Chapter 28 #2
It was true. The kiss with Boston had me desperate and wanting.
I pushed up on my tiptoes, my mouth meeting Boston’s again. His hands cupped my ass, pinning me against him. Presley’s fingers slid out of me and I wanted to whimper, but Boston distracted me with his tongue working to dominate mine in the best way.
His dominance reminded me of Sinclair, but while Sinclair’s tongue went to war with mine in a way that had my whole body trembling, Boston’s kiss was possessive. Like I was the most precious thing he’d ever touched and now that he had, he was never going to let me go.
Presley moved in close behind me, the tip of his cock rubbing against my center. “You want this, Sass?”
I nodded against Boston’s mouth, never breaking the kiss.
Boston still held me against him on my tiptoes by my ass and Presley thrust inside me from behind in one smooth motion.
I moaned against Boston’s mouth as he lowered me onto Presley’s cock, and Boston growled, biting at my lip. I nearly passed out at the sensations slamming into me from all angles.
Presley held my hips, rocking in and out of me in that slow, measured way he knew drove me wild. His quiet groans and swearing mixed with his thrusts, and Boston’s mouth on me pushed me closer to the edge in an instant.
“She’s close to coming,” Presley declared, his voice tight.
So was Pres.
I broke the kiss with Boston, biting my lip at the pleasure Presley was inflicting on me.
With one arm still around Boston’s shoulders to hold me up and his big hands splayed across my back, I trailed my fingers down his front, stopping at his waistband.
Popping the button and dropping his zipper, I tugged his cock free, a beast of a thing falling into my palm. I stared down at it, slack-jawed.
Boston Ivers had an enormous cock.
He leaned in, kissing and sucking at my neck, while Presley continued grinding in and out of me. I was so close to exploding it was bordering on embarrassing.
Instead I closed my hand around Boston’s hard length, slowly pumping him up and down. He groaned against my shoulder, his warm breath brushing over my skin.
“Firecracker…” he murmured against me, and I smiled to myself as I clung to him.
If anyone walked in on us right now, they’d get the x-rated surprise of their goddamn life with me wrapped around Boston, his face buried in my neck and his cock in my hand, while Presley slammed into me from behind.
The thought of it made me wetter, and I clenched around Presley’s cock.
“Jesus, Sass…” he groaned from behind me, his fingers flexing on my hips.
He upped his pace, and I did the same for Boston. My hand rippled over the thick veins of his shaft and my mouth watered at the thought of being filled by him eventually.
“Dempsey…” Boston whispered, his teeth closing over my earlobe. His mouth moved along my jaw, nipping and sucking his way to my throat. He bit down on the sensitive flesh there, making me cry out. Presley’s thrusts grew frantic, my vision fading in and out as my orgasm built.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m going to come,” I panted, the pleasure rising inside me.
Presley’s grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts deepening. “Give it to me, Sass. Give me what you know I want.”
What he wanted was to feel my pussy clenching around his cock as I came.
Boston’s fingers trailed down my stomach to pinch my clit, and I almost screamed at the pleasure they were inflicting on me. His mouth claimed mine to cover the sound, and my grip tightened on his shaft.
“Fuck… she’s choking my cock,” Boston ground out, pulsing in my hand.
He was so close.
“Mine too,” Presley said from behind me.
I exploded around them both, Boston’s fingers on me and Presley buried deep inside me. White spots danced in my vision and my legs gave out.
Boston’s arm around my waist caught me, his fingers massaging my clit as my orgasm flowed through me. Even through the ecstasy, I didn’t let go of him, still pumping his cock in my hand, my thumb rubbing over the tip. He exploded a moment later, liquid heat sliding down my thigh.
“Fuuuuuck,” Presley groaned from behind me, his cock pulsing as he came inside me.
I rocked into him, taking everything he was giving me, Boston still massaging slow circles over my now-sensitive bud to pull every last drop of sensation from my body.
We fell quiet, each of us breathing hard.
“That was…” I started, staring at Boston. I didn’t know how to finish that sentence, and I didn’t know how he was going to react now that the moment had passed.
Presley dropped a kiss to my shoulder, slowly sliding out of me and tucking himself away. My arm was still wrapped around Boston, his around my waist holding me against him.
Boston set me gently on my feet, hooking a finger under my chin to tilt my face to his.
