Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Krew
T he moment Decker shouted my name, I raced up the steps as though a swarm of hornets was after me. I opened the bedroom door, my chest heaving, and my eyes riveted on Regina reclining on the bed, and my best friend was lying next to her.
“She needs us both,” Decker professed in a throaty rumble.
I walked to the bed and dropped to my knees beside it. I reached out and ran a finger over the fresh mark on her collarbone, then tenderly cupped her cheeks. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
There was so much raw emotion roiling across her face. She leaned her head into my touch, and nuzzled against my calloused palm. She then reached out and touched Decker’s cheek. The turmoil I saw in her eyes calmed, like someone had flipped a switch in her head.
“There’s no past, or future. Just here and now. Just us,” she whispered.
Decker began kissing her, slow and unhurried.
“Deck,” Regina protested, her fingers gripping the back of his head.
“What do you need, baby?” he asked against her lips, then dipped down to the sensitive flesh of her neck, and began sucking hard, like he was marking her again.
The need to do the same had me get on the bed, next to them.
“I need more,” Regina confessed. “Please.”
I leaned in, kissing my way up to the crook of her neck—opposite to Decker—and sucked, leaving another mark. A loud moan escaped Regina’s lips, which amped up my desire to touch and taste these two people I’d loved for so long.
I trailed my hand down Regina’s arm to her exposed sex, then paused, my gaze catching on several thin, white scars on her thighs—along with a small bandage—and what the meaning behind them.
Decker straightened, his eyes zeroed in on her legs too, but remained silent on the subject. I knew there was going to a conversation in the near future and he’d demand a reason why she had done that to herself.
My soul ached at seeing Regina’s self-inflicting wounds.
The pain she must have endured to harm herself like that was unimageable.
I knew she was carrying a heavy secret—something so profound, something she wasn’t willing to share with us.
But those battle scars, and the fresh bandage, proved one thing clearly; she was still fighting those demons.
Instead of demanding an explanation, I didn’t want our connection broken, I ran a finger down the small patch of curls. “Part your legs for me,” I said, before sliding a digit between her slick folds. “You’re so wet for us.”
Decker wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me close. Our lips crashed together. The kiss was scorching, like we were making up for loss times.
Then we refocused on Regina. Our mouths met her’s at the same time. Our tongues danced and played, while our hands touched and caressed each other.
My desire ignited into a blazing pyre. I was near combustible. Just their lips alone had the potential to make me shoot a load.
Decker pulled away. “Let’s take the dress off,” he said with a grin. But his eyes were on me, and mischief sparked in them. I knew that look. He was in the mood to tease—to play with our girl and I was all for that.
With my help, Decker and I slowly glided our palms up Regina’s legs, skimming the dress higher until her breasts were exposed. I sucked in a breath. “Bare.”
“Surprise,” Decker chuckled. “Lift your ass for us, baby.”
Regina raised her hips and Decker skimmed the dress further up, past her ribcage, above her full breasts where her nipples were taut. They were begging to be touched.
“Sit up and raise your arms, sweetheart,” I said while admiring her naked form.
My already engorged shaft thickened even more as she lay back down and waited, completely still.
“So beautiful,” I hummed, staring at her radiant skin—the opposite of mine, which was covered in ink.
I’d love to ink her skin with one of my tattoos.
Decker, too, if he had room on his skin for me.
As Regina’s eyes were fixed on my cock, she sucked in a breath. “You’re bigger up close.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked, trying to recollect when she saw me naked, and I couldn’t recall one instance. I was still clothed last night when I made her come twice. Then Decker chuckled, which drew my attention. “What?”
“She watched us that first night.”
My eyes shifted to Regina; her skin blushed pink with embarrassment. “You two woke me up with your moaning. I had no choice but to look in on what you were doing.”
A smile sliced across my face. “And you got off watching us?”
Her cheeks went from pink to crimson. She nodded.
“Well.” I glanced down and looked at my dick proudly. I was above average in length and thickness. “It’s all yours, sweetheart. And Decker’s.”
Decker tossed his clothes, and climbed back on the bed. “I’m no chump either.” Which was true—while I had more girth, Decker’s impressive length was longer than mine.
“No, you are not ,” Regina finally spoke. She swallowed hard as her eyes bounced between our pricks. “All mine.”
There it was. The easy banter between the three of us. It was back, like we never lost touch.
