“Oh, I’m very aware, thank you. Both are more than I could have asked for,” I whisper back, arching into him.
He turns his head, his lips grazing mine teasingly. “Just wait until you see what else I can do to inspire your creativity,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
He pulls my sweater over my head, leaving me only in my bra and jeans. A low growl rumbles in his chest when he leans in and kisses up my cleavage. I grab the seam of his sweater and pull it over his head too, the dim red light illuminating his chiseled chest.
Fuck, this man is so damn hot.
He reaches behind me to open the clasp of my bra and pulls it off me while he kisses a line from my earlobe to my shoulder.
“North,” I gasp, grabbing his upper arms to steady me, his muscles hard under his soft skin.
He grabs my hips, setting me back on my feet, his hands finding the waistband of my jeans. “They need to go,” he commands in a whisper, pulling them down, leaving me in only my panties.
“Maybe we could talk some more about how you inspire my creativity first,” I tease.
“You want to talk? That’s cute. Get on your knees for me, baby. We can use your sassy mouth for better things.”
You don’t have to tell me twice.
I’m so eager to have his cock in my hand that my fingers fumble with the zipper of his jeans while his hand gently brushes back my hair. “Look at you, precious thing… so eager.”
His cock is already hard and glistening when I free it from his jeans and boxers. I slide my fingers around his length, elicitinga hiss from North. My movements start softly, testing as I stroke him, but he’s not having it.
“Be rough with me, baby,” North commands, his grip on my hair getting tighter. I grip him harder and, at the same time, lick up his cock from the base to the tip. “Fuuuuuck,” North groans, his head falling back.
Taking him in my mouth, I bob my head up and down before rolling my tongue around the head. North looks back down at me, and I keep eye contact while I blow him. “God, look at you, so fucking pretty on your knees for me, sucking me so good. Such a good girl.” I hollow my cheeks and suck at him, making him groan. “Perfect, fucking perfect. Does it make you wet, sucking me off, baby? What would I find right now if I’d let my fingers glide into your panties? Are you dripping for me?”
Oh, I so am.
I whimper around him, pressing my thighs together to keep from ruining my panties. I can’t answer him, so I moan, trying to take him deeper. He starts to thrust into my mouth, his hands drifting to my chin and tilting it upward while continuing to fuck my face. His touch is a contradiction of firm yet sensual, much like the man himself.
“While I love fucking your mouth, I need to fuck your cunt when I come.” My lips slide along his length until he pops out of my mouth, then he steps out of his jeans and boxers. “Come on.” North crouches and puts my arms around his neck, only to hold me to him and stand, my legs coming around his waist. We both release a hiss at the contact when my panty-covered pussy presses against his bare length.
He leaves the room with me, switching off the red light before closing the door.
“Why not in there?” I ask, confused. He could take me here in the hallway on the floor if he wanted to.
I don’t mind where he fucks me as long as he finally does it.
“I put everything I could think about in there but forgot about condoms,” he grumbles, making me laugh.
Luckily, his room is next to my darkroom, and he sets me down on the edge of the bed as soon as we enter. North opens his nightstand drawer, but instead of a condom, he reaches out a folder to me, dampening my desire a notch.
“What is this?” I ask, frowning when I open it. Inside are medical documents, deepening my confusion.
“Test results from all three of us. We’re all clean,” North explains, stepping up in front of me and grabbing my chin, making me look up at him. “So, tell me, Blue, what would it take for me to fuck that cunt of yours raw?” His words make me gulp, and my pussy clenches around nothing.Fuck.“I’m willing to pay for every option you would like to go with. I’m even good to have a vasectomy, but maybe we need to discuss if you want to have kids first before we go down that road. Although I’m fine giving Hunter or Nash the honor as I have Lio. But if you want one from all of us?—”
“Stop,” I say, silencing his ramble. “I don’t want kids. I don’t want this gift to be a burden for anyone else. And I’m not the motherly type.”
“I have to disagree there. You’re amazing with Lio, even though you’re not trying to be motherly, but I understand. I’m more than fine with not having any more kids. Nash never wanted his own, and I think Hunter is through after caring for Lio. But I would suggest you talk to them about it.”
“Sure,” I agree. I was afraid of broaching the subject of my not wanting kids. I thought that would be a deal-breaker, and at least one of them would look for another woman to start a family with. North’s words somewhat reassure me there.
“Great, looks like I’m going to make an appointment then,” North tells me while taking the folder back.
“Just like that?” I ask, stunned.
“I’m not a fan of birth control if it means you’re experiencing any side effects. And I would do a fucking lot as long as it means I can sink into your tight, wet cunt without one of these soon,” he states, grabbing a condom out of the drawer.
