“You shouldn’t be greedy.” Carter stripped out of his pants, his shirt already gone. Shear was still fully dressed, but he was never as quick to give in as the rest of us. “We’re supposed to be a team, damn it! I didn’t save your life last year just to get cut out now.”
“You didn’t save my life.”
“Sure I did. I ate your leftovers from breakfast a few months ago.”
“How was that saving my life?”
“Eggs raise cholesterol, so I was helping by eating them so you didn’t have to.”
The bickering went back and forth, the sound background noise to me. They were always like that, always picking at each other. I often played a part, but Yun held all my attention so Icould focus on nothing else and the words floated past me, easy to ignore.
“Tip your head backward,” Carter said as he got onto the bed. “I want to feel your mouth.”
Yun didn’t resist or hesitate, instead parting her lips in a trusting welcome. Carter’s knees pressed into the mattress, one on either side of her head. It was a far more aggressive position than anything we’d done before, truly pinning her between them.
It made me uneasy, afraid she’d panic.
“I’ll watch her,” Shear said, the first thing he’d said since we’d gotten here. In fact, I’d nearly forgotten he was even there.
But he was more equipped to keep an eye on her in that way than I would. He’d sense her anxiety, and possibly even soothe it, before I’d ever notice.
So I nodded and left that job to him. Last time, I’d been behind Yun, unable to see much of anything. Sure, thrusting between her thighs had felt fantastic, but I’d only had the line of her back to look at.
It hadn’t been bad by any means, but it made the feast set out before me even more attractive. She wasn’t overly skinny, but her body was lithe. Her on her back meant her stomach dipped in, a small ridge where the bottom of her ribs sat, a valley running down the center of her stomach to her belly button.
Some desire I couldn’t resist had me following that curve of her stomach.
It forced Ingram to lean up more, to make more room, but damn if I cared. He still rolled his hips, taking her with deep, slow thrusts, like he didn’t give a fuck if I interfered at all so long as it didn’t keep him from his goal.
Her skin tasted of salt and monster blood. That one took me a moment before I realized some clinging to Ingram must have rubbed off on her. I wouldn’t have called that a kink of minenormally, but something about that sweet, acidic flavor got me hard just the same.
I moved down her stomach, then dipped my tongue into her belly button. I would have loved to move further down, to taste her juices, to feel them coat my lips and my tongue, but this position couldn’t accommodate that.
Pity.
I filed it away as something for next time. Instead, I took her hand, the one she’d used to beckon us forward, and wrapped it around my cock. I hadn’t stripped down like Carter had, but a quick flick of my fingers had undone the button of my pants, giving her access.
She did as I wanted, though with her position she couldn’t stroke me on her own, couldn’t move her hand enough. Instead, I thrust forward, fucking into her tight grip, against her soft palm, her rigid fingers. The sensation of a hand job—especially like this—wasn’t the best thing I’d ever felt, but whatever it was about Yun that drew me made it all the better. It meant it wasn’tjusther hand that got me going—it was the sounds she made around Carter’s cock, the way her scent filled the room, the taste of her skin, the guiding that poured out of her. Those things mixed together and made the actual touch less important.
To think this woman had gone along with the idea she was frigid, that she was somehow defective. The idiots who said those things clearly didn’t know shit, given the way she melted to honey between us.
My own end crawled up closer, no matter how embarrassing that was. I shouldn’t have been ready to come from something so simple, so juvenile, but knowing that didn’t change my reaction.
And judging from the way Ingram and Carter moved, at least I wasn’t alone.
If I’d learned one thing from the assholes who I spent most of my life with, it was that we could get through damn nearanything as a team. It meant even if I embarrassed myself, I did it as a group. Things didn’t seem quite so bad when I went about life that way.
Looking at Yun made me suspect she also rested on that edge. Her heart raced, her breath quick and shallow, her hips lifting in tiny, instinctual movements. Then again, not many women could come from penetration alone, which had me reaching my hand down her body to find her hard little clit, the position making Ingram’s body press against my hand each time he bottomed out.
The first touch had her back arching as though electricity ran through my fingers. The sounds she released, muffled by Carter’s cock, increased in intensity, so I kept going, stroking her clit, spreading my fingers just enough that her nub fit between them, stimulated on both sides.
She broke apart beautifully, her back arching up at a seemingly impossible angle. Ingram plunged in fully, pinning my hand between their bodies, a masculine groan leaving him as his head tilted backward.
I expected Carter to pull out, given most men would be concerned about what teeth could do to their goods when a girl came hard—especially one without much experience. Leave it to Carter to do things his own way, however. He slipped two fingers into her mouth to serve as a bite block. If anything, he sank deeper into her mouth, far enough that she would have probably been gagging if not for the way her orgasm distracted her. He shuddered, his eyes closed, as though entirely focused on the feeling.
The sight of it all took me over the edge, had me coming hard into Yun’s hand.
We all were there, panting, breathless, exhausted, but there was something else, something deeper.
