring myself to stop relishing in every delicious sensation.
I was on my side, chest to chest with Sincere. My right leg was thrown over his hip and Lorenzo held it in place, his grip tightening every time Sincere arched against his dick, leaving me wanting.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Lorenzo’s throaty growl permeated the temporary silence as his hips bucked. “You taking care of our girl while I take care of you.”
God, whenever he called me theirs, warmth spread throughout my body, blanketing every part of me I thought would never get to exist in this state of bliss.
Lorenzo sat up and scraped the shell of Sincere’s ear with his teeth, his eyes trained on me.
Using the hand he had splayed over mine, he grabbed my fingers and threaded them with his.
“I love you, Goldyn.” He fucked into Sincere, fucking into me. “I love the way you take us.” He dropped a kiss on Sin’s shoulder. “And I love the way you love us.”
I couldn’t snatch my gaze from his. I was falling into an abyss of his making, mesmerized by all the other unspoken words shining in his gaze.
“Love…you, too,” I managed on a gasping breath.
“Ah, fuck,” Sincere hissed between us. His hips bucked with abandon, pounding in and out of me as the notes of my declaration lingered in the air.
Knowing the harder he fucked me, the harder he fucked Lorenzo satisfied a need I didn’t know I had before I met them. I didn’t know I needed any of this before I met them, and now I couldn’t imagine my life without it.
Skin smacking skin.
Panting breaths.
Needy moans.
Music to my ears.
I didn’t think anything could top the first time we did this, but this insatiable pull in my core proved me wrong the second Sincere entered me.
This was different.
Better.
Deeper.
Nastier.
I could feel every. Fucking. Thing.
And I wanted to keep feeling it.
A sensual swipe of Sincere’s tongue against the seam of my lips made me drop my mouth open. A silent invitation to kiss me deeper.
And he did, while sliding into my wetness with a hum that vibrated against my chest, synching our kiss with the rhythm of his hips.
“How does she feel, Sin?”
My eyes snapped open at Lorenzo’s question and I watched Sincere’s face while he tried to gather his words.
Pleasure and pain painted his handsome features, morphing into ecstasy. He slanted his lips over mine again, sucking my tongue into his mouth.
“She feels like home,” he answered. “So fucking tight and wet for me. Every time.”
Lorenzo’s whimper wasn’t the sound I expected to hear next, but it kissed my ears at the same time he untangled his fingers from mine and wrapped his hand around Sincere’s hip, holding him in place while he rocked in and out.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, humping faster and harder. “I’m coming, baby. I’m… fuck .”
That was the last word he got out before he froze, whimpering against Sincere’s neck.
I was unraveling, completely captivated by the sight of Lorenzo’s unexpected undoing.
His muscular body shook as he shot his release inside of Sincere, his face buried in the crook of his neck.
Still seated inside of me, Sincere hooked his arm around me and held me in place the same way Lorenzo held onto him moments before.
He worked his hips, grinding against Lorenzo as the last of his orgasm shook him with quiet spasms.
I couldn’t take this. I was gonna come.
Could already feel it building low in my core.
Could already hear the blood rushing in my ears.
Could already see the stars forming behind my lids.
Sincere smirked when my walls clamped him tighter.
“You wanna come for me too, love?”
Fuck yes.
But I couldn’t speak.
All I could do was bite down on my bottom lip and succumb to the torrent of pleasure consuming me.
“That’s it, love. Let me feel how much you love it when we take care of you.”
“Sincere, please.”
“I’m right here, Goldy. And I’m not coming until you do. Let go for me.”
I didn’t bother pointing out that he and Lorenzo had already made me come three times before he ever slid inside of me.
He’d been there. And he knew it.
And I was still going to give him what he wanted. It was hard not to. I had a feeling Sincere could ask for the last breath in my lungs and I’d give it up, freely. Another part of me knew he would never ask because he was so used to sacrificing himself for others.
But I wanted to sacrifice for him. Wanted him to know that I wanted to take care of him the way he took care of everybody else.
Fuck, I loved this man.
Love and need and happiness rippled through me.
Sincere tucked my body against the front of his, grinding into me slowly.
I was so wet, the sound of his languid strokes echoed in the room, drawing me deeper and deeper.
“Fuck, Goldyn, I can feel you squeezing me.” He freed a groan. “You feel so good.”
“You feel good too,” I choked out, just as my orgasm made a mess out of me.
I whined and Sincere captured the sound, licking into my mouth while Lorenzo ran kisses up and down his neck.
Wrung out, I didn’t fight the pleasure surging through me or the aftershocks that quickly followed.
“I love you,” I breathed, my hand on the side of his face while he watched me with a tender smile.
His dick swelled inside of me, and my sensitized walls spasmed around him. He dipped his head, kissing my chest, then my lips. “I know.”
“Then come for me.”