Chapter 36 #2
I gasp, shaking, every nerve lit. Her mouth is relentless, her eyes locked on mine, the hunger in her gaze undoing me. Eddie’s hand fists tighter in my hair, keeping me right on the edge, a live wire stretched to breaking.
“Not until I tell you,” he growls again, his gaze burning into me. “You’ll stay right here—aching, begging—until I decide you’ve earned it.”
Cleo hums around me, the vibration turning my breath ragged. I want to thrust, to lose myself in the slick pull of her mouth, but Eddie’s grip on my hair is iron. Every twitch of my hips is stopped before it starts.
“Good, Cleo, that’s good, baby,” he praises, eyes on her as she slides down farther, cheeks hollowing. His voice roughens. “Take him deeper.”
She does, and I choke out a sound I can’t contain, hands fisting the sheets. Fire races through every nerve, the tension inside me coiling too fast, too hard.
“Fuck, Eddie—” I gasp, my voice raw. “I can’t—”
“You can,” he cuts in, sharp, dangerous. His thumb drags across my bottom lip, holding me captive. “You will. Because you don’t come until I tell you.”
Cleo’s eyes flick up, watching me fall apart. She pulls back slowly, lips glistening, then swirls her tongue along the tip in a way that makes my vision white out. My groan rattles the walls.
Eddie laughs softly, cruel and dark. “Look at you. Wrecked already, and she hasn’t even given you all of it.”
“Please,” I rasp, desperate, hips straining against his hold.
His smirk is merciless. “No. Not yet. You’ll stay right there, aching for her, until I decide you’ve earned it.”
Cleo wraps her hand around the base, stroking as her mouth works me again, slower this time, teasing, coaxing. It’s torture, every nerve lit, my body betraying me with how close I am.
“Eddie—fuck, I’m going to—”
“Enough.” His voice cuts through, rough and commanding. He threads his fingers through her hair, pulling her off me with a wet pop. She looks up at him, lips glistening, chest rising fast. His gaze drops to her mouth, then lower.
Eddie guides her back with a firm hand, steadying her as she climbs onto the mattress, shifting her into place with effortless control until she’s stretched out beneath us.
“Show him,” he orders, voice dark silk. “Show him your pussy. Let him see what he’s about to feast on.”
Cleo shivers under the command but obeys, sliding onto her back, spreading herself open with trembling hands. My breath catches, heat slamming through me. She’s glistening, flushed, wet and waiting.
“Barret,” Eddie growls, his grip twisting my hair, forcing my gaze down. “Get between her thighs. Eat her like you mean it.”
I don’t hesitate. I drop down, burying my face in her heat, tongue pushing deep. She gasps, hips arching up into me, fingers tangling in my hair. Her taste coats my tongue, sweet and intoxicating, and I groan against her, devouring like a starving man.
I lick and suck, tracing every fold, teasing her clit before swirling hard over it. Cleo moans, head thrashing on the pillow, thighs tightening around my face. I grip her hips to hold her still and work her harder, desperate to wring every sound out of her.
“Look at her,” Eddie murmurs, his hand sliding down my spine—firm, possessive, guiding. “She’s close. Don’t stop until she’s falling apart.”
His fingers dip lower, cupping my cock, stroking me with maddening precision—just enough pressure to make me groan into her.
The dual sensation burns through me—his dominance, her unraveling moans, the slick drag of my tongue between her thighs.
I’m undone. Every flick, every whimper, every possessive squeeze from Eddie sends me spiraling, my own release building with every tremor that rips through her body.
Cleo gasps, tugging my hair, eyes flying open to meet Eddie’s. “Oh, God—Eddie—he’s so good—”
“Yeah, baby,” Eddie whispers, voice molten against her skin. “He knows exactly what he’s doing. That tongue of his is fucking magic. Let him make you scream.”
I bury myself between her thighs, flicking my tongue over her clit in rapid, teasing strokes before sucking hard, drawing desperate cries from her lips.
She arches under me, her hands tangled in my hair, her body trembling as I push two fingers into her slick heat.
Her moans rise, frantic and raw, every sound pushing me closer to the edge I’m not allowed to fall over.
“Good,” Eddie growls behind me, his hand gripping the base of my cock, thumb teasing just under the head.
I flinch—his touch is firm, merciless, designed to keep me teetering.
Then I hear the quiet click of the lube cap and feel the cool slide of gel against the cleft of my ass.
I gasp into her, tongue stuttering for a beat.
