Chapter 33 #2
With my brain not fully functional, I give up trying to decide. They don’t need my help right now anyway. They’re doing just fine on their own.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. Each of my breaths comes out in heavy pants.
“That’s it,” Linc says, kissing just below my ear. He must sense that my legs are about ready to give out from beneath me because one of his strong arms bands around my middle, holding me against him.
“Remind me of those sexy sounds you make when you come,” Kane says. “They might have heard you recently, but it’s been three years for me.”
The heel of his palm glides along the side of his erection that’s still trapped inside his sweats. I don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it.
“I’m dying here,” he adds.
He’s dying. Fuck. I’m the one dying here.
Linc mutters one word in my ear just as Wyatt sucks my clit all the way into his mouth, and I do just as Linc told me to. I come.
Thank goodness no one else is here because there would be no hiding the noises I’m making as the orgasm tears through me.
The intensity of it all has me wanting to let my eyes flutter closed, but I fight to keep my gaze trained on Kane through every peak and valley. He now has a death grip on the base of his cock, like he’s trying to keep himself from coming.
Linc and Wyatt slow their movements, but they continue to slowly work me through my orgasm until it gently fizzles away.
“Fuck,” I whimper, fully collapsing into Linc’s hold. The little strength I had remaining in my legs is now nonexistent.
Wyatt ghosts kisses over my hip and stomach before standing before me. “Watching you come is probably one of my favorite things in the whole world.” There’s a spark in his eyes that’s one part lust and one part awe. It is one-hundred-percent Wyatt, though, and it makes me smile.
“You making me come is probably one of my favorite things in the whole world,” I tell him with a relaxed smile.
“You ready for more?” Linc asks, lips gliding over my temple.
I shuffle my feet, finally able to support a little more of my own weight. My attention lands back on Kane as Wyatt shifts to the side.
I might be wrung out from the orgasm they just ripped from me, but I’m far from done. I’ve thought about Kane for three years, thinking I would never get a chance to be with him again.
This is my chance. You bet your ass I’m not going to fumble it. If I get one night with all of them, I’m going to make the best of it, shaky legs be damned.
I tilt my head to the side to look up at Linc. “Yeah, I am.”
He subtly nods, then kisses me. He’s fine to share me with two other men, but he doesn’t want me to forget about him.
How could I? That just isn’t possible, and this kiss is proof of that. I feel it through my entire body.
“Go,” he whispers as he pulls away.
I blink a few times, trying to regain my bearings. Seeing Kane with his sweatpants pulled down just enough to reveal his hard cock has me crawling up on the bed.
Something smacks against my left ass cheek, and I yelp in surprise. My head whips to look over my shoulder.
Wyatt is standing there with an expression that illustrates how unapologetic he is. His hand gently caresses the area he just hit.
“Really?” I ask.
“What?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders. “Your ass was right there. I couldn’t help myself.”
I roll my eyes, but I really want to smile. He didn’t spank me that hard, and honestly, it sent a zap of pleasure through me that ended right at my clit.
I’m shaking my head and smiling when I turn back to Kane, who still has his hand wrapped around himself. “Can I help you with that?” I ask.
“Please,” he says, gliding his tongue over his bottom lip.
I crawl farther up the bed until I’m kneeling between his spread thighs. I grab the waistband of his boxers and sweats and start to pull them down his legs.
He doesn’t act like anything is hurting him, but I still try to keep the fabric from rubbing on the healing scrapes on his leg. With the way he’s looking at me right now, it seems like his injuries are the least of his concerns.
Tossing the clothes off the bed, I dive right in.
“Oh… fuck,” Kane gasps as I swallow him down in one go.
His cock hits the back of my throat, but I keep going. My hand wraps around the base, working in tandem with my mouth.
“S… St… Stop,” Kane stutters, pulling at my hair with his good hand. “I’m going to come.”
I move off his cock. The wet popping sound echoes around the room. “Isn’t that the point?” I say with a smirk as I continue to slowly stroke him.
“Need to be inside you,” he rasps.
“Scoot down,” I say, moving backward so he has more room. He adjusts some of the pillows and, somewhat awkwardly with his injured arm, he moves down until he’s lying on his back.
“Here,” Wyatt says, tossing me a condom.
I smile at him before turning back to Kane. I bring the packet to my mouth to rip it, but Kane stops me.
