I don’t get to relax for long before he’s pulling out of me, tapping my leg, and bossing me around.
“Now it’s my best friend's turn, Angel. Ride that thick cock that you’ve gotten good and warmed up.”
I straddle Gideon reverse cowgirl style and sink down onto him. His cock pushes Silas’ cum back inside of me, which I’m sure has Silas preening. I roll my hips, riding him. He sets his hands on either side of my hips, just holding me as I move back and forth.
Silas stands on the bed, his dick still hard and covered in a mix of his cum and my juices.
“Clean me up, Angel. You made the mess.”
He holds his cock by his balls, and I open my mouth. He slides inside and wraps a hand in my hair, forcing me to take more and more of his dick. Gideon takes over, slamming up into me as I focus on cleaning every ounce of our mixed essence from Silas. I cry out as I feel my own orgasm fast approaching.
Gideon is hitting the perfect spot inside me, and knowing I’m licking the remnants of our fucking from Silas is filthy and doing things to me I didn’t know were possible. The fire in my belly burns hotter as I cry out and my pussy clamps down around Gideon. I scream my release, Silas smacking his dick against my lips and Gideon finding his own release amidst the chaos.
His dick twitches inside of me, and I can feel his seed coating me, filling me up. Just as I come down from my high and my heart begins to beat at its normal rhythm, Gideon pulls from my pussy, pushes my thighs apart and dives forward, sucking and licking my clit like a man possessed.
It takes less than two minutes for another orgasm to build and explode out of me. I can feel myself squirt and he hums, enjoying every moment of the dirty shit he’s doing to me.
He looks up from between my thighs, smirking. “I knew I’d get you to squirt. Who knew I just needed my best friend’s help?”
I nudge him with my foot. “Shush, you.”
Silas leans down and kisses me. “Throuple, full steam ahead.”
I cackle, and Gideon calls him out. “Hey, that's my line.”
“I stole it.”
“Please don’t ever say that again.” I shake my head as I move off the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up.
“We’ll start breakfast, Angel,” Silas calls as I shut the door on them and look at myself in the mirror.
“What the hell did I just do?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
GIDEON
I rollout of bed and head to the kitchen. My legs feel a little shaky too, which is ridiculous and also accurate. I run the water, dampen a cloth, and curse under my breath at the scratchy, useless excuse for towels Penelope has in her drawer.
When I come back, Silas is stretched out on one side of the bed, propped on his elbow. He looks calm, but I know him well enough to see the contentment sitting underneath it. He’s smug and trying not to show it.
I throw the cloth at him, and he cleans up what our girl didn’t already handle before tossing the rag in the hamper. He climbs out of bed, grabs his clothes from the chair and shrugs them on, buttons left half-done, and pads out toward the kitchen.
“I’ll start coffee,” he says over his shoulder.
When I join him in the kitchen after getting dressed, Silas is at her counter like he has done this a hundred times. He moves easily, filling the machine, grabbing mugs from the right cabinet, measuring grounds the way he likes them.
Penelope enters the kitchen soon after, her hair damp and hanging all sexy-like, wearing a purple sweatsuit.
She narrows her eyes at both of us. “Stop looking smug.”
“We’re not,” I lie.
“You are absolutely smug,” she says.
I lean over and steal a quick kiss from her, unable to resist. “A little.”
She huffs, but there is a ghost of a smile.