“Relax for me,” he rasps. One hand stays wrapped around me, keeping me on edge, while the other presses a slicked finger against my hole. He circles slowly, purposefully, pushing past resistance as I moan into her pussy. The pressure is sharp, invasive—then it shifts. Fuck. Heat licks up my spine.
“Make her come all over your tongue,” he commands, pushing deeper. “Show her how good it feels to be wrecked by you.”
Another finger joins the first, twisting, working me open as my hips grind helplessly into the air.
My cock throbs, untouched and leaking, straining for release.
Still, I keep my mouth locked on her clit, sucking harder, curling my fingers inside her just as she screams and clamps down around me.
Her climax floods my mouth, and the sound of her breaking apart is everything.
Eddie leans down, his mouth brushing my ear, voice rough and dark. “And you—don’t you dare come until I say.”
Every muscle in me tenses. I’m shaking, aching, caught between ecstasy and agony, his fingers deep inside me, his grip on my cock unrelenting. I’m right there. Floating. Begging.
But I don’t come.
Not yet.
Her body bows with a strangled cry, back arching as she crashes into release.
Her hips grind against my face, and I hold her there, mouth sealed to her, licking through every ripple of her orgasm.
She tastes like sin, like victory. My jaw aches but I don’t stop—won’t stop—until she’s shivering and spent beneath me.
Eddie’s hand tightens around my cock, denying me the one thing I need. I groan into her, voice cracked and desperate, my entire body trembling with restraint.
“Fuck—” I pant, hips jerking into nothing, need crawling up my spine like fire.
Then he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me up. My face tips back, mouth slick with her, and he stares down at me with that goddamn smirk. Like he owns every inch of this moment.
“You’re so fucking good, B,” he purrs, thumb brushing across my swollen lower lip. “Now you know exactly how I want her eaten.”
I’m still catching my breath when he looks down at her, voice low but commanding. “Condom. Now. Get him ready.”
She moves without hesitation, still panting, her legs shaky but eager as she tears open the foil. Her eyes meet mine—wild, satisfied, and hungry all at once—as she rolls the condom over my aching cock.
“You okay?” she asks sweetly, eyes soft but wicked.
“Never better,” I breathe, brushing a kiss to her mouth just as she tears open the foil and slides the condom on. Her touch is confident, practiced, and it makes me hiss through clenched teeth. I’m straining—aching—for her.
“I’m going to come,” I warn, my voice already wrecked.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Eddie snaps, his voice sharp, commanding.
“You’re being too bossy,” Cleo glares over at him, narrowing her eyes.
“You don’t want his cock, princess?” he fires back, cocking a brow.
“Oh, I do.” Her smile turns sinful as she lies back, opening her legs just for me. “I want him to fuck me. Now.”
Eddie steps away—but only just—giving me space while his presence still burns against my back. “You heard her,” he growls, dark and rough. “Fuck our princess.”
I crawl over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other guiding myself to her entrance. She’s still soaked, her thighs trembling, her body open and wanting.
I push in with a low groan, slow, deep, savoring the first stretch as her walls grip me.
Then I hear it—another foil tearing.
My eyes fly open just as I bottom out inside her, and I feel him. Eddie. His lubed fingers slide back between my cheeks, and then—his cock presses against my entrance.
“Don’t stop,” he growls at me. “Keep fucking her.”
I gasp, the sound guttural and stunned, body seizing between the two of them.
“You’re gonna take me now,” he whispers against the back of my neck, dark and feral. “Feel her around your cock and me in your ass. You were made for this, Barret.”
He pushes forward, steady and unrelenting, stretching me inch by inch while I thrust into her. The pressure builds—everywhere—maddening and exquisite. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can only feel—him behind me, her beneath me, their bodies wrapped around mine, claiming me from both ends.
Her nails rake down my back, anchoring me to the moment as I fight to hold it together. My cock pulses inside her; Eddie’s cock drags against something deep and electric inside me. The rhythm is slow, punishing, euphoric.
Then he bottoms out—his hips pressed flush to mine, his balls tight against my ass.
“Fuck,” I gasp, trembling from the inside out.
Eddie leans in, chest to my back, breath hot and ragged at my shoulder. His mouth brushes the shell of my ear as he grinds deeper.
“I love you,” he murmurs, voice cracked open and bare.
Everything in me stills.
Not from shock, but from how right it feels.
That he said it here, now—while I’m full of him, inside her, wrapped in everything we’ve fought for.
And when I look down, Cleo’s eyes are on me—shining. “I love you,” she whispers.
