Chapter 33 #3
I climbed on top of him with the intention of doing all the work, so he wouldn’t hurt himself. The orgasm crawling up my spine leaves me incapable of complaining about the way he’s exerting himself, though.
He’s a big boy. He’d stop if he needed to. Probably.
He pants and plants sloppy kisses across my cheek and down my neck. His tongue slides over my heated skin.
“Abby,” he breathes heavily into the crook of my neck. His breath ghosting over my skin sends shivers through my limbs. “I need you to get there,” he says as his cock continues to pound deep inside of me.
I pull back just enough to look him in the eye. What I see makes my heart feel like it’s going to fly from my chest. This intensity, this connection, is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
My fingers slide into his hair, trying to pull him even closer to me. I don’t think it would be possible for him to be too close right now. “I’m right here.”
He slams up into me one more time, and we both shatter in unison. I don’t think I’ve ever come at the same exact time as any man I’ve been with.
It’s euphoric, like the waves of pleasure are flowing between both of us. Our movements slow as we ride out our orgasms until I’m a limp noodle plastered on top of him.
“You okay?” he asks, brushing my hair away from my face.
“Mmhmm,” I hum against his chest, my eyes drifting closed as I try to regulate my breathing.
“No words?” Kane asks.
“You fucked them out of my brain,” I mumble.
Laughter behind me makes reality slowly start to trickle back into my brain. Linc. Wyatt.
I didn’t forget they were here. The orgasm just made it nearly impossible to process anything other than what was happening between Kane and me.
“I don’t think I can keep you all to myself,” Kane says quietly.
My eyes peek open to look at him. Is he second-guessing all of this? Is he not okay with sharing anymore?
A pang of worry slices through me, but the gentle look on his face settles it to some degree.
His fingers trail down the side of my face. “I’m not backing out. I just don’t like letting you go.”
I appreciate his honesty, but it sends another wave of anxiety through me. How the fuck are we all going to walk away from tonight untethered from one another?
Honesty seems to be the motto tonight. “I don’t like letting you go either,” I say.
His lips gently press against mine. My eyes stay locked on his as I slowly climb off him.
Both Wyatt and Linc are there to help me peel myself away from Kane. Wyatt holds me in his arms at the foot of the bed, while Linc uses a cloth to get me cleaned up.
Sometime during everything with Kane, Wyatt and Linc stripped down to their boxers. Wyatt’s chest feels almost icy against my back, which is still hot and sweaty.
“Are you ready to go to sleep?” Wyatt asks.
My head snaps to look at him. What? No. That’s it? That’s all I get? I don’t get to be with Linc or Wyatt? My heart pounds wildly as my thoughts swirl with abandon.
Wyatt must see my panicked expression because he’s quick to calm my racing mind. “I just mean that we don’t have to do anything else. I want to do more, but I would also be okay holding you all night while you sleep.”
My errant thoughts screech to a halt. Wyatt might be chaotic in his own right, but he has a way of calming me when I really need it.
I might be wrung out and relaxed after two mind-altering orgasms, but I’m not done. “Can we do both?”
That wicked smirk is back. “Fuck yes. We can.” He smacks a kiss onto my cheek and then moves me onto all fours.
Linc moves over to stand right in front of me on the side of the bed. With a finger under my chin, he tilts my head up. “Good?”
I nod against his hand. I am good. I might feel differently tomorrow, but for right now, I’m good.
Wyatt leans over me, trailing kisses down my spine. Each one makes me shiver in anticipation.
Using one hand to support myself on the bed, I hook the other into the waistband of his boxers. Linc takes mercy on me, helping to guide the other side down his muscular thighs. His cock bobs free, and I’m frozen in shock.
“Your dick is pierced,” I say at way too loud a volume for how close we all are.
Wyatt snorts against the middle of my back. Kane chuckles to himself from where he’s propped up at the head of the bed again.
Linc kicks his boxers to the side and grips the base of his dick. My eyes are locked on the silver jewelry decorating the underside of his crown that’s already dripping with pre-come.
He gives himself a slow, leisurely stroke. His thumb grazes over the piercing.
“Scared?” Wyatt asks.
“No.” My head shakes quickly.
Linc leans down, so his face is right in front of mine. “I promise. It will feel amazing.”
I want to say something about how he knows, but I shove those jealous thoughts away. Instead, I focus on the way my pussy clenches at the thought of having him inside of me.
