Chapter 22 #2
When we break apart, breathing ragged, Boone’s voice is rough as gravel. “Fuck. You taste her on me?”
“Every bit,” I answer, then lean down to kiss Lula, letting her taste herself on both our tongues.
Boone settles between her spread thighs again, his cock flushed dark. I reach down, guiding him against her. A lewd, wet squelch echoes as he presses at her entrance.
I glide his rigidness around to make that sound again and again.
“Listen to that,” he teases. “Needy thing.”
Boone pauses, leaning down to kiss her slow and deep.
He cups her face, thumb stroking her cheek as he murmurs against her lips.
“You feel so damn good already. So warm and open for me.” He kisses her again, slower this time, like he’s savoring her taste, then trails his mouth along her jaw and down to her throat, whispering, “Been thinkin’ about this. About you lettin’ me in like this.”
He starts to inch into her, groaning low in his chest as his length disappears inside her. Lula’s soft gasp makes him still for a moment, forehead resting against hers.
“That’s it, wild,” he breathes, voice thick. “Feel how your cunt was made to take me?”
She makes a pained sound.
“Take a breath,” I coach her, reaching to where they’re joined and finding her bud. I circle it gently. “Relax into it.”
Boone groans as he slowly stretches her, going deeper until they’re fitted together. He stops once buried to the hilt. “See that? You ever been this full?”
I keep rubbing, her slick flesh pulsing and growing wetter under my fingertips. Her mouth is open, panting gently, and she answers with a flustered shake of her head.
He starts to move, leaning down to kiss Lula again, open-mouthed and lingering. His hand slides under her back, pulling her closer so their bodies press together completely. “You’re so tight. So perfect,” he rasps against her mouth, the words breaking a little.
Lula’s hands roam over his back, encouraging him, her soft cries mixing with his deeper ones. Boone’s pace gradually grows harder, more urgent, as he whispers rough little praises between thrusts. “That’s my girl. Takin’ me so good. Look at you.”
I smooth a hand over her belly. “Our girl,” I correct, more to him than to her.
Boone grins against her throat. “Yeah?” His hand slides up her side. “That right, sweetheart? You hear him? Ours.”
Her knees fall wider as she tips her head back to look at me.
When I lean down, she meets me halfway, breathless, kissing me with a softness that undoes me more than any sound she’s made.
Our mouths slip together and apart each time Boone drives into her.
Each thrust turns shorter and more desperate.
He presses his forehead to Lula’s, noses brushing, panting against her.
“Fuck,” he cries, awed, then pulls out with a guttural moan, hand wrapping around his cock. He shudders hard, mouth falling open as he spends across her soft belly. He bends to kiss her again—messy kisses that don’t quite land because he’s shaking.
When they finally break apart, she arches back against the pillow, eyes heavy-lidded and shining. A soft, breathless smile touches her mouth, and the trust in it undoes me.
“Now you,” she whispers, voice husky and sweet, reaching up to cup my cheek with trembling fingers.
The next thing I know, Lula is pulling me between her still-trembling thighs, guiding me with gentle hands.
She’s warm and slick and open from Boone, and I sink into her with one smooth, steady thrust. A low groan escapes me at the perfect, inviting heat that surrounds me, at the way her body welcomes mine so completely.
I do not rush. Instead, I lean down and capture her lips in a slow, reverent kiss, tasting the lingering sweetness of her, the softness of her sighs.
When I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, I whisper against her lips, “Lula, look at me. Let me see you while I’m inside you. ”
Boone’s big hand slides down my back, over the curve of my ass, squeezing as I drive into her. “That’s it, partner,” he murmurs against my shoulder. “Fuck her nice and deep. She’s so pretty taking you. Bein’ so good for both of us.”
Lula’s breath comes fast, and her body clenches around me tight as Boone keeps whispering praise to both of us. “That’s it,” Boone growls low against her ear, one hand cupping her breast. “Come for us. Let Okee feel you come apart on his cock.”
Her body responds, her arousal drenching us both, nails digging into my shoulders. The slick sounds of me pounding her grow louder. I can feel her getting even hotter, tighter, her insides clenching around me.
Suddenly her back arches hard, and a sharp, helpless cry tears from her throat. Her whole body seizes, thighs clamping tight around my hips as her orgasm slams through her, pulsing in rhythmic swells that seem to go on and on.
I keep moving through it, slow and steady, kissing her through every wave, murmuring against her mouth, “That’s it…let it take you…you’re so beautiful when you come for us.”
When my climax begins to roar through me, I pull out with a raw groan. Boone reaches between us and his calloused palm wraps tight around the base of my cock, guiding every pulse of my seed onto her.
When the last spasm fades, Boone eases his grip and cradles me gently for a moment longer before letting go. He leans in and claims my mouth in a slow, possessive kiss.
The three of us collapse in a tangled, sweat-slicked heap of limbs. Lula nestles between us, thoroughly wrecked and utterly luminous. Her breasts still rise and fall with sharp little breaths, a dazed, feline smirk playing on her lips as she traces her fingertips over both our cheeks.
“You two…” she whispers, voice hoarse and husky. “Never in my life.” She pants softly, lashes fluttering, sweat beading along her brow. “God above, I didn’t know a body could feel this way. I’ve never been so completely undone.”
Boone huffs a quiet laugh against my throat, still a melted heap in the afterglow, then presses one more kiss to my mouth before he settles back down beside her.
For a long moment none of us speaks. The only sounds are the crackle of the dying fire and the soft rhythm of our breathing slowly settling.
I brush damp strands of hair from Lula’s forehead, letting my thumb trace the curve of her cheek. She turns into the touch like a flower seeking sun, her eyes shining with pleasure. I kiss her cheek.
Boone mutters, “Ain’t sure I got bones in my body.”
Lula laughs at that and the sound lights me up inside, like a gas lamp igniting.
There, in the pile of us, I cannot help but feel we’ve stumbled upon something. Something special I’d never thought possible. Something equally as dangerous.
The people in this territory, and all the settlements surrounding it, wouldn’t see us as merely unconventional.
To them we would be fornicators. Lula would be branded ruined, cast out, whispered about as the worst kind of fallen woman.
The three of us would be labeled sexual deviants, fit only for scorn, exile, or worse.
I’ve learned that much from Alfred Collins, even if it was never the lesson he meant to teach.
No amount of careful conformity can truly control what others decide to believe about you.
In their eyes, I will always be an ugly lie.
If I were made of weaker stuff, I might have started believing it myself.
If Boone hadn’t told me I was perfect exactly as God made me, I might still be twisting myself into knots trying to earn acceptance from people committed to misunderstanding me.
But lying here tonight, with Lula soft and glowing between us and Boone’s hand still threaded through mine over her belly, I feel the truth settle deep in my bones.
This, the three of us, tangled and spent, is a gift. A rare and precious thing most people will never be brave enough to feel.
I only hope Lula keeps seeing it that way when the world tries to tell her otherwise.