“At Cordelia’s,” he continued, “when AJ said you’d shared people between you? That became my new obsession.” He shook his head and leaned forward, fastening his mouth on my breast, tongue swirling my nipple in a languorous stroke before he flicked the ring pierced through it.
I cried out, grinding down, desperate for friction.
With a groan, he shifted back, using his grip to help me. “I couldn’t believe it when it actually happened. Kept thinking you were going to panic and run out of the room.”
“I couldn’t let you win,” I said, breathless. I wanted his mouth back on me.
His gaze turned scorching. “Don’t lie. You wanted it, too.”
“Yes.” The word was a breathy confession.
“How did it feel?” he asked. “To have us both inside you.”
“So good.” The words were close to a sob, I’d held them in so long.
“But once wasn’t enough, was it?” he said. “And now you can’t stop thinking about the three of us together again, can you?”
I shook my head.
“I can’t stop thinking about it either,” he said. “You in the middle again, he and I so deep inside your ass and cunt we can feel each other moving.”
Oh, god.
I scrambled backward, landing on the floor of the tub between his legs. We stared at each other, chests heaving, the silence so loud it was deafening.
He rose to his feet, water sluicing off his big, beautiful body, and extended a hand to me.
“Get up here. I want you warm and clean before I fuck you.”
26
Tyler
Stella and I took foreverin the shower, stroking, kissing, and teasing each other into a frenzy in between washing. We took even more time drying off before she donned a bathrobe—short, silk, and of course, black—and wrapped her hair in a towel while I tied one around my waist. Afterward, I led her into the bedroom.
My body was demanding release, and I could tell from how breathless Stella was that she needed it, too. There was a mirror mounted to her wall, in sight of the corner of the bed, and that became my target.
“Where are your condoms and lube?” I asked.
“Bedside table.”
She tugged on my hand. “I’m STD-free.”
“So am I.”
“And I’m on birth control,” she said, biting her lower lip.
“Stella, are you telling me I get to fuck you raw?”
She nodded. “If you want.”
I groaned. “Yes, I want.” I snagged the lube and led her over to the side of the mattress. “Come here,” I said, sitting on the edge, my feet braced on the floor. I hauled her onto my lap, facing away from me, holding her steady while she tucked her legs under, resting on her knees. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
She glanced back at me over her shoulder, one perfect eyebrow arching. “You saying that makes me feel like you’re about to push me over.”
“This is the one place you can trust me,” I told her, lifting her hips just enough to unwrap my towel and shove my dick beneath her, her ass cheeks framing the base, my shaft pressed against every slippery inch of flesh. God, she was soaked.
A shiver ran through her.