His mouth dropped to mine, consuming me in a kiss that was filled with just as much emotion as the others. Only something was different now, like our feelings for each other had clicked into place.
When he broke apart, he moved to a nearby table with a bunch of folded linen napkins.
He came back to stand in front of me, dropping to one knee and using the napkin to wipe the remnants of himself from my thigh.
I stared down at him, something intense passing between us. I didn’t know how to feel having this powerful man kneel before me and clean me up. He didn’t break eye contact as he cleaned me up, his focus solely on me.
When he stood tall, he tossed the napkin to the floor, then he cupped my jaw, and kissed me again.
“Fucking hell, you two are intense,” Presley said from behind me.
I smiled against Boston’s mouth. When I pulled back, a ghost of a smile played on his mouth too. He let me go, and I turned to Presley, practically jumping into his arms. He caught me easily.
“That was so hot,” I said, planting a kiss on his mouth.
“Every time with you is hot.”
He slid me down his body to the ground, kissing me once more. Then he glanced over my shoulder to Boston.
“Thanks… for inviting me in here or whatever…” Presley said seriously.
Boston’s brow pinched. “She’s your girl. Thanks for…” he motioned between the three of us. “...all that.”
Presley shrugged, grinning down at me. “My girl gets whatever makes her happy.” He looked back to Boston. “I guess that includes you now, too.”
I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction. I knew what I wanted, but did he want the same? I was never going to be able to offer him a traditional relationship. That would mean giving up Pres, Sinclair, and Dacre, and I wasn’t ever going to do that. It was this or nothing at all.
Boston’s eyes were zeroed in on me with an intensity I hadn’t seen from him.
“Getting part of Dempsey is a hell of a lot better than never having any of her.”
I closed the distance between us, sliding my arms around his waist and dropping my head to his chest. I clung to him, hoping he could feel what all of this meant to me.
His arms came around me, holding me close and cocooning me against his giant frame. It felt safe there.
“Thank you,” I said, looking up at him.
He nodded once, tilting his head to press a soft kiss to my cheek.
When we broke apart, I waved them both away. “Okay, the two of you need to get out of here and give me a minute to pull myself together. That was wild.”
Pres smirked, collecting his mask from the table and sliding it over his face. He started walking backwards towards the door. “Round two at home?”
“Jesus, can I get an hour to recover first?”
He grinned back at me in a way he hadn’t in a while and my heart swelled. “Not if I can help it.”
I laughed, looking to Boston, who was watching me with affectionate intensity. “I’ll get you a drink and meet you inside the ballroom?” he offered.
The way he said it, so tentatively… was he nervous? The thought that I could make the brutal enforcer feel that way had me grinning too.
“It’s a date.”
Presley scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Don’t let her charm you like that, man.” He clapped Boston on the shoulder and the two of them disappeared out the door. “She says it to all of us.”
I stared after them for a moment, then glanced around the empty room.
That had really happened. I’d kissed Boston. His hands had been all over me, and mine all over him, while Presley had fucked me from behind. I covered my face with my hands, a little giddy as the memories played over in my mind. It had been hotter than a sauna in hell.
I fixed my dress, fluffed my hair, and drew several deep breaths before making my way back into the hall. I was almost back to the party when I realized I’d left my mask on the table in the smaller event room.
Hurrying down the hallway, I slipped back in to collect it, swinging it between my fingers as I walked down the hall again.
I was almost back to the ballroom, when a warm body collided with my back. I glanced over my shoulder to find Boston in his black leather mask, and a smile spread across my face.
“You just couldn’t stay away from me? My hand must be magical,” I teased.
He didn’t say anything, his arms coming around my waist and hauling me against him as he walked us backwards down the hallway the way I’d just come, the sounds from the ballroom fading. He moved towards the wall, still at my back.
“Where are we…?” I started.
My words cut off when he slammed me against the wall, my mask falling from my fingers as my hands came up just in time to stop my face from smacking into it. “Boston… what the hell are you doing?”
His hand came up to cover my mouth, his lips landing on my neck, and my instincts flared instantly.
That might be Boston’s mask, but it wasn’t his mouth on my skin or his hand over my mouth. The sleeve of his shirt was a dark green over my mouth. Boston’s shirt was white.
I pushed back off the wall. “Get the hell off me!”
Turning to face him, my head reared back at the sight of someone else in the black mask.
“Trent?”
His hands shoved against my shoulders, and I slammed against the wall, my head cracking against it.