Wyatt’s kisses move from the base of my spine and over my ass cheeks. I shudder when his dick grazes over my clit.
“You’ll have to settle for my normal, boring cock first,” Wyatt says.
I peek over my shoulder, realizing I haven’t actually seen his cock yet either. It’s anything but boring. I already know the stretch is going to be amazing.
“It’s only boring because you aren’t fucking me with it yet,” I say.
“Well… shit,” Kane huffs out.
In the next second, Wyatt thrusts all the way inside me. I almost faceplant into Linc. He steadies me with a hand on my shoulder.
“You want me to fuck you?” Wyatt asks, sounding a little out of breath himself. At least I’m not the only one.
The surprise and the feeling of him inside of me is just so much. Getting enough air in my lungs is proving to be difficult.
“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”
“Mmm,” Wyatt hums. “What my girl wants… my girl gets.” His hands grip my hips, then he starts to move.
I’ll probably spend hours thinking about how he called me “my girl” tomorrow, but for now, I’m fixating on the steady rhythm of his cock pounding inside of me.
It feels so fucking good that my eyes flutter closed. Each time he hits that perfect spot inside of me, quivers of pleasure start to build.
After an especially hard thrust, my eyes fly open, and Linc’s cock is right there. Without even really thinking about it, I lick my tongue across the head of his leaking cock.
The salty flavor envelops my senses. His cock jerks against my tongue, making me smile.
Wanting to feel it again, I close my mouth around the swollen head. Experimentally, I roll my tongue over the piercing. He lets out a strangled groan, so it must feel good.
“Fuck,” he growls, sliding his fingers into my hair. He pulls it away from my face. “I want to see your lips stretched around my cock.”
His dirty mouth is turning me the fuck on. Not that everything else that has happened in this room isn’t doing the trick, too, but the words that fall from this man’s mouth are dirty as hell.
And I love every damn one of them.
Wanting to give him the show he’s looking for, I take more of him in my mouth. The piercing sliding along my tongue and teasing the back of my throat is different but not unpleasant.
With Wyatt still thrusting into me from behind, I have to keep my hands on the bed, leaving me without any free hands to grip his cock. With my mouth still full, I blink up at him, trying to silently convey what I want him to do.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, angel?” Linc asks. He looks a little undone, which is surprising and hot as hell.
Linc’s iron-clad exterior rarely lets anything ruffle his feathers, so this sight of him is making me want more. More of him.
I mumble a “yes” around his cock, but I don’t think it could be understood, especially with the sounds of Wyatt slapping against my ass. I nod as much as I can in this position, while still looking up at him.
He tenderly slides his thumb over the side of my face. “Smack my leg if you need me to stop. Okay?”
I nod again.
With both of his hands threaded into my hair on either side of my head, he starts a series of slow, shallow thrusts. I gag on the first deeper thrust, but I force myself to relax.
That look is enough to have me doing anything and everything that will keep that expression on his handsome face.
Wyatt changes his angle ever so slightly, and I see stars. Maybe it’s from the lack of oxygen or my third orgasm of the night barreling toward me.
Either way, I don’t care. These two men are consuming me completely. They’ve captured each and every one of my senses.
Linc slides from my mouth, stepping back. I look up at him longingly, but I don’t have time to contemplate his absence for long.
Wyatt wraps his arms around my chest, pulling me upright. His cock is still buried deep inside of me, with my back flush against his chest.
My head falls against his shoulder, one of my hands moving up to grip the hair at the back of his neck. His hands roam all over me.
He’s holding me so close that a single piece of paper wouldn’t fit between us.
One of his hands trails over my stomach, stopping at my clit. He slowly circles his fingers. I’m so sensitive and on edge that the barely-there contact has me falling apart in his arms.
“Fuck… Wyatt… Fuck,” I moan. “I’m coming.”
“I know,” he pants against my neck. “I can feel it.”
Three thrusts later, and he’s coming inside of me. I can feel his warm release coating my walls, which are still clenching around him with the final waves of my own release.
His lips press against my temple and just stay there. We stay plastered against one another as my heart rate regulates.
I turn my head to face him as much as I can in this position. It’s a little awkward, but I kiss him. I’m not leaving this moment without his lips on mine.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. I don’t know if he means it as an adjective or a noun.
That seems to be his chosen term of endearment that’s slipped out a few times. I don’t really care what his intent is. Warmth fills my heart.