I released her nipple to take her lips, wanting to feel something different, wanting to taste those sounds she made.She didn’t keep from me, parting her lips and slipping her tongue into the heat of my mouth, teasing my own tongue, having me groan as it all overwhelmed me.The idea that she’d never done this revved me up all the more.
She moved with clumsy motions, a clear indicator that she hadn’t lied about that.Some women liked to pretend to be a virgin, playing up their innocence, thinking it tempted men.The way Yun’s teeth hit mine, the way she broke the kiss to gasp in air, it all said this was new to her, that she had no idea what she was doing, that instinct alone drove her forward.
Yun arched her back, her fingers grasping and digging into my arm so hard that her blunt little nails broke skin as she came and she whimpered out a broken, desperate little sound past my lips.
I’d seen her come before, back in the RV, but I hadn’t gotten to touch her back then.I’d felt more removed, just a witness to something instead of a participant.I broke the kiss to see the flush on her cheeks, the way she panted hard with every breath, the rapid rise and fall of her bare chest.
She was beautiful.No, more than that, more than any of the stupid fucking words I’d ever had before, that I could hold on to or utter.She was something greater than anything else, the thing I’d strived for but never could find before, the thing I searched for, that I craved but couldn’t identify.
Then she was gone, had moved so quickly that I bared my teeth in frustration.
Kenyon had flipped her, moving her light form until she was on all fours in front of him.For a moment, I feared he’d take it too far, that he’d do something we’d already said he wouldn’t.
The worry was ill-founded, however, as he slipped his cock between her thighs, then tapped her leg.“Keep them tight.”
Yun did as he said, squeezing her legs together to allow Kenyon to fuck the tight space between them, his large hands grasping her hips making her look somehow even smaller.
Carter leaned back, watching, as though the sight alone got him off.
Then again, maybe it did.Who knew what that twisted, secretive fucker thought?
Right then, something hot and soft moved up the underside of my cock, the familiar sensation enough to get me to release a gasping, shuddering breath.Shear’s black hair obscured my view, but I’d recognize his tongue anywhere, the way his lips played across the Jacob’s ladder piercings that adorned the length of my cock.
While this was usually done when I needed it, when my body and his mind were so out of sorts we couldn’t regulate any other way,this timefelt oddly different.Even if the touch was similar, neither of us felt as broken as usual.
Or, fuck, maybe I was being stupid and romantic with all the guiding.
I rested on my knees, spreading my thighs to give him access and room, letting my head fall back and surrendering to the feeling, the scents in the room, to it all.Sure, I’d fucked guides with the others before.It shouldn’t have felt new, but fuck…it did.
This felt so different, as though Yun had a compatibility with us that I had never experienced before.She moved with us, made me feel as though she connected us in a way we’d never been before.She served as a bridge to bind us together, to cross the inevitable distance between us.
Fuck, it was like she was the water around us, like we were islands and she gave us a way to reach the others.
I shook my head, hating the way I’d just gone fucking romantic and philosophical.
How fucking embarrassing.
At least until the bed shifted, and I forced my eyes open again to find not just Shear leaning down before me, but Yun as well.
So, this is what kills me in the end?
Chapter Forty-Six
Yun
Each time Kenyon thrust forward, his body slammed against mine, and his cock stroked along my clit.I arched my back to ensure he rubbed harder against that one perfect spot.That startled me more than anything else, how quickly I gave in to this, to them, to the feelings.I wanted to blame it on the alcohol, and sure, that probably played a part, but it was so much more than that.
And so much less.
It was the overwhelming instinct inside me.It was the sparks of pleasure in my body, the things I didn’t think I was capable of feeling.It confused me, changing what I’d always believed.I’d thought myself broken, thought that I’d been shattered so fully that I would never be able to feel this way, to want this, to enjoy this.I’d given up before ever trying, but here I was, entirely enthralled by the touch of each of them.Even the guiding added to it, made me lose myself deeper in this sensation.
In this moment there was no room for my past, for the horrors I’d lived through, none of that.
My gaze found a sight before me that stopped all that noise in my head, all the confusion.Shear crouched down on the bed, his lips moving up Ingram’s shaft, his pink tongue wrapping around each piercing to tease it.There was a comfort in the motions, suggesting it was far from the first time they’d done this.
It drew me in, creating a desire inside me that I didn’t recognize.Before I knew it, I arched forward, into the space beside Shear, and ran my tongue along the bottom of Ingram’s cock, following the same route Shear had taken.It put us side by side, my cheek brushing his, and when we both turned our heads slightly, I touched his tongue with my own.All the while, I lavished attention to Ingram’s cock, the scent of him drugging me as much as the alcohol, the strange feeling of being powerless and in control all at once.
I toyed with one of the barbells with my lips, the dichotomy between the cool metal and the heat of his skin fascinating.It again made me wonder just why the hell he would ever consider getting such a thing, but I saw no reason to waste time or energy actually asking.Did it really matter?Why he’d done it, how he felt about it, whether it had hurt when he’d had it done, none of that mattered.
