25. Knox #2
Fury loses composure so fast it makes me wild.
Her cunt clamps down, fluttering around my cock as she tries to keep her eyes locked on the show at the foot of the bed, but can’t stop looking between me and them.
Each time Eli makes a noise—each time he gets rougher or softer with Micah—she grinds harder back onto me.
Milo’s hand stills on his own shaft, eyes locked on the pair with unmistakable heat flushing his face. He turns that stare on Holden, who reads it in a heartbeat.
“Want to join them?” Holden asks, tone casual but loaded.
Milo shakes his head once, sharp. “I’m not— It’s just hot. That’s all.”
“Yeah. It is.” Holden chuckles low and shifts forward, claiming Fury’s mouth in a slow, possessive kiss while his fingers find her clit and rub tight circles. “You gonna come again while you watch him suck cock, wildcat?”
She nods frantically against his mouth.
I tighten my grip on her hips. “Then come. Let them see.”
She does—loud and shaking, pulsing around me so tight I follow right after, growling against her neck as I fill her.
She’s still catching her breath when she slides off me with purpose.
“Holden, on your back. Milo behind me.” She glances over her shoulder at me, eyes sparkling. “If that’s all right with you, Captain.”
I huff a laugh, already moving aside. “You heard her.”
Holden stretches out. Fury climbs over him and sinks down onto his cock with a low moan. Milo moves in behind her, slicking himself with lube before placing one hand on her ass as he lines up.
“Been thinking about this ass all night, kitten,” he mutters, pushing in slow. “Fuck—there we go. Taking us both so fucking well.”
She moans, rocking between them, eyes locked on Eli still on his knees for Micah.
“Does it feel good?” she pants. “Having his mouth on you?”
Micah’s voice is strained. “So fucking good. He’s—shit—he’s eager.”
Eli groans around him.
The noises Eli makes wouldn’t normally get me off, but Fury’s watching, so there’s a feedback loop: the more he groans, the harder she fucks against both cocks, the more Holden’s hands clamp her hips to keep up.
I fist my cock and watch.
“Holy fuck, Eli. Missed having your mouth on me.” Micah’s fingers tighten in Eli’s hair, his breath hitching. “So fucking good.” Then he’s coming with a low groan, pulsing into Eli’s mouth.
“Holy shit.” Milo’s rhythm falters, his curse muffled against Fury’s shoulder as he follows right after, filling her ass in hot pulses that drag a moan from her throat.
My hand moves faster.
Milo flops back on the bed, watching the room with a dazed look.
Fury doesn’t stop moving. She keeps riding Holden through it, eyes on Eli.
“Touch yourself,” she tells him, voice wrecked. “Now. I want to watch.”
He doesn’t hesitate. Hands shaking, he frees his cock and wraps his fist around it, stroking in time with her movements. I watch from the side, hand working my shaft at the sight.
He looks wrecked.
Beautifully, brutally wrecked.
His gaze stays fixed on Fury like she’s the only thing keeping air in his lungs, fist working slow, then faster when Holden drives up into her and she throws her head back.
“Good,” she says, breathless, looking right at Eli. “That’s it. Don’t look away.”
He doesn’t.
Fury braces her palms on Holden’s chest and rides him harder, hair falling down her back, skin flushed gold in the lamplight.
Holden’s hands spread over her hips, and I watch her take what she needs, her body moving with that fierce grace that always hooks something deep in my chest. My hand works my cock in time with her rhythm, the sight of her stretched around Holden while she stares Eli down pulling me under.
She’s the center of everything in this room, and I made it that way.
Eli’s fist pumps faster now, his broken sounds mixing with the wet slap of skin and the low growl building in Holden’s throat as he thrusts up harder.
Fury’s head tips back, and I know she’s close again by the way her thighs shake. I lean in close enough for her to feel my breath on her shoulder.
“Come for us,” I tell her. “One more time.”
She shatters with a cry that drags me right after, my release hitting hot across my fist while Holden thrusts up and unloads inside her. Eli comes on the floor, alone.
Fury collapses onto Holden’s chest with a broken laugh. “Oh my God.”
“Holy fuck, wildcat.”
She buries her face in his neck and sobs out a laugh. “I think I need CPR.”
“I’ve got you,” Holden murmurs, cradling the back of her head. He strokes her hair, more careful with her than anyone I’ve ever seen. She curls into him, legs shaking as he holds her steady. “You did so good. So fucking good.”
“You were perfect, kitten,” Milo says, reaching out to stroke her back gently.
“Made for us,” I say, my hand landing on her thigh.
“Love you, baby girl,” Micah says, dropping a kiss on the side of her head.
She smiles, her head lolling to the side, hair a dark cascade across Holden’s ribcage as she looks at Eli, who’s collapsed back into his chair. Spent.
“Come here,” she says. “You can sit on the floor. Just—closer.”
He nods once, then lowers to the floor beside the bed, his back against the mattress.
Close enough to reach. Far enough to honor what he hasn’t earned yet.
Her hand drops off the edge of the bed. Fingers loose in the dark, hanging in the space between them.
Eli looks at her hand for a long time.
Then he hooks his pinky into hers and rests his head against the mattress.
And he stays.