Chapter 50
CHAPTER FIFTY
Abby
We’re barely through the door before clothes are being stripped off as we tumble into the living room.
There’s no way we’re going to make it all the way upstairs. Our need for each other is burning like an inferno, and those extra steps are not going to happen.
Kane kisses me while I blindly fight with his belt buckle. I growl into the kiss in frustration that I can’t get the damn thing undone. With a groan, I drop to my knees in front of him.
Now that I can see what I’m doing, I make quick work of getting his belt undone and sliding his pants and underwear down his legs. He steps out of them, kicking them to the side.
My tongue darts out, swirling around his tip. He lets out a groan, sliding his fingers in my hair. “More,” he breathes out.
I oblige, taking the tip into my mouth and sucking. I press down, taking more of him in my mouth.
He slides over my tongue, tapping the back of my throat. He doesn’t press too hard, my gentle giant not wanting to push things too far.
I lean back, keeping my hand gripped around his length. I turn to look at Linc and Wyatt who are standing off to the side, both of them naked and leisurely stroking themselves as they watch us.
“Come here,” I say.
They walk over, standing on either side of Kane. With one hand stroking Kane, I take Linc in my mouth. He makes a sound deep in his chest as I start to bob up and down his length.
With my free hand, I reach for Wyatt. I bypass his cock, going straight for his balls. I knead them in my palm, pulling a ragged groan from him.
Out of all my guys, he loves having his balls played with the most.
Moving over, I take Wyatt into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around and around the swollen head, paying special attention to the underside. I can feel his body quaking with the sensations moving through him.
I go round and round, taking my time to work them all up. I’m only wearing my lace panties, but if it weren’t for them, I would be dripping all over the floor with how wet my pussy is.
As it stands, I can already feel it coating the inside of my thighs.
“Enough,” Linc groans, pulling me off his cock when I dive back in for another taste. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He bends down, picks me up, and tosses me onto the couch in one swift motion. “Hands and knees.”
I scramble to do as he says. Linc walks bare-ass naked into the kitchen, coming back with a jar of coconut oil.
Fuck yes.
He scoops out a generous amount before bringing his fingers to my crease. The oil immediately starts to melt from the warmth of my skin. He gently massages the area before easing a finger inside of me.
“Yes,” I groan, arching into his touch.
He works a second finger in. The noises I’m making grow even louder. It feels too fucking good.
“Does that really feel good?” Wyatt asks. “I’ve seen you come like this a lot, but does it really?”
An idea pops into my head. I pat my hand on the couch in front of me. “Come here. Let me show you how good it feels.”
His eyes widen in surprise before turning to burning desire. There’s a twinge of apprehension mixed in there, too, but I’ll be gentle with my golden retriever.
I wait, giving him time to decide what he wants to do.
“Fuck it,” he says with a shrug. He plops down in front of me, so his bent knees are on either side of my head.
Linc leans over, holding the jar of coconut oil out for me. I dip my two fingers in, pulling out a decent glob. “Have you ever done this before?” I ask Wyatt.
He shakes his head. “No.” The nerves in his voice are woven with greedy anticipation.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” I tell him.
“I trust you,” he says, and my heart swells.
I kiss the inside of his thigh before I press my fingers against his taint. He groans. I had a feeling he was going to like that.
I alternate between gliding my fingers over his hole and back up to just below his balls. He’s already a squirming mess, and I haven’t even gotten inside of him yet.
I’ve never done this before, but the power to make someone feel this good is kind of thrilling. I see what Linc gets out of his side of the power dynamics.
Wyatt might be the one letting me play with his ass right now, but I would put good money on him still topping from the bottom.
I bend a little more, gliding my tongue up the underside of his hard cock. I want him to be a little distracted for this next part. He grabs the base, giving me a better angle to take him in my mouth fully.
As I ease down his length, I slowly press one finger past the tight ring of muscle. I go slow, letting him adjust.
I keep bobbing slowly up and down his cock as I work my finger at the same pace. His cock is still hard against my tongue, so I’ll take that as a good sign.
I’ve never found a guy’s prostate before, but I’ve read enough romance novels to have a pretty good guess. I quirk my finger a few times.
