Maverick groans, and my hips move to match the roll of hers as I slide my cock further under his ass. The encouraging noises Tyson makes and the frantic rise of her chest and the way her tongue invades King’s lets everyone know how much fun she’s having.
Tyson sits up, and the flow of our bodies comes to a stop. Well, Mav and I do; King keeps making out with her until she’s back to breathing normal. Then he slumps back against the mound of pillows to watch.
“Don’t let me stop you.” He laughs.
Ty barely acknowledges King. It wasn’t even him that he was focusing on, it was Tristan. He was watching her cues, leading her up to a promise before reminding her who’s driving us at the moment.
My brother has always had that self-assurance too. It’s not cocky, it just is, which makes it all the more dangerous since he’s never known it any other way. Right now, it’s not about power or holding back on her, it’s wholly and solely on setting up our boundaries.
He flicks his finger and then for extra lube dips it back into her slick before he fingers her ass. “What about if I put my cock in here?”
“Knot it too,” she agrees. “Come on, Tyson. I agree to everything, anything but don’t push Steel, that’s not fair at all.” She rides his hand before grabbing Maverick’s hand for him to play with her clit, which lasts for a second before he dips two fingers inside her pussy.
And I’ve always liked the noises Maverick makes when he sucks dick or takes it. His voice drops octaves and vibrates as it rumbles out, and right now he’s making the same noises hemakes with me. It’s hard not to get jealous but before I can argue he’s reaching back for my mouth.
“What about Maverick?” Tyson barks, probably sensing words about to lose all meaning.
“What about you Ty? What do you want?”
He chuckles before he starts moving. He leans into her with his presence and physically, practically pushing her down. Mav and I fall down too. And then without waiting, he holds his cock in his hand before driving inside her slicked up cunt. “I’m returning your bite.”
I can feel the power of Tyson’s thrusts reverberating through her nest, and I see the way Tristan chases that little bit more, her hips rising to meet him each and every time. One of his arms falls next to my head, the other cups under her head to hold her up so he can take her with him.
But he pulls away from her mouth after a few desperate sucks of her tongue before there’s a glaze to his eyes that matches the thickening of her scent.
“So, fucking good, aren’t you? Tell me I can knot you?” he groans, urging her on. His eyes drop down to where their bodies are connected. And I can feel how fucking messy she is, as her slick wets me under Mav.
Tristan doesn’t use her words to talk. She reaches her arms up for him, he hauls her off us by scooping under her thighs, spinning the both of them and laying her softly against another part of her nest.
The slap of their body, the mumbling intimacy they both share along with the endless pleasure that fills her nest eats at me. Frustrated and impatient, I flip Mav over and take my mood out on his cock.
Chapter
Forty-One
TRISTAN
Ican barely get any air in my lungs. It feels like I’m suffocating but there’s no accompanying rush of panic if anything I’m desperate to only breathe in their scent. Dropping my head to Maverick’s chest I drag my nose along his chest, and I know it’s him. His scent is so a part of me now.
Reaching back, Steel’s mouth covers mine again and he exhales, making my lungs expand with his butterscotch sweetness.
“You’re taking him so well,” Maverick encourages, and I bare down on Steel making him groan into my mouth.
Mav’s hands grope at my ass cheeks spreading me wider, Steel’s arms are under the two of us and I scream the moment he knots my ass, surrendering to the waves of instant bliss. But then Maverick’s knot slides into my pussy and I’m physically unable to move.
Everything feels heightened. Everywhere we touch feels like it’s shimmering and somehow sends even more pleasure to where we’re joined. There’s a rush of movement in front of me before Tyson pushes his cock just past my whimpering lips.
Steel’s hands grip my hips tight; Maverick’s arms are locked around my chest and Tyson’s hands are locked on my face, but I still feel like I’m going to float away. And my body is still aching.
I sit up, pulling my feet up so the rest are on the floor. And I’m so thankful for the pillows King brought, most of them are buried under Maverick so I can ride him. The small change in our set up means that Steel can move despite his knot locking him to me. Tyson stands up, I grab his thighs for support, and when I give him the sign I’m okay and I want it harder, he starts fucking my mouth.
“Jesus, Trissy, you’re fucking fire. You feel how deep you’re taking my cock.” Steel groans against the back of my neck, his teeth dragging over the same spot he’s marked with hickeys every time we’ve been together. His small thrusts keep tapping against my A-spot every time.
“She’s stunning,” Tyson confirms. But he doesn’t need to use his words, he’s been spoiling me rotten for hours. Or days. Time has become meaningless, defined only by how we move as one.
“She’s close,” Maverick whispers. But Tyson spoke the same words at the same time, probably feeling the rapid thrill of my pulse under his thumbs.
“God, she’s milking my knot so fucking hard right now,” Steel says though his words are garbled when he talks with his lips wrapped around his spot on my neck again.
