Chapter 11 #2
“Thanks,” Gabe murmurs, and then I feel cool, slick fingers at my backside. Sliding down between my cheeks until they’re poised at my back door. “Let me in, Princess. Relax.”
He breaches me so gently, so carefully. I relax in their grasp, ready for whatever they have in mind. My clit throbs against the crown of Alex’s magnificent cock. He’s wedged so tight, holding so still, he could be carved from granite.
I rub the scruff covering his cheeks. “I want to feel this later,” I tell him, a little out of my mind with lust.
His lips tug up, knowing exactly what I want. His talented tongue lapping between my thighs, those whiskers driving me wild. “My pleasure, Beauty.”
“Make me come,” I beg because I know Alex will let me have my way. My protector. My big, brooding pleasure provider.
“Gabe?” he checks in.
“Can’t rush perfection,” Gabe answers, scissoring his fingers in my ass.
My breasts are so heavy. I whimper, needing to be filled with hard cock. Needing stimulation.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
“You’re not, Princess.”
“I am,” I counter, a needy pile of nerves.
“Not gonna risk hurting you, sweetheart. King, come kiss her senseless.”
A little laugh bubbles up my throat. “Already senseless.” Hell, I feel like I’m on drugs. The good kind that makes you loopy and happy and light. Where nothing bad can touch you.
King wedges in next to us, brushing wet strands of my hair off my forehead. “Hey, messy girl.” He leans in, kissing me so softly I instantly want more.
With one hand hooked around Alex’s neck, I wrap my other arm around King. He lifts his head, that trademark smile gracing his lips. I’m thoroughly bemused, beyond grateful they’re all here with me. Together and working things through.
“Love this,” I say to no one in particular.
“And we love you,” King says. Alex rumbles his agreement, and my heart swells.
“To distraction,” Gabe murmurs. Then, “Breathe, sweetheart.”
His cock slots against me, and suddenly they’re all moving, shifting into place. Alex scooping me higher, Gabe tilting my hips. Letting go of King, I cling to Alex. They work together until they’re both wedged tight, and I can’t breathe.
It only takes one thrust before the need coiled tight inside me unravels.
I tighten around Alex so hard I worry I’ll leave bruises.
But the thought disappears as soon as it forms because that’s what pleasure does.
Washes away every other thought but pure bliss.
Until you’re spasming, shattering, contracting.
“That’s it, Wildfire. Let go.”
Been there, done that.
My pulse roars in my ears, and air saws in and out of my lungs. I collapse between them, panting. Dripping.
They give me half a minute to regroup. To feel all cuddly. Then Alex flicks a thumbnail against my left nipple, and I’m instantly climbing toward another orgasm.
“Can one die of too many orgasms?” I ask, clearly delirious from the never-ending foreplay.
“We wouldn’t let that happen,” Alex assures me, because of course he does. My gentle-only-to-me giant.
“But we’ll see how far we can push it,” King teases.
“And we all have to go at the same time, because I can’t live without any of you,” Gabe says.
Over the drone of the shower, it’s the sweetest, most heartfelt confession I could imagine from him.
Straining between all the hunky manflesh, I turn, searching for his lips.
He doesn’t make me work for it. Meets me halfway.
It’s awkward and glorious. My neck muscles scream, but my pussy flutters.
Alex curses. King touches us all over, staying connected.
A fresh round of heat rushes just beneath my skin. My senses go on high alert. Need thrums heavy through my veins.
“Please,” I say against Gabe’s mouth.
“What do you need, Princess?”
“Just this. Us, together.”
“You’ve got us,” King assures me, his voice going dark again. “This… you guys are home.”
Tears prickle the corners of my eyes, and my nose tingles. Oh, I can’t ugly cry while I’m being sandwiched between my lovers.
Seeing the emotion welling in me, King crowds closer, kissing Gabe first, then me. Our tongues mate. His hand closes around my throat, squeezing gently, and then he lifts his head a fraction and says, “Come, Wildfire.”
Alex and Gabe find their rhythm again. In. Out. Using both holes so deeply, I might walk funny tomorrow if I can walk at all.
Totally worth it.
“Come all over that monster cock. They’re going to fill you up until you’re dripping. You like that, don’t you?”
I nod.
“I like it too.” Kiss. “So much.” Kiss. “Too much.”
“Never too much,” I whisper.
His laugh is dark and unrecognizable. “Oh, babe. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
I’m once again on alert to the change in him. This darker side of my sunshiny boy. The voice, the look, the energy, they reach deep inside me and find a Katherine I’ve only just met.
“Oh?” I purr. “What am I getting myself into?”
“Fuck—” Gabe mutters.
There’s a momentary flicker in King’s eyes, so brief I almost think I’m imagining it. But I see it for what it is. Indecision. Uncertainty.
“Tell her,” Gabe says. “No more hiding.”
“No more hiding,” Alex agrees.
The mood shifts, and I swear I feel all three of them closing ranks, tightening around me.
King nods. “No more hiding.”