He followed me over the edge with a low, guttural groan that he muffled against my neck, his body shuddering against mine as he found his own release.
For a long moment, we just lay there, tangled together, our hearts pounding a frantic rhythm against our ribs. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat and satisfaction. He was still inside me, a heavy, comforting weight that I didn’t want to let go of.
Finally, he lifted his head, his lips finding mine for a soft, gentle kiss. A kiss that was full of everything we couldn’t say out loud.
“Go back to sleep, Grace,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of a tenderness he rarely showed the others. “I’ve got you.”
As he shifted to pull out, I tightened my arms around him, holding him close. I wasn’t ready to let him go yet. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready to let any of them go again. He seemed to understand, settling back against me with a soft sigh, his body relaxing into mine.
Sleep, when it came again, was a deep and dreamless thing. I was anchored to Bones, his body a solid, warm wall behind me, his arm a heavy weight across my waist, holding me close. The world had shrunk to the space between us, a pocket of safety in the dark. I drifted, secure and sated, the lingering ache between my thighs a pleasant reminder of our secret, silent encounter.
The next time I surfaced, it was different. A gentle but persistent pressure was pulling me away from my warmth. I was being untangled from Bones’ embrace, his arm carefully lifted from my hip. A soft groan of protest rumbled in my chest, but a hand was there, stroking my hair back from my face.
“Shhh,” a familiar voice whispered, a low, amused tenor that was distinctly not Bones. “Come here, Gracie. My turn.”
Legend.
My eyes fluttered open, and I could just make out his silhouette in the gloom. He was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, his expression unreadable in the low light. He eased me from the mattress, his hands strong and sure on my waist, guiding me down until my knees met the plush carpet. Bones didn’t even stir, a testament to his utter exhaustion. On my other side, AB was a still, silent mountain, and Voodoo’s soft snores continued unabated from the far side of the bed.
I blinked up at Legend, my mind still fuzzy with sleep. “Legend?”
He didn’t answer with words. He answered with his body. He was already kneeling, his legs spread slightly, and in the dim light, I could see him. His cock was thick, straining, the head flushed and dark and so ready it made my breath catch. He reached for me, his hands gripping my hips, and pulled me forward, onto his lap.
“Ride me,” he commanded, his voice a raw, urgent whisper.
I didn’t hesitate. I rose up on my knees, positioned myself over him, and sank down. The thickness of him spearing me stole the air from my lungs. It was a sudden, intense stretch, a deep, full pressure that would have been almost too much, too fast. But it wasn’t. I was slick and open from Bones, from his cum still coating my insides, and Legend slid into me with an ease that was as shocking as it was intoxicating.
A sharp, breathy gasp escaped me, and his mouth was on my chest instantly, sucking and nipping at my breasts, his tongue swirling around my sensitive nipples. The dual sensations of him filling me so completely and his mouth on my skin sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core. My hands found hisshoulders, my fingers digging into the hard muscle as I tried to ground myself.
He lifted his head, his eyes locking with mine in the near-darkness. Then he kissed me, a deep, possessive kiss that tasted of hunger and a dark, playful promise. He broke away, his lips hovering just over mine.
“Ride me,” he repeated, his voice a low growl. “Ride me until you come.”
A breathless, incredulous laugh escaped me. The sheer audacity of it, of him orchestrating this in the middle of the room while the others slept, was heady. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. “Do we have to be quiet?” I whispered, the words a challenge, a tease.
He grinned, a flash of white teeth in the gloom, and his hands tightened on my hips, urging me to move. “Sure,” he murmured, his voice laced with wicked amusement. “But if they want to wake up and watch… I’m fine with that too.”
The playful words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, a thrill so potent it made my head spin. The idea of being watched, of them waking up to see me like this, with Legend buried deep inside me, was an intoxicating secret. I began to move, a slow, rolling rhythm that had me lifting up and sliding back down his thick length. Each downward stroke was a delicious, deep friction that made my toes curl.
He let me set the pace, his hands guiding me, his thumbs stroking the skin just above my hips. He watched me, his gaze hot and heavy, drinking in every shift of my expression, every soft sigh that I couldn’t quite suppress. The room was silent except for the soft slap of our skin and the quiet sounds of our breathing. I was lost in it, lost in the feel of him, the dark promise in his eyes, the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of it all.
I could feel the tension building again, that familiar coil tightening low in my belly. I moved faster, chasing it, my bodytaking over, my hips grinding against his. Legend’s hands slid up my back, pulling me down until my chest was flush against his, his mouth finding my nipple again, sucking hard.
That was all it took. The sharp, delicious pull of his mouth sent me over the edge. I came with a muffled cry against his shoulder, my body shattering, my inner muscles clamping down around him like a vise. He groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction as he followed me, his hips jerking up into me once, twice, before he stilled, his own release flooding me.
We stayed like that for a long moment, locked together, our bodies trembling in the aftermath. I was boneless, utterly spent, my head resting on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. He held me, his arms wrapped around me, his face buried in my hair.
Finally, he lifted his head, his lips finding mine for a soft, lingering kiss. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
A small, tired smile touched my lips. He eased me off his lap, his touch gentle, and helped me to my feet. My legs felt like jelly, and I swayed slightly. He chuckled softly, steadying me with a hand on my waist.
“Back to bed with you,” he whispered.
“I need to clean up,” I mumbled and he used two fingers to push the cum sliding out of me back up.
“No, I like you like this. All filthy and filled from us.”
I really didn’t have it in me to argue as he lifted me easily and settled me into the warm spot between AB and Bones again, but this time, I was facing Legend. He stretched over me a moment longer, just watching me, a look of raw, possessive tenderness on his face. Then he leaned in, pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, and whispered, “Go to sleep, Gracie.”