“If I only get to be inside of you one more time…” His words trail off as he drags in a deep breath. “I want to feel you… all of you.”
Oh…
“If you want that, too,” he adds.
Of course I want that. How could I not want to feel him bare inside of me?
“I’m clean,” he says. “I haven’t been with anyone since we moved here.”
“Longer than that,” Linc pipes in.
“It’s true,” Wyatt laughs. “He’s been a monk… for a long time.”
I cock my head at Wyatt. “So, that means you haven’t been a monk.” I turn my gaze to Linc. “Either of you.”
Wyatt scratches at the back of his neck. “I mean, not usually… but here…”
“I don’t think either of us has been with anyone since we moved,” Linc clarifies.
My eyes narrow in surprise. How did these three gorgeous men move to this small mountain town and not pick up any women?
Aspen Springs isn’t exactly busting at the seams with single women, but I find it hard to believe none of them have been with anyone.
“We’ve all had a lot of other things on our minds,” Kane says, a hint of solemnness on his face.
Right. Oliver.
I nod because I don’t really know what to say. I believe them, though.
Kane grabs my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. “I want to forget about everything else for tonight and just be here with you.”
My insides turn to melted butter.
“I’m clean and on the pill,” I say.
“So… no condoms?” Kane asks.
I nod. “No condoms.” I toss the packet that’s still in my hand. It smacks against Wyatt’s chest, making him chuckle.
Letting go of Kane’s hand, I crawl over him. “Am I hurting you?” I ask, checking to see if my leg is pressing against any of the worst bruises and scrapes.
“I wouldn’t care if you were,” he says.
“Kane,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him. I want him so badly. I can feel the ache deep within me, but I won’t go through with this if it’s going to hurt him.
He shakes his head. “You aren’t hurting me.” I must not look convinced because he continues. “I promise.” He tugs on my arm with his good hand. “Come here.”
I let him pull me down until my chest is pressed against him. His hand slides up my arm and into my hair. He pulls my face to his, and then he kisses me.
My hips have a mind of their own as I seek out some much-needed friction. I’m so wet that I easily glide myself over his length. The friction on my sensitive clit is perfection. I can feel each ridge and vein along the underside of his cock as my clit slides over it.
Kane groans, tightening his grip on my hair. I slide up a little farther. His cock notches at my entrance. My breath catches as he fills me, inch by agonizing inch.
“Fuck… that was hot.” I hear Wyatt groan from somewhere else in the room, but I don’t turn to look. He grumbles something else about no hands, but I’m too focused on Kane and the way his eyes are drilling into me.
He presses my forehead to his when he’s all the way inside me. We stay perfectly still, breathing the same air.
I could lie to myself and say the tightness in my chest is from the way his cock is stretching me, but it’s not. It’s him, and the connection I feel when he’s inside of me like this.
“I’ve missed you.” His words come out as barely more than a whisper.
I’ve missed him, too, so fucking much. Something seizes around my heart at the thought of this being the last time I’ll even get to be like this with him.
With a deep breath, I shove the thought to the back of my mind. I’m with him now, and that’s all I can focus on… or I’m going to start crying right here on top of him.
He kisses the corner of my eye. His lips drag down my cheek and to my lips. The kiss is comforting, grounding me in this moment.
In an unspoken agreement, we start to move with the same intake of air. He grounds me with his tender kisses as he starts to thrust up into me.
His cast whacks against my side. “Fucking cast,” he growls against my lips.
I can’t help but laugh, letting my head fall against his shoulder. I don’t know if it’s actually that funny, or if I needed a little levity from the intense connection I have with Kane that I’m trying to deny exists. But it does.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Kane grumbles, letting his injured arm flop back to the bed beside him.
“I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the situation.”
“What the fuck ever,” Kane says, rolling his eyes.
I sneak a peek at the other two. They’re both laughing.
“You two shut the hell up,” Kane says, pointing at them. “You get to use both your hands with her.”
“Do you need a hand?” Linc asks, taking a step toward the bed. I have to bite my lips to keep a laugh from bursting free.
“No,” Kane snaps. “She’s mine right now.”
His lips crash against mine. The soft kisses from earlier are no more. Now, he’s kissing me like his life depends on it, like the very essence he needs to survive will come solely from me.
With a firm grip on my hip, he starts to pound into me. Any hesitancy has left the room, leaving pure passion and desperation in its wake.