“I’m not going to be able to think about certain foods without getting an erection,” he breathes so only I can hear.
I don’t think I will either.
“Will you spend the night with us?” Storm asks, his fingers playing with the end of her braid. “I have clothes for you. They’ve already been delivered.”
“I’m too comfortable to say no,” she says. “You didn’t have to get me clothes.”
“You work tonight,” he says. “There’s no way you’re going to work wearing the same clothes. I refuse to let people say shit behind your back.”
“Well, that’s even sweeter,” she murmurs, her brilliant eyes opening wider. They’ve been at half mast during this conversation. “I think we’re all too busy to gossip at the ER. Dr. Royal is off for the weekend, and we have a new doctor I’m not a fan of. I think his bedside manner could use some work. Although, I think I only got this job because they needed bodies.”
“It’s very clear to me that you care,” I say, nudging her to drink more. Her nose wrinkles in an adorable way before she drinks some more of her smoothie.
Storm’s eyes widen as she moves her cold lips to his throat, pressing a kiss against his skin. This is adorable omega behavior. She’s leaning into her instincts, and I purr under my breath as he moves in to kiss her. His hand ghosts up the material of her shirt, and the blanket drops as he squeezes her breast.
“You’re so much fun when you first wake up,” he whispers against her lips before deepening the kiss. His arm helps shift her body until she’s straddling his lap, and she simply smiles as she pulls off her shirt.
Holy shit. I don’t know what’s going on in her mind, but I am absolutely down. Since I have to leave for work with Wilder, I want to spend as much time as possible worshipping her. Storm doesn’t know this yet, but I’m going to ask him to stay in Minneapolis.
Even though she’ll have a car after today, I don’t want her alone. There’s this deeply possessive part of me that needs to protect her.
“Good, because now I’m very awake, and so is my libido,” she murmurs.
That makes me wonder what the fuck he changed her pills with and Wilder chuckles under his breath.
“I’ll tell you later,” he whispers. “I need her to sit on my face.”
I watch as Wilder gets up and begins to move the pieces of the modular couch together until it looks more like a fluffy bed. I kick off my boots, and watch as he removes Storm and Marie’s shoes. Neither realizes it as he finishes pushing the pieces together, and Storm’s legs are now supported by the fluffy ottomans.
This is one of the best things we’ve ever bought. It’s like a giant sex bed on the roof. When the most expensive thing you own is your bike, it’s surreal to have a large amount of adult money to spend.
Marie loses her bra as Storm sucks on her tits, and Wilder helps her pull off her jeans and panties.
“What…oh,” she gasps, her eyes moving down to Wilder’s face. “I’m going to crush you.”
He pulls her firmly over his mouth and growls as he eats her out, which is his way of telling her to fuck off.
“At least he’ll die happy,” I shrug, enjoying the sounds she makes as she clings to Storm’s shoulders.
“Fuck, Wilder,” she whines, forgetting to worry about his air supply as she grinds down on his face. “Right…oh yes!”
“Did we bring the lube upstairs?” I ask, watching as she screams. Wilder continues to lap up her slick, determined to make her come again.
“I put a bottle of it on the ground, next to the couch on your side,” Storm says, kissing down Marie’s throat.
“Mmm. You wanted to feed and fuck me,” she gasps knowingly. “Wilder…fuck, don’t stop!”
I know firsthand that his tongue game is strong, and that he wields it like a goddamned weapon.
“I don’t hear any complaints,” I murmur, hoping no one will be able to hear her come.
That could be awkward the next time I run into the neighborhood kids. Leaning down, I find both condoms and lube. I suppose that condoms will be helpful to change positions, depending on who I’m fucking. Dropping some on the bed, I get undressed and crawl toward Marie.
Storm groans as he watches me. I don’t often crawl for anyone, so this is special. Marie doesn’t know that yet, and that’s okay. Her tongue flicks nervously over her lips, moistening them as I get closer.
“I’m going to have to gag you, Princess,” I murmur, getting on my knees to stroke my cock. “I can’t have anyone else hearing how pretty you sound when you come.”
There’s a passing spark of fear in her eyes before she opens her swollen lips for me. Storm likes to suck and bite when he kisses, and I can see that he’s no different with Marie.
