“Yes,” she gasps. “Oh, Goddess. Yes.”
He pushes me back down and I shove my tongue inside her, licking as deeply as I can as her walls flutter around me. “Good.” I hear the sound of a kiss. “Good.”
I fuck her with my tongue until her legs are trembling and my jaw aches, but I don't stop. I'm not going to stop until I make her cum hard enough to see stars. It doesn't take much longer either, especially with Parker whispering so many wicked things to her. I made her cum for me last night, but the way she comes apart for us now is breathtaking. Her whole body clenches, every muscle tightening for the span of a breath and then she detonates. Her hips thrust again and again, soaking my face with her orgasm. I keep licking her though it and when her body starts to calm, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck. Her voice breaks with the intensity of the moan she lets out, and then her feet are on my shoulders and suddenly I'm launched off the foot of the bed. I land on my ass with a thud, blinking up at Parker. He just laughs at me.
Genie sits up, hair going everywhere, and looks at me with perfectly flushed cheeks. “Are you alright?”
I wipe my face and grin. “I'm good.”
“Don't do that,” she says. “That hurt.”
“What did you do?” Parker asks, no longer laughing.
“Just overstimulated her,” I lick my lips. “Just a little. I'll know next time.”
Chapter Thirty-eight
Genie
I have imagined how this would be so many times and it never once included kicking Drew onto the floor. It didn't include Parker laying next to me on the bed, either, but somehow both things have made it better. It's actually shocking how much better it is.
Parker is ridiculous, though. Now that he's had his hands all over me, he's very comfortable keeping them there.
“Exactly how big was that toy you mentioned?” he asks cupping his hand around my sensitive pussy and applying just enough pressure to make it feel better. He isn't rubbing or trying to stimulate me at all, he's just holding me. It's comforting and I'm grateful, but no one has ever just kept their hand on me without trying to take it further.
“I don't know. Normal sized? I didn't really measure it with a ruler.”
His lips twitch with a hint of a smile. “As compared to Cross, then.”
I have been actively avoiding looking at Drew's dick. I have been trying my best to not look at either of their dicks, even when we got Parker off I didn't look at it. It isn't that I'm shy or nervous, far from it. It's that I've spent the past few years feeling resentful towards them, both of them, and longing for something that I was denied, and now we're all naked. Together. And we're several orgasms in. Despite the fact that Drew's face is still shining with my release, it's going to take just a little time for me to fully recalibrate.
Drew starts to crawl up from the foot of the bed and my eyes automatically travel down his body to his heavy erection. “Smaller than Drew.”
Drew's eyes flick to Parkers, but he smiles at me. “How much smaller?”
I can't help it. My brow raises on it's own. Of all the times for him to ask if his dick is bigger than...
“I don't mean it like that. I don't care how big it is, my ego isn't part of the equation. I just don't want to hurt you if I can keep from it, that's all.”
“Drew,” I sigh. “It's going to hurt. There's no way around it. Even if the toy was the same size, you're going to knot me. It's going to hurt. It's fine.”
He places kisses up my legs, my hips, across my stomach as he makes his way up my body to kiss my mouth again. I spread my legs wider, making room for him, but he holds himself above me, his skin barely brushing against me. “I'll do my best to make it feel good.” He steals my breath with another kiss. “Even if it hurts.”
“I know.” I smile and slide my hand down his side to his hip. “I trust you.” As the words leave my lips I realize that I mean them. Yes, I spent years hurting because of him, but I think the person he was, the person I thought he was, and the person he is are not the person he's going to be. I can feel it. All three of us are going to be different after tonight.
Parker slowly pulls his hand away and up, and rests it underneath my breast for just a moment before trailing his fingers along my arm to wrap around my wrist. He slides his heated palm against my own to link with my fingers fingers as he settles back down onto his side beside me.
I turn to him with all the importance of the moment in my eyes. “You're going to hold my hand.” It isn't a question or a request or an order.
He nods and reaches to touch my jaw, turning my face towards him. Then he kisses me. I thought Parker's kisses might be clinical, or as sharp and biting as he is, but I couldn't have been more wrong. His lips are soft against mine. Warm. Drew's kisses are slow, beautiful, devouring, like he's trying to crawl inside me and claim everything I am. Parker's kiss is careful, deliberate, and it makes my heart ache with how precious it makes me feel.
When I blink my eyes open again, Drew is looking at both of us like we are everything. His universe. The very breath he breathes and the blood rushing through his veins. He kisses each of us in turn, just a sweet brush of lips, then he lowers his weight, his hips settling completely between my thighs. His hard length is sohot against me. I can feel it pulsing between us and and it almost seems like my body