Lou looks like she wants to hide and smile at once. We exhale. We look at each other. We have a song. We have a plan. And Quincy is excited.
Salem rests his chin on her shoulder. “You did this, angel.”
Her cheeks flush. “Don’t call me that when my clothes are on.”
“Easy fix.” He unzips the back of her dress. “Unless you’re not?—”
“I am. I did the scariest thing I have ever done in my life tonight, and I need a mental break.”
I blink. “I’m sorry if I scared you with the paparazzo?—”
“No, no, not you.” She smiles and clutches my forearm as she looks up at me. “I mean the singing.”
“Oh. That’s not scary. Singing is like breathing.”
“For you, maybe.”
Salem grumbles, “Everything is like breathing for Houston.” Then he opens the back of her dress, kissing her bare shoulder. “He’s good at everything.”
She takes a swift breath, eyes closed, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Show me.”
I take her pretty face in both hands and kiss those perfect lips. Can’t tell what Salem is doing to her right now, but she moans in my mouth, and that’s the start of my dessert. “Excuse us, gents.”I pick Lou up, her legs around my waist, and cart her to my room.
At my height, it’s hard to find beds that work for me without pulling my legs up. Thankfully, Quincy worked an oversized king bed for me into our rider for the residency. When she sees it, she whistles. “How have I never been in here before?”
I shrug. “Been a busy few weeks.” I lay her onto the mattress, and my god, she looks good there. Looks right. Like she belongs. I hate that Knox moved her out, but I get it. Tonight, though, this is where I need her.
She kicks off her heels, now naked on my bed. Knox and Salem have stripped down to boxers, and I follow suit, watching them crowd her. Their hands glide over that soft skin, golden in the light. But her eyes are on me now, her knees bent. She watches every bit of skin I reveal until I’m as naked as she is.
I take her ankle in one hand, gently pressing kisses to the tender skin inside of it. Moving up her calf, her knee, one soft kiss after another. I want to show Lou that she is precious to me, and I’m going to take my time. When I reach the inside of her thigh, her body tenses. I have her spread wide to make room for me, and ahead is the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. Wet and shining.
Salem and Knox have taken her tits, her face, her stomach for their own. Each of them is going slow tonight. Not sure why, but it feels right.
All the while, she steals glances down at me. Like she can’t stop watching me. Maybe she wants to know when I’ll touch her there, or maybe it’s something else.
When I finally do, it’s with reverence. I spread her open with one hand and tour her body with my tongue, savoring that nectar,before I settle onto her clit. Sucking, nibbling, twirling. I listen for the notes that tell me I’m doing what she wants. The pitch of her moans, the gravity of her sighs.
It helps that her thighs have closed in on my head, and she squeezes when I hit a good spot.
She fists my hair and holds me to her. “Fuck, there! Right there!”
I stay right there, working her clit over with my whole mouth as her climax builds. I massage her pussy below my chin and work a finger into her. When I add a second one, she gushes down my chin, her sounds on the verge of hysteria as she rocks against me. I drink every drop. I earned that.
There is no pride in me like the rush I get from making her come. My chest and my cock swell in equal measure. But before I can do a victory lap, she pulls on my hair to drag me up her body.
“Need you,” she groans in desperation, still pulling me up.
“You have me.” I thrust into her tight pussy, quivering from that orgasm. The connection zaps my brain. How did I manage to do anything but this tonight? Or ever?
Our bodies collide in waves, one after another. I’d make room for the others, but pulling away now would be a crime. Instead, I double-down, hooking my arms beneath her shoulders to pull her tighter to me. In this space, there is only us.
She comes again, body arching to me. Her head tips backward, and there’s Knox. He takes her mouth upside down, and she groans for more. Watching him fill her throat at this angle is one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. Knowing she loves it makes it even better.
She needs more. We know how to give it.
“Back up a second,” I tell him. He does. I stroke her face. “We’re going to do this a little differently, precious. You ready?”
Her dark eyes are glazed over. “Okay.”
