“Shit, we’re going to need to put another room in the house!” Dylan exclaims, and I laugh, almost overwhelmed by the way they’re all reacting. As though there’s nowhere they would rather be than here, with me, hearing this news, knowing that they’re going to be fathers again. Knowing that they’re not only willing to step up as parents for the four children slumbering upstairs, but for the one growing in my belly too.
And as Carlisle pulls me into a passionate kiss, I know that this is where I have always belonged. I have a chance to do it right this time, to share this wildly unconventional but utterly perfect family unit with the four men who helped me make it. I don’t know exactly how I intend to explain it to the outside world, but in truth, at this point, I hardly give a damn.
As long as I have them, I know that everything is going to be alright. And I can’t think of much that matters more in the world than that.
24
CALLUM
I slipmy arm around her waist as Carlisle kisses her, his tongue entering her mouth with a hungry need that I can feel boiling over in my own chest right now too. I keep waiting for the moment when I’ll start to feel jealous of her with the other guys, when I’ll begin to feel like I should have her all to myself, but it just never comes. Every time I think it will, I find myself too aroused by the sight of her being gifted this kind of pleasure, and all I want is to sit back, relax, and watch her take every one of us in turn.
Carlisle moves her back toward the couch, where he pulls her into his arms, toppling down with her on top of him. One foot is still planted on the floor, like something out of an old movie, and I can see her smiling against his lips as Dylan kneels behind her and begins to strip her of her jeans and panties.
As her gorgeous ass is exposed, I feel a stir in my pants, my cock already straining for the feel of her wrapped around me, and I can’t resist moving in beside my brother, shouldering him playfully out of the way so I can climb onto the couch. I kneel between Carlisle’s legs, pulling her hips up to meet mine, so I cansee the glistening wetness of her pussy just a few inches away from my cock.
I want nothing more than to just sink my full length into her, but I know I’m not the only one craving her right now—as much as I want to be selfish, I have to play by the rules.
Even if I’m not sure what rules apply in a situation like this one.
“Oh,” she gasps, as Joe kneels at her side, slipping a hand between her legs and stroking his fingers along the outside of her pussy. He smears a generous amount of her wetness along the inside of her thighs, leaving her squirming, and I’m unable to wait any longer, slipping my mouth between her legs and dipping my tongue into the deliciously tempting warmth of her pussy.
She tastes like a goddamn slice of heaven, that musky sweetness as addictive as it was when I was going down on her on the bed of the van a few months ago. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to a point when I don’t crave her like fucking crazy, all the good sense in my mind vanishing when I see her on display for us like this.
She moans, and I look up to see Joe bringing his fingers to her lips, dipping them into her mouth. She seals herself around them, gazing up at him as she tastes herself on his hand, and I realize I can’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck,” I groan, as I unzip my pants, drawing my erection into my hand and pressing it against her. She arches her back, making it easier for me to access every inch of her that I need, and the tilt of her hips puts her at the perfect angle for me to sink inside of her. She’s on all fours, or close enough to it, straddling Carlisle while Dylan slumps back into a chair behind us to watch. Carlisle grabs her hips, and I watch as he guides them slowlyback and down toward me, enveloping my full length inside her while I steady myself at the far end of the couch. My hands roam over her ass, gripping the soft mounds of her flesh, wondering if this is real—wondering if I can really call her mine, after so long away from her.
But when she casts her gaze back over her shoulder to me, I know there shouldn’t be a moment of doubt in my mind. When she locks eyes with me, it’s like everything else just vanishes, the world circling down to what’s going on right here in this room, between the five of us. With Carlisle guiding her back against me, I begin to push into her, grinding my full length inside of her over and over again.
“Jesus,” Dylan mutters, as he slips his hand around his cock, watching as I take her right there on the couch.