“Now spread your legs for me wide so I can see your pussy, baby. I’m hungry,” Decker insisted. I met his intense stare with excitement as we waited for Regina to do as he instructed. It was her choice. Decker might be the one who was directing this three way, but Regina had all the power to say no.
She slowly spread her legs further apart. With her pussy fully exposed, Decker leaned close and asked once more. “Are you sure you want this, from us?”
He slid his hand slowly across her stomach and down to the apex of her sex, where my hand was already massaging her inner thigh.
“Yes,” she whispered huskily. “I’m aching for your fingers to touch me—for the two of you to be inside me.”
Decker took the lead and his fingers glided between the lips of her pussy before he leaned down and clamped his mouth around her small bundle of nerves.
As much as I loved watching them, I wanted—needed more. I leaned down and sucked her left nipple into my mouth while I pinched the other taut bud with my free hand. Perfection.
“Oh, my god,” she gasped, as Decker and I explored her body.
“So wet,” he said as his fingers came away glistening. “Taste our girl.” I moaned as he offered them to me.
He stuck his fingers into my mouth and I sucked them clean. “So damn sweet,” I confessed with a smile.
“Kiss our girl, while I taste her pretty cunt and get her ready for us.” Without preamble, Decker’s mouth was on her clit.
I hungrily took Regina’s mouth like I was a starving man. But our moment didn’t last before she said, “I want you in my mouth.” How could I say no to her? I got on my knees and moved toward her head.
She licked her lips, reached out and gripped onto my hard shaft. “Come closer.”
I shifted some more until I was hovering over her, my balls nearly touching her chin. She angled her head and then dragged her tongue along my shaft. I shivered on contact.
“Mmm.” Regina then slid the tip of my dick into her warm mouth and sucked as she slowly stroked.
“Open your mouth more and take more of him,” Decker instructed, his face still between her legs.
Regina’s lustful gaze met mine before she guided more of me inside her willing mouth. She never stopped stroking me, and there was a rhythm between us. I was already on the edge, ready to shoot down her throat.
“Fuck yes—you two look so damn hot together—Don’t come, K,” Decker ordered. I shifted a pleading gaze to him, as he slid two digits into Regina’s pussy. “I want some of that.”
Decker leaned over and licked the exposed section of my shaft, while his fingers were stretching her open. When he pulled away, Regina swallowed my cock down the back of her throat.
She gagged and pulled away, her eyes tearing and spit dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Regina couldn’t be more perfect—lying there, staring up at me with passion reflecting in her gaze. Then she went right back to sucking my cock eagerly.
Pressure began to build in my balls, and with a few more sucks and strokes from Regina’s talented mouth and hands, I was ready to come. “Regi,” I crooned. I pulled out of her mouth and covered her lips with mine. I kissed and licked and tasted—her and me—on our tongues.
“Are you ready to take us, Regi?” Decker asked, as he grabbed the condoms from where he had tossed them earlier.
“Not both—I don’t think—I’m ready for that—my body isn’t ready—for the two of you together.” Regina was tripping over her words. And I understood her apprehension, Decker and I weren’t small.
“Hey—hey, look at me,” I said, cupping her face with both hands. “If you’re game, how about Decker fucks me while I’m inside you?”
Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. “Can we do that?”
“We can do whatever you want,” Decker added, as he glided a hand down my back to my ass and squeezed.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned in reverence.
“Demanding. Just you wait.” Decker reached over and stroked my length before he gently pushed Regina back down on the bed. “Regi, don’t move. Krew.”
My name was an unspoken order. I moved between Regina’s legs, my ass in the air and began eating her out like a never-ending feast, while Decker prepared me. He wasn’t gentle as he stretched my asshole, and the little sadist in me relished the bite of pain.
“We’re going to love you, Regi,” Decker admitted as he pulled his fingers out of me.
Decker shifted and then he handed me a condom. Then I heard the rip of a foil wrapper, before I felt cool liquid coat my pucker and I shivered.
“I can’t wait until my cock sinks into your tight hole,” Decker whispered to me. The tip of his rigid shaft was rubbing against my balls, and I knew he was ready. And so was I.
With one last lick of Regina’s clit, I sat up on my knees and rolled the condom down my shaft. Then I positioned myself over our girl, my cockhead at her entrance. I met her eyes, and said, “Tell me again, this is okay.”