I blink hard, my throat closing around the moan that threatens to shatter me completely.
I’m not just wanted.
I’m theirs.
And I’ve never felt more whole.
I’m wrecked. Ruined. Owned. And I never want it to stop.
Eddie presses deeper, slow, stretching me in a way that steals the breath from my lungs.
I groan into the crook of her neck, my arms trembling with the effort of holding still.
Her fingers grip my shoulders, her thighs wrapped around my waist, holding me inside her as if she doesn’t want me to move.
And maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she wants to feel this—us—just as much as I do.
Eddie’s hand settles on my lower back, palm flat, grounding. “Don’t rush,” he says, voice low but firm. “Feel it. Feel us. We’ve waited long enough.”
God, he’s right.
I have.
I’ve waited so fucking long to be here. Between them. With them.
Not just in the flesh, but like this—loved, held, seen.
This isn’t about lust anymore. It’s not about control, or need, or punishment.
This is about home.
I’ve waited for this—aching, craving, barely daring to imagine it.
A moment where I get to touch her like this, taste her sweetness, feel her come apart under my mouth.
A moment where I’m inside her, where Eddie’s behind me, filling me, surrounding me, anchoring me to something real.
His breath ghosts across my shoulder, chest pressed to my back, his cock buried deep in me as I move inside her, slow and reverent.
And I swear, I’ve never felt more whole.
It hits me all at once, a wave of warmth crashing through my chest, stealing the last fragments of fear. This is real. This is ours. Their moans wrap around me, their hands on my body, and I’m undone in the best way.
Eddie groans behind me, his hips grinding in slow, deep circles that sync with the slow drag of mine into her. Her eyes flutter open, glassy and wide, lips parted on a gasp, and I see it there—that same raw, aching happiness mirrored back at me.
“Good,” Eddie murmurs, his lips brushing the sweat-slick skin of my spine. “Just like that. Nice and slow, baby. I want you to feel every inch of her. I want you to remember what it’s like to be inside your happiness.”
My throat tightens. I don’t even realize I’m crying until her hand cups my jaw, thumb swiping a tear from my cheek.
“I love you,” she whispers, breathless.
And I nod, unable to speak, because it’s all there—coursing through my veins, etched into every nerve ending.
I love her.
I love him.
I love us.
This is what it’s supposed to feel like.
Their bodies tangled with mine. Their moans mixing with my broken breaths.
Her wrapped around me, Eddie buried deep inside me.
I can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins.
There’s just heat and friction and the wet sound of skin against skin.
My body’s strung tight, pulled in every direction—her softness, his power, the overwhelming pleasure of being held open and filled from both sides.
Eddie keeps rocking into me, forcing me to feel every inch of him. My hips stutter forward, grinding into her with the same rhythm. She gasps my name, nails scraping across my shoulder blades, her eyes locked on mine with something that reaches down into my soul and holds it still.
Eddie’s grip on my hips tightens, his voice rough in my ear. “You’re close.”
I whimper—because I am. God, I am. I’ve been teetering for what feels like forever. His cock nudges deeper, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur, and I tremble, teeth clenched, trying to obey, trying to hold on.
But I’m unraveling.
The stretch, the pressure, her heat around me, the way Eddie’s chest presses flush to my back as he fucks me slow and deep—it’s too much. My body is a livewire, every nerve flaring, every breath catching. I’m full—completely, obscenely full—and still, I want more.
“Please,” I rasp. “Please let me—”
Eddie groans, voice low and wrecked. “You want to come?”
“Yes,” I choke out. “God, yes—please—”
He slows, burying himself in me fully, grinding his hips in slow circles that send sparks up my spine. “You want to come with me inside you, baby?” he whispers, possessive and tender all at once. “You want to feel me fill you while you spill into her?”
I nod frantically, words lost to the thick haze of need.
And then finally, finally, his voice drops to a command that shatters me.
“Come for us, Barret. Now.”
My whole body seizes. I cry out—loud and guttural—as release rips through me.
My cock pulses inside her, hips jerking uncontrollably as I spill, wave after wave, drowning in it.
She gasps, clutching me tight, her body milking every last drop from me.
And behind me, Eddie groans loud and deep, fingers digging into my waist as he thrusts once, twice—and then comes hard inside me, warmth flooding me, his body shuddering against mine.
We fall together. Collapsing, gasping, held in a tangle of limbs and sweat and breathless silence.
It’s not just sex.
It’s not even just love.
It’s everything.
And I never want to leave this moment.