“Ready, baby?” he asks, and I nod. I try to bring up my heels to encourage him, but Oliver slides in behind Holden and holds my thighs, his hands running up and down my legs. Just as Holden slams himself home, Oliver gently nibbles on my calf.
“Holy fuck!” I shout in surprise, and I feel Holden’s piercing slide along that pleasure spot deep inside creating all sorts of sensations. Still giving my leg some affection, Oli’s teasing nibbles harden into more of a stinging bite, giving me an edge of pain that I hadn’t expected to like so much. My core throbs, and I throw my head back as I ride the feelings out.
He slowly slides in and out a couple of times, building up the beautiful friction, but just when I start to pant, he holds himself still.
“Are you watching?” Oliver growls, and I lock my eyes on both of them. Oli must have been stretching Holden while he was moving inside me. Holden’s mouth drops open, and his eyes glaze over as Oliver pushes his way into his tight channel.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take my fat dick into your ass.”Whoa, Oliver has some dirty talk game. “Oh god, Holden, you’re so tight. Fuck, I’ve missed your tight ass.” He rains kisses down Holden’s spine while they both breathe in and out.
“Holy fuck, you have no idea what this feels like. Harlow's cunt is so tight, and with you in my ass, and that piercing… God, I’m about to explode.” Holden whimpers like he’s trying hard not to come too soon, and there’s this irresistible edge of desperation to the sound that does ridiculous things for the pleasure taking me over.
All that dirty talk has me right on the edge of an orgasm. I can feel my pussy fluttering around Holden’s thick length.
“Move, please, just move,” I beg, and Oli draws out of Holden, which draws him out of me before slamming back in, forcing Holden to echo the movement. That’s how it continues for a few more strokes, with Holden and Oliver being incredibly vocal about everything.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you. Never again am I letting you go,” Oliver growls at Holden, biting him on the shoulder as if that’s how he’ll seal the truth of his promise. Holden shouts before bending closer to take one of my nipples back into his mouth.
“You try anything like that again, andIwill paddle your hot ass until it’s a pretty red color. Once the tears are streaming down your face, I will fuck it until you can’t walk,” he threatens, and Holden’s whole body shivers with excitement. I had thought the submissive thing had been all an act for me, but maybe he really does enjoy being it.
A few more thrusts is all it takes, and my nerve endings overload from both the sensations and the sight of the two of them moving together. My orgasm detonates, a wave of pleasure flooding my body, and I cry out, clamping my thighs around Holden to hold him in place. I must set off a chain reaction because he’s coming as well, and after a couple more rough thrusts, Oliver buries himself deep into Holden's ass, shouting incoherently.
The smell of sex permeates the room, and the sound of our breathing is louder than whatever is playing on the screen in front of us. Holden is a dead weight on me, and it looks like Oliver may have collapsed on top of him too. Though that doesn’t stop him from peppering kisses across Holden’s shoulder blades, praising and caressing him. Holden shudders on top of me as I run my own hands up and down his sides, and when Oliver’s eyes meet mine over his shoulder, they’re filled with such soul-wrenching relief I feel tears welling up in mine.
Thank you,he mouths, and I sit up, as much as I can anyway, and press my mouth to his before pulling away.
“As sexy as that all was and as cute as I think you are, can you please get the fuck off of us?” I grumble toward the end, not sure I can still feel my pelvis. Actually, that’s not true because my pussy is still joyously fluttering around Holden’s cock. He groans as Oliver pulls out and disappears somewhere. It’s my turn to run my hands up and down his spine, getting a good grope of his ass before I’m tapping him out too.
Oliver returns as Holden extracts himself, handing around a bunch of damp napkins for us to clean up with. Once we have taken care of that, he tosses them in the trash before turning the extraction fan on. The two of us tug on clothes, almost stumbling from the mix of endorphins and our recent workout, before Oli comes back.
“I’ve got it to suck for the next twenty minutes, then it will switch over to blow,” he says as he rejoins us.
Holden and I giggle a little deliriously, and he rolls his eyes at the two of us before pulling his own clothes back on and climbing onto the couch. I’m snuggled between the two of them, and I’m feeling good, comfortable, and relaxed. So much so that I feel my eyes become heavier until I know no more.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jaxon
My heart rate speeds up to a million miles an hour as Declan walks with me to Dad’s office. Meeting up with the lawyers makes everything we found out last night all too real. Jacinta and I are the only heirs to Count Bucataru’s estate, or the only ones that they can find. Knowing that I possibly have a father out there, one who could may even want us, if Dad was telling the truth anyway, is a hard fact to swallow. For so long, both Jacinta and I have lived with the shadow of our mother’s rejection. Jacinta more so than me.
Last night, Holden and Oliver put us both to sleep in my bed, much like when we were younger and had had a nightmare. Usually, it was Jacinta crawling into my bed, but I would never turn her away. So when I woke up in the middle of the night, my mouth feeling like the Sahara, I got myself a drink, and when I got back to bed, I found my sister wide awake, a haunted look in her eyes that are identical to mine.
“I don't want it, Jax. I want nothing to do with anything that’s been tainted byher.” She shudders, lost in her memories of our mother. Grabbing her hand, I squeeze it, a little trick that usually helps bring her back to the present.
“It has nothing to do with our mom, Jazzy. This is from our father’s side.” Despite the attempt at reassurance, she shudders again. My heart just about cracks with each shiver of her body. I hate seeing my sister like this. I would go through this turmoil for both of us if I could. Since I was a child, I’d been ready to sacrifice anything necessary to give my sister even just a few moments of peace.
“No, from the way Dad tells it, the count was as crooked as Mother. If she was his whore, who's to say that he’s not our father instead of his son? Or any other man he might have directed her to sleep with,” she spits out, and I can’t argue her point. Mother certainly wasn't turning men away; there was a forever revolving door in our house.
“We will do the DNA tests, or whatever it is they want from us, and we’ll go from there. If you really want nothing to do with it, I’m sure we can come up with some kind of arrangement. We can even sell the damn estate. I don't want you to be unhappy.”
Murmured voices tell me we have arrived at Dad’s office, and Declan gives me a squeeze on the shoulder before nudging me into the room. The office has been rearranged, with additional chairs that I recognize from the formal dining room, so that everyone can have a seat. Apart from Dad, Jacinta, Emma, and Dad’s lawyer Forrest, there are three other people—two older gentlemen who are probably Poppy’s age and a woman who is probably around Dad’s age.
Emma makes the introductions as I take a seat next to my sister, promptly surrendering my hand for her to squeeze the life out of it.
“Jaxon, Jacinta, these are the lawyers for the Count Bucataru trust. This is Daniel and Winston Hammel and Patricia Caine. This is Jaxon and Jacinta Summers, who we’re pretty confident are the biological children of Dragos Bucataru, therefore the sole known beneficiaries to the count’s estate.”
When I stand up to shake hands with them, Daniel and Winston are looking at me like they've seen a ghost, but they quickly recover, each giving me a firm shake. Jacinta barely reacts, simply nodding in their direction instead. When I move on to Patricia, both her skepticism and limp handshake are easy to note. She doesn't even make an effort to acknowledge Jacinta, which practically screams her lack of enthusiasm about this whole situation. Is she assuming that we’re lying? Or is she unexcited about the idea of the estate being out of the trust’s control?
“Well now,allegedbiological children. There will need to be extensive tests run to confirm this.” Patricia has a slight accent, one I don't recognize. Kind of like a Bond villainess from some sort of Eastern Block country.
