I lifted a hand to her chin, angling her head up. “I’m not all bark and no bite. After our little session on the couch at Lola’s house, you should already know I’ve got plenty of bite to back it up. In fact, what are we waiting for?” I stood. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
Before Laina could say anything, I scooped her up in my arms. She was small; she weighed hardly anything. Picking her up was easy, and carrying her through the house, up the stairs to my bedroom, was effortless.
Fang followed, still wearing that smirk.
I dropped Laina on the bed, and she giggled as she bounced on the sheets—of which I was glad I’d made. Fang slipped off his shoes the same moment I tore off hers and tossed them aside.
She propped herself up on her elbows. “Looks like somebody’s impatient.”
Impatient? Please. I’d call waiting for this being more than patient. If I was as impatient as she said, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back that night on the couch—and she’d been morethan willing to go all the way, too. I could’ve had her every which way. If there was one thing I was, it was fucking patient.
And now? Now wasn’t the time for patience.
I leaned over her and took her neck in my hand, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and those eyelids of hers to flutter. “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use, hmm?” I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, causing it to quiver, before I released her neck and took a step back.
Laina was more than up for the challenge. She licked her lips and worked on taking off her shirt, exposing her light pink bra to us. She reached behind her and unhooked it, letting the cupped fabric fall away from her chest. Soon enough that bra was tossed to the floor, immediately forgotten about. Her tits rose and fell with even, steady breaths, her nipples hardening into points.
She got to her feet and shimmied off her bottoms and her panties in one fell swoop—and just like that she was standing before Fang and me, utterly naked. Utterly fucking naked and one hundred and ten percent gorgeous.
The look she gave me was one of slyness, and when she made her first move, I realized why she’d given me such a look. She walked around me and went straight for Fang, drawing her hand down his chest, over his stomach, until she reached the waistline of his pants, which she then started to undo… all while giving me the side-eye.
Did she think she was going to make me jealous? Please. This was exactly why I’d had her bring him up. If we were going to share her, might as well share everything about her, right?
When she tugged down his pants and what lied beneath, she dropped to her knees. By then, his cock was hard and raring to go, much like mine was in my own pants, but I was able to ignore it and simply watch the show she was putting on for me. A girl who had multiple boyfriends had to be used to taking cock every which way.
Laina didn’t hesitate to take him into her mouth, and the moment that hard cock disappeared into her, Fang moaned. On her knees for him, she bobbed her head along like the greedy girl she was, sucking him like a piece of candy, her most favorite candy in the whole world. She was eager, she was full-steam ahead.
She was fucking hot.
She bobbed along him for a minute or so, then pulled her mouth off him, turning toward me. Still on her knees, she scooted toward me, giving me a coy look that had no place at a time like this. As Fang stepped out of his lowered pants, she worked on yanking mine down and exposing me.
My cock sprang free, its tip already oozing precum. I remembered the way she went at me that night, knew how good she was with that mouth and that tongue. I couldn’t remember anyone ever feeling that good.
Her tongue slithered out from between her lips, and she licked at the tip, picking up the precum with a hum from her chest. The sensation of her warm tongue on my tip sent pleasure zapping through me, and thankfully she didn’t make me wait too long before she opened up her mouth and took me in entirely.
I watched her bob her head along, flexing and unflexing my hands at my sides. Already, she was killing me. It took everything in my power not to grab the back of her head and fuck that precious mouth like it was her pussy.
And then, when I was really getting into it, Laina pulled her mouth off me, gave me a cunning smile, and returned to Fang’s cock. Her plan was torture, then. Sheer, utter torture. Sad thing was, I was here for it. I was here for it all, and you’d never catch me complaining.
Eventually Fang and I inched closer together, so she could have one of us in her mouth and the other in her hand. She hadto take off her metal fingers, though—Fang helped her with that and carefully placed them on the nightstand near the bed.
Laina was ravenous, greedy, wanting us both at once. Hell, I think if she could have, she would have gladly taken us both in her mouth at the same time, however something like that was simply impossible.
Fang was the first to find his release inside her mouth, and she took his cum hungrily, swallowing him down without flinching. She must’ve had a lot of practice under her belt, not like I was going to complain. I was next. My cum would soon fill that belly, too.
When she returned to my cock, giving me her full-blown attention, I set a hand on the back of her head and muttered, “Now you’re going to swallow me down, just like you swallowed Fang.” My fingers dug into her hair, and she let out a hum as she got to work.
It didn’t take long. Watching her, having her go between us, either having her mouth on me or her hand; I lasted as long as I possibly could have. The pleasure swept through me, unrestrained, and a loud moan escaped me as I pumped my cock deep into her throat. Shot after shot of cum spewed from my tip, and she took every drop.
The orgasm made me hot as hell, so by the time she pulled her mouth off my cock, I was in the process of taking off my shirt—and revealing the rest of my tattoos to her.
I had some on my legs, mostly on my calves and feet, but my chest and my back were covered, just as my arms were. The blackout tattoo connected on my left pectoral muscle, covering half my chest. Other designs lined my abdomen and my other pec, wrapping around to my back. As Laina got to her feet, her eyes studied me, dancing across my skin and taking me all in.
Fang said what she must have been thinking: “That’s a lot of tattoos.” All she could do was nod. In the end, he slipped off his shirt as well, and just like that, the three of us were naked.
She slipped her hand into Fang’s and pulled him toward the bed. “Come on, let’s show him how it’s done.” She threw a wink my way before she and Fang crawled onto the bed together—my bed, lest she forgot. He was only here because I was letting him be here; I could’ve just as easily had her alone.
Still, I had the feeling she liked being shared, and it didn’t take a psychic to assume she didn’t get much of it from the others.
