“M-me… t-too,” I whimper, coiling.
The slapping noises have become obscene, and I’m vaguely aware that Fenwick is taking his sweet time leaving, but I really don’t even care. I lost my humility long ago, thanks to this place. Orgasms will always take priority over concern for people walking in.
Call it a symptom of fucking in front of people for years.
Reaching down, I slip my fingers between Joy’s legs, gently rubbing her clit. She’s so out of it, she’s moving on erotic autopilot, pressing her wet tits into me, kissing me and sticking her tongue in to tease mine.
“Take it deep, Lucky,” she purrs, shivering and hypersensitive, grabbing my arm to hold my hand in place on her slippery pussy. “Come on his cock.”
“I’m gonna…” I whimper, jostling with how hard Rook is fucking into me. “Ohhfuuuckyea…”
“What’s so important…?” I hear a new voice, but it’s fading off into the background as I erupt.
With no warning, Joy falls to her knees and wraps her lips around my dick. Just in time to catch a mouthful.
“Holy fuck,” someone gasps. It sounds like Kang. “Why’d you bring me in here?!”
“Because it’s hot,” Trevel hums.
“Uhh God, that’s so good…” I rasp, cherishing fingers brushing Joy’s face while she sucks and swallows. “Cherry… bomb…kaboom.”
Rook grumbles, “Speaking of… blowing…fuck, Velle, I’m coming in you.”
“Breed me deep, cowboy…”
“I mean… yea. It is hot,” I hear Kang’s gruff voice on the edge of my fizzling high, while my body grips Rook’s swollen cock. “But we shouldn’t… watch.”
“Too late, creepers,” I growl, lashes fluttering at the feel of Rook filling me. “Fuck yea, baby… give me all of it.”
“Every… drop…” Rook grunts, thrusting, working it out into me.
I’mskyfuckinghigh.
Rook and I are panting, gasping for air. Clutching one another for dear life, as if we’re close to collapsing, which is very true. My knees are wobbling, and I’m sure his are too, but he’s holding me up, and I’m doing the same for him.
A few minutes of us breathing and kissing later, we check on Joy, who’s literally passed out.
Chuckling, then gasping when Harley pulls out, I spin to face my man. Taking his face in my hands, I lock my sleepy gaze on his mossy green eyes, equally sated and dazzling.
“I love you,” I hum.
His fingers brush through my wet hair. “I love you more than words… King Jonathan.”
He kisses my smile.
When we pull apart, I snicker down at Joy. “I love you, Cherryful.”
“Love you more…” she mumbles. “Both…”
Rook bends, scooping her up into his arms. “Let’s go, baby bomb.”
“That’s adorable.” I beam, following them out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry Joy’s hair while Rook stands her up and wraps one around her.
“It is…” she yawns then frowns. “I hate it.”
I laugh out loud.I would say she’s grouchy because she’s tired, but this is actually pretty standard.
“Looks like our audience bounced,” Rook grumbles as the two of us dry off, securing towels around our waists before we venture into the bedroom.
