Chapter 20
TWENTY
ROMAN
As Addison breaks apart in Austin’s arms, I have to force myself to stay where I am and let this part finish playing out. I’ve never felt so conflicted over fucking a woman with Austin—or any man—before.
Part of me wants to stalk over there, haul her into my arms, and kick my friend out of the room so I can fuck my woman alone.
The other part of me is reveling in watching her come alive for me under my direction and Austin’s touch.
What’s concerning, and worming into my brain wholly unwelcomed, is that the part of me that’s usually present for my ménages—the part that remains detached emotionally and simply enjoys the fucking for what it is—is inconveniently MIA.
There’s no part of me that’s emotionally detached. I’m either a possessive caveman or I’m moved and humbled by the gift of Addison allowing herself to be shared. Either way, I’m acutely aware that this is different from any ménage I’ve ever had. Or more accurately, she is different.
I mentally shake off the need to analyze every micro-detail. There’ll be plenty of time for that later, when Addison isn’t in my best friend’s lap, naked and sated with her first orgasm of the night.
Rising, I walk over to where they are on the bed.
“Untie her.” In only a couple of seconds, Austin has her arms unbound and helps her to slowly bring them forward.
Each of us takes one of her shoulders and massages it gently until she’s pliant in our hands and we know she’s not aching from the restrictive position. “Feel better?” I ask.
“Yes, thank you,” she answers lazily. She must have climaxed like Mount Vesuvius after the orgasm denial, because she looks half-doped up. Somehow it made her look fucking sexy and damn adorable at the same time. Just another dichotomy to drop into the bucket.
Her sea-green eyes are at half-mast and bright with lust as they study my stiff cock bobbing in front of her. “You want to suck me off, baby?” Her tongue darts out subconsciously to wet her bee-stung lips, making my tip weep with pre-cum, and she nods.
I flick a glance at Austin, letting him know I want him to “help” her.
He gathers up her hair in a makeshift ponytail and guides her head down.
“Put that pretty mouth of yours on his cock, darlin’,” Austin instructs.
Addison opens wide and slides half my length inside before locking her lips on my dick.
“Now give him a blow job to erase all others from his memory.”
That won’t be hard since every blow job she gives me tops the one before it.
Addison is fucking amazing at giving head, especially with my piercing.
What it gives me and my partner during sex, it takes away with oral.
A lot of women don’t like it because the metal clicks against their teeth, but it almost never gets in Addison’s way.
It’s like she instinctively knows how to move around it at just the right times to avoid any problems, leaving her to focus on sucking me like a goddamn Hoover.
She raises her eyes to look up at me while her head is bobbing on my dick, mouth stretched and tongue swirling along the thick vein underneath. Christ, she’s killing me. I need to get inside her more than I need to breathe. But not before she gets another turn.
Pulling out of her mouth, I go around them and lay on my side across the middle of the bed.
“Lay down and bring that sweet mouth of yours over here.” Austin helps position her the way I want, on her back with her feet on the floor.
I grab the back of her neck, but I don’t need to encourage her to pick up where she left off.
She eagerly swallows me and I move my hips to set the pace I want.
“You know what to do,” I say to Austin. “Make her come again.”
Her eyes widen, like she’s about to protest, but the second Austin’s tongue licks over her pussy, she melts and moans around my cock, shooting delicious vibrations straight to my fucking balls.
Austin doesn’t fuck around. He knows what comes after this and it’s the end goal we’re both craving.
The faster he gets her to climax, the faster we can make it happen.
For the next several minutes, or possibly eternity, we’re a mass of moaning, groaning, twitching bodies, until at last I can see her reaching that peak again.
Pulling out of her mouth, I move down so my face is level with hers.
“Roman, I— I— I’m—”
“I know, baby, let it happen. Come for us again.”
She lets loose a keening cry, and her back arches clear off the bed as Austin works her through the worst—or best—of her climax.
When he finally surfaces, he looks to me with a questioning arch of his brow.
I want to shake my head no, which is why I force myself to nod yes.
He climbs up her body, cups the side of her face, and kisses her with his lips and tongue coated in her essence.
I ignore the gut-punch I feel when she opens to him and returns the kiss with a soft mewl of rekindling desire.
I wait for him to pull away, and then I make the announcement we’ve all been waiting for. “Time to find out what it truly means to be with more than one man at a time.”