Chapter 28 #2
“You have no idea how long I've wanted this,” I tell her, voice low as I push in slow, deep, all the way, feeling every perfect inch of her tight, wet pussy. I have to stop for a second, buried inside her, just to remember how to breathe.
Fuck. I've imagined this more times than I'd ever admit to her, lying awake down the hall, imagining her wrapped around me just like this. She's tight and slick and perfect, and I have to grit my teeth and hold still so I don't finish before I've even started.
“Please,” she begs, hips already rocking up for more.
I do, slow at first, watching her face the whole time, every flicker of it, the way her mouth falls open on every stroke.
Marcus is beside her, propped on one elbow, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth while her hand finds him, wrapping round him and stroking in the same slow rhythm I'm setting between her legs.
“That's it.” His voice has gone rough against her skin. “Just like that, baby. Take his cock. I know you're driving him so fucking crazy with that perfect, sweet cunt of yours.”
I can feel every clench of her around my cock with his words, every small catch in her breath when I hit somewhere that makes her nails dig into my shoulder, and I keep asking, because I need to know, need to hear it. “You okay? That good?”
“So good.” Her head tips back. “Don't stop.”
I don't. Marcus shifts after a while, kissing his way down her body, and I hook her top leg over my forearm to give him room, spreading her wider, feeling her take me even deeper, his mouth finding her clit while I'm still moving inside her.
The sound she makes when his tongue touches her is nothing like anything I've heard out of her before, guttural and lust-filled, dissolving into a moan she can't hold back. It feels so fucking good I'm undone.
“Fuck, Lex.” I have to slow down just to last, dragging out every thrust, watching Marcus work her with his mouth while I stay buried deep inside her. “You feel incredible. I'm not going to last if you keep squeezing me like that.”
“I don't care.” Her hand fists in the sheet, her whole body starting to shake. “Don't stop, either of you, please, I'm so close.” Her hips rock back and forth, taking us both in turn. “God, I love the way you're fucking me.”
Marcus doesn't let up, and I don't either, and a few strokes later she comes apart around both of us at once, crying out our names, begging us to stop while her body begs for more.
Her pussy seizes so hard around my cock it drags my own orgasm out of me right behind hers.
I bury myself as deep as I can get and empty everything I have into her, groaning her name against her hair, every pulse of it feeling like it's been building since the day she walked back into our lives.
I stay there afterwards, still inside her, not ready to let go of the feeling yet, stroking her hair back off her damp forehead while she comes down, shaking underneath me.
“Hmmm, sweetheart.” I press a kiss to her temple. “You okay?”
“Mm.” A lazy, satisfied sound. “Very okay.”
I ease out of her slowly, and she makes a small, unhappy noise at the loss of me, but I keep her leg hooked up over my arm, holding her open for Marcus, who's already lining himself up in front of her, his own control clearly hanging by a thread.
“My turn for that gorgeous little cunt,” he murmurs, and slides into her in one long unbroken stroke, watching her face crumple with pleasure as he fills her.
She tips her head back against my shoulder, and I hold her there, my chest against her spine, one hand splayed over her stomach, feeling every roll of Marcus's hips through her body pressed against mine. It's the most intimate thing I've ever been a part of.
“God, baby.” Marcus's voice comes out rough. “You feel like heaven. So tight. So fucking wet for me.” He drops his forehead to hers for a second, breathing hard. “Each time with you is even better. I can't get enough of you wrapped around my cock.”
“Marcus.” Her hand fists in his hair.
“I know, baby. I know.” He picks up the pace, his face straining with the effort of holding back. “You take me so well. Look at you, sweet cunt stretching around me.” His voice cracks on the last word, control visibly slipping. “Fuck. You're going to end me.”
I kiss along her throat, murmuring nonsense against her skin, and slide my hand down between the two of us, finding her clit and circling it slow, matching the rhythm Marcus has already set.
She whimpers, desperate for release.
“There she is,” Marcus groans, feeling her jolt against both of us at once. “There's that sound I want to hear. Come for us. Let us feel it.”
He builds harder, faster, his composure fraying with every stroke, murmuring a string of half-formed praise against her skin that dissolves into nothing but her name.
I keep my fingers moving against her, steady even as his rhythm turns ragged, and it isn't long before she's shaking hard between us, sandwiched tight, right on the edge.
“That's it.” My voice is rough in her ear. “Let go, sweet girl. We've got you. Come with his cock fucking you while I stroke you.”
She comes with a shaking moan that Marcus swallows with his mouth against hers, and I can feel her clenching around him as he grunts and slams into her and holds it there as he comes.
Buried deep inside her, he jerks and then stills, his forehead dropping to her shoulder, his whole body shaking with the force of it.
“Fuck,” he breathes, still catching his breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm addicted to your body.”
For a long while none of us moves. She's boneless between us, one hand still curled in my hair, the other resting over Marcus's heart.
“So,” Marcus says eventually, breathless, “still think we're treating you like you're fragile?”
“Shut up.” She swats weakly at his chest, laughing despite herself. “Consider that a check-up.”
I press a smile against her shoulder. “Yeah? And what were the findings?”
“That I should fall down and hit my head more often,” she giggles.
Marcus growls as I pull her tight against me.
“Don't you dare, Lex. I don't think I could handle it again. Once was traumatic enough.” She settles back, her ass rubbing against me, already making my cock hard again, as she lays her head on Marcus's chest.
I pull the blanket up over all three of us, and Marcus kisses the top of her head with a little contented sigh that echoes my own feelings.
Within seconds her breathing's gone slow and even, tucked safe between us, and neither of us lets her go.
I don't think we could if we wanted to.