“Fuck,” he yelps, his whole body contracting in on itself. “What the fuck was that?”
“Your prostate, I’m guessing,” Kane laughs.
“Well, whatever the fuck it was… don’t stop,” Wyatt groans, grinding his ass down on my finger.
I grin up at him, pressing my finger into the same spot again. He groans loudly. I let out a moan in the same breath as Linc starts moving his fingers that had stilled in my own ass. On the next retreat of my fingers, I press in a second.
“Oh… oh… oh,” Wyatt whines.
“You ready for me?” Linc asks.
“Yes,” I pant, wanting him inside me so badly.
My movements halt as Linc eases his slick cock inside of me. I suck in a sharp breath, feeling him all the way in.
His hands lovingly smooth over my back. “Breathe, angel.”
I drag in a few deep breaths, adjusting to the feel of him stretching me. “Okay,” I say, glancing at him over my shoulder.
“I love you,” he says.
“Love you, too.”
He slowly starts to rock inside of me. I take Wyatt back into my mouth as I resume pumping my fingers inside of him.
Linc grips my hips as he starts picking up his pace. I start stroking over the magic spot with each press of my fingers while hollowing out my cheeks around Wyatt’s cock.
Wyatt grips my hair with his free hand, pressing me down a little further on his cock. Tears spring to my eyes, but I don’t move away.
Watching him come unraveled makes my need to come even more intense. I press my fingers hard against his prostate, and he comes down the back of my throat.
The string of curses and jumbled words flying from his mouth is mostly indistinguishable, but his pleasure is clear from the way he’s writhing beneath me.
Wyatt’s dick slides from my mouth just in time for Linc to change his angle enough to have me seeing stars.
“Shit,” I groan, slowly pulling my fingers from Wyatt. Linc slides a hand down until he’s strumming my clit in time with his powerful thrusts.
“Come with me, angel,” Linc groans, pressing kisses to my spine.
“Right there,” I moan.
Feeling him come inside me sets me off. He groans as I clench around him. “Fuck yes. Milk my cock with your tight ass.”
I whimper at his words, letting my head fall against Wyatt’s thigh. Linc’s movements slow as he works us both through the last waves of our orgasms.
Wyatt’s fingers rake through my hair, which is a total disaster now.
“Damn,” Linc says, resting his sweaty forehead against my back.
“Agreed,” Wyatt laughs.
I blink up at Wyatt. “Did you like that?”
“What do you think, beautiful?” he asks, quirking a brow with that devilish smirk. “I came down your throat like a geyser.”
“Eww,” Kane says.
I chuckle, burying my face against Wyatt’s leg. Linc carefully slides out of me, and I can immediately feel his come dripping out of me.
“Mmm,” he hums, pushing it back inside me with his thumb.
“You’re a caveman,” I tell him.
He just grunts, shrugging his shoulders as he lies back on the couch.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Kane says, holding his hand out for me. I happily slide my hand into his and let him lead me into the bathroom.
He gets me a warm washcloth while I wash my hands. I use the cloth to clean myself up, and he stares at me with nothing but love in his eyes.
As soon as I’m done, he grips the back of my thighs. I hop into his arms with a smile on my face.
“Hey, you,” I say, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head.
“Hi, love,” he says, giving me a slow kiss.
He walks back into the living room and sits between Wyatt and Linc. They’re both back in their boxers and lounging on opposite sides of the couch.
Kane grips my hips and wordlessly slides me onto his cock. Nothing is frenzied about our movements. We grind and roll our bodies against each other.
My orgasm builds slowly from deep within me, but I relish each second it takes to get there.
When it crashes over me, I cling to Kane with everything I have. I don’t want anything to separate us as we come together.
His large hands press into my back, holding me flush to him. My head falls to his shoulder as I keep circling my hips against him.
It seems impossible, but the tiniest waves of pleasure keep cresting through me, rippling out from my core and across my limbs.
I’m half asleep against Kane’s chest as my orgasm fully ebbs away. “I love you,” I murmur, wanting them all to hear me.
I’m vaguely aware of their returned sentiments before sleep fully pulls me under with Kane’s arms still firmly wrapped around me.