I plant a foot on the ground to keep my balance, and use the leverage to move into her with even more passion, filling her with every stroke, listening to the way she reacts to me, seeing it written all over her body. Her thighs shake as she struggles to stay upright, and she lets out soft whimpers against Carlisle’s mouth when he pulls her down for a kiss. Joe slips his fingers, still slick from her mouth, down between her legs, stroking her clit as I fuck her, and I can feel the telltale signs of her body starting to inch toward her release, trembling at the very brink of what she needs so badly…
And when she comes, it feels like all of us have a part of it. Me inside of her, Joe stroking her clit, Carlisle guiding her hips back to meet mine, Dylan drinking in the whole thing like he’s committing it to memory. I feel her spasm around me before she makes a sound, my cock clenched in the pulsating walls of her pussy, and she gasps and claws at Carlisle’s hair as she tries to steady herself. Her cheeks are flushed, body squirming on topof his, her breath coming harder and faster than before as she envelops my length with her warmth one last time.
That’s as long as I’m allowed with her, as Carlisle drags her hips off of me and down to his cock. I can’t say I blame him, as I slump back against the couch, watching as he draws his cock from his pants and guides it toward her.
She manages to tilt herself upright on his body, sitting astride him as he flexes his hips upward and drives himself deep into her. She tips her head back, her hair tumbling down her back, and for a moment, all four of us seem to be unable to do anything but enjoy the damn show.
“Goddamn, Angelie, you look so hot riding his cock,” Dylan rasps, leaning forward on the chair, his hand in an iron grip around his cock as he watches her move on top of Carlisle.
I can only see her from the back, but the sight of her lips parted to take him is enough to bring pre-cum to the head of my cock. Joe leans in, palming her tits and bringing his mouth to her nipples. I’m sure I see a glint of his teeth before they vanish before her, and she gasps, pushing a hand into his hair as the other gropes for the side of the couch to support herself.
Carlisle’s hands sink into her hips roughly, guiding her up and down, up and down, slow and steady like he wants to enjoy every second of it. But I can already tell from the sounds he’s making that he’s close, and the way she looks on top of him, it’s hard to imagine that he’ll last much longer.
I have to still my hand for a moment and catch my breath just to keep from finishing too soon, determined to make this last as long as I can. I’m in no rush to get there, not when I know that she’s as insatiable as we all are for her.
With a sudden deep thrust, I hear Carlisle let out the telltale grunt of an orgasm. He plunges himself deep into her one last time, and I see his cock twitching as he fills her with his seed. When he pulls back, I can see her slickness mixed with his sperm, and the sight is unexpectedly hot to me, enough that I have to start stroking myself just to keep from getting distracted and going in for more myself.
“Oh, fucking hell,” Carlisle grunts, as she slowly stirs her hips around him a few times, and then lifts herself off. But she hardly has time to catch her breath before Joe pulls her down into his lap, where his cock is already loose, drawing her on top of him and facing forward. It takes me a moment to realize why the sight seems so familiar, but then I recall the first night, how she rode him in this exact position, and I stretch out on the couch to get a better look.
He pushes himself inside of her with no hesitation, and I hear Angelie let out a soft cry as she tips her head back, her eyes half-closed as his hands roam over her body. But he’s not the only one who needs her right now. When her eyes open once more, it lands on Dylan in front of her, and a wicked little grin crosses her lips before she moves to take him into her mouth.
My head spins at the sight of her like that—on top of Joe, her hand wrapped around Dylan’s member, her lips closed around his length like she can’t get enough. And as her hips slowly begin to rise and fall against Joe’s lap, I don’t really believe she can.
No, after all this time, all these years, she seems to want us just as badly as she did on the night when all of this first came to be. Her body is still just as ready for us, her mind just as open to us, everything that she’s been holding on to spilling out as soon as we’re alone together.
My breath catches in my throat and I lean forward, moving my hand around my cock at the same pace that she rocks back against Joe. I can feel my balls beginning to tighten as I arch toward the edge of my release, Carlisle still breathing hard on the couch beside me, and time seems to fall away as I watch her expertly take every inch of them both with ease, as though this is what she was made for—as though this is what she’s always needed from us…
