“Come for me, pip.” His voice is strained as he rests his forehead against mine.
I open my eyes and meet his. The intimacy of this moment is too much. The desire reflected in his eyes. The feel of him inside of me, surrounding me. Finally. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, forceful and overwhelming. I arch up into him with a cry of release. He continues to thrust, pushing me higher, as I ride the wave.
Groaning, he comes. As my pussy milks him, his cock pulses, filling me with his hot cum. It’s an odd feeling, but it makes me feel more complete than I’ve ever felt before. He braces his arms on either side of my head, still buried deep inside me.
I can barely breathe as we come down. My heart races at what I’ve done. It was one thing to let them claim me. To lie back and let it happen. Now it’s my turn. I get to claim them back.
His light blue eyes are almost black as he searches mine. He dips his head and our lips collide. I want more. I can’t get enough of him and just want to do this again and again.
Wyatt
I wasn’t sure how I’d feel sharing Sara, but she makes it as natural as breathing. Drew sits a few feet from me as we watch Sara and Dante. None of us came in her, that was part of it. She didn’t want to know who was the first and she wanted all of us.
Now, she needs to be in control. This is her decision. She leads when we fuck her for real.
At least this time. We all have things we want to do with her. We’ll all get our time, just the two of us, but right now, this is all about Sara.
She’s fascinating to watch, but Dante baffles me. For years, he’s acted as referee in this game of ours. Sara lusting after me and me keeping her at arm’s length. But right now, I can feel how deep their connection is.
And I’m grateful for it.
Dante is one of my best friends. He had a rough life growing up. His father skipped out on his mother. His uncle took them in and reminded Dante every day of how grateful he should be. Dante never felt like he fit in. But with us he always has.
Seeing him and Sara form a bond would have made me jealous before. Now I can’t see it any other way. She’s never truly been mine. Even when we were kids. She’s always been ours.
Ours to protect. Ours to guide. Ours to hold.
Dante releases her and grabs a fresh washcloth from the towel warmer nearby. This suite has everything. He spreads her legs and cleans her gently as she watches him. She’s not shy. That’s good. He leans over her and kisses her again and she sighs into his mouth.
After he lifts her to sitting and heads into the bathroom to finish cleaning up, she turns with a smile. Her eyes meet Drew’s briefly and he gives her a nod toward us. Finn and me.
Her gaze swings to me and our eyes lock. For years, I’ve held myself back from her, knowing I could never claim her as mine. But she’s always been mine.
Her cheeks flush and she crawls across the bed to me. She stops and kneels with her butt on her heels and her hands on her thighs as she looks at me.
“I don’t know how you want me.” She’s not being coy, but honest.
I slide my hand up her thigh and hold her pale green eyes captive with mine.
“You’re perfect the way you are.” My hand captures hers. My pulse quickens at the heat in her eyes. The desire. The need.
“Want more, trouble?” I draw her forward and she straddles my lap. Normally, I prefer a more dominant position, but right now, I need her to feel safe and wanted and comfortable.
She bites her lip. “Yes, sir.”
“Hands on my shoulders.”
She does as I ask.
When I smile, her eyes light up like she’s won a prize. It won’t always be this easy between us or even this tender, but I’m in this to give the girl of my dreams a day to remember.
“I want to be with all of you again.” She wets her lips and her gaze drops to mine.
I tuck her hair behind her ear and she shivers at my touch. My fingers linger in her hair, following it down to her perfect breasts. As my finger brushes her nipple, she sucks in a breath.
“Did you enjoy having all our mouths and hands on you?” I toy with her nipple, watching her eyes closely. Her pupils dilate and her lips part.
“Yes, sir.”
