"Yes." She grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged my face back to hers and kissed me hard.
"I wish you were wearing my clothes right now instead of Kingston's." I sat back on my heels and pulled off the boxers she had on. She let out a frustrated growl as I began kissing up her leg. "Calm down, little fox."
I knew she was ready for me, but that didn't mean I didn't want a little more breakfast. She trembled as I made my way farther north until I hovered my lips right over her wet cunt.
"How quiet can you be?" I said it so close to her that she shuddered and tried to buck her hips. I put my forearm over her lower belly to make sure she didn't move.
"I don't care if they hear." She gasped as I swiped my tongue through her heat.
Spreading her open with my fingers, I licked thelength of her from ass to clit before lapping at her bundle of nerves. Her legs fell open farther, and I ground my hips into the bed, my dick pulsating with the need to bury it inside her.
"I want you to come on my tongue before I come in this tight pussy of yours." My tongue returned to its task, and I pushed two fingers in, groaning at how hot and wet she was.
"Oh, fuck." Her hips refused to stay still as I sucked her clit between my lips and crooked my fingers to hit her in the spot that made her toes curl. "I'm almost… oh, my God!" Her voice came out muffled as she threw her forearm over her mouth.
My fingers fucked her harder, and I added a third while I feasted on her like she was my last meal. Her thighs squeezed around me, her body shaking and her pussy contracting around my fingers as she rode through her orgasm.
As she started to come down from the high, I quickly moved between her legs, my erection already free from my basketball shorts. I slid into her in one snap of my hips, taking her mouth with mine and capturing the sounds I only wanted for myself.
My thrusts were deep and fast, and my skin tingled from my mounting orgasm. Tasting her and then feeling her around me got me there. We mighthave had sex the night before, but this was different. This time, it was just the two of us.
Her legs wrapped around me, and her hips lifted off the bed, allowing me to get even deeper inside her. Fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, and I groaned against her neck, chasing my orgasm.
"Wren!" My balls ached as our bodies slapped together and one of her fingers slid between my cheeks, teasing my asshole. "Fuck!"
My orgasm barreled through me as the tip of her finger slipped inside me. I buried myself to the hilt, spilling myself inside her. I kissed her again, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.
She pulled away with a satisfied sigh. "It's hard to find one man who fucks like a king, let alone three."
I grinned down at her and rolled off her and onto my side. "Thank you." When she gave me a confused look, I kissed her cheek with a chuckle. "For trying to help my brother."
Her cheeks turned even redder than they already were. "No need to thank me. I only want to see you happy."
Sitting up, she grabbed a handful of tissues from the nightstand and cleaned up a bit before going to her bag in the corner and pulling on panties and then a pair of shorts.
"What would make you happy?" I sat up, my eyes not leaving her as she stiffened and then turned to face me. "I mean… do we make you happy? The three of us?"
"You do." She bit her lip, her eyes glossing over with tears. "Even with the stress of everything else, I want…"
When she didn't continue, I stood, grabbing Kingston's boxers and cleaning my dick off with them before standing face to face with her. "What do you want, little fox? For all of us to be together?"
She nodded, looking up at me with uncertainty written across her face. All three of us had made it pretty clear we wanted her, but she still couldn't see it herself.
"Then we'll all find a way to be together." I kissed her softly and threaded our fingers. "Let's go clean up the rest of the way and face being awkward in front of your dad together."
"I was quiet… you, on the other hand…" She giggled as I swatted at her ass as she walked out of the room.
Yeah. There was no way in hell I was leaving Crescent Heights.
I staredup at the sky, my body not yet processing the fact I had been clotheslined by a man—not a god—that was running faster than the speed of light.
"Dad!" Wren yelled across the yard for what had to be the hundredth time. "You promised you'd take it easy on them!"
Apollo cackled like a hyena and stood over me, a giant rock in his hand. "Oops. Did I hit you a little too hard, son?" He held out his hand, and I eyed it suspiciously before grabbing it and letting him pull me to my feet.
He hadn't been kidding when he suggested playing steal the bacon. I remembered the game fondly from my younger years, racing an opponent to grab an object in the middle of the field to see who could steal it first. But Apollo took it to an extreme, using every opportunity to put me and Zayn flat on our backs.
"Eject his ass!" Zayn stood on my side of the lawn, his face looking murderous. "He's cheating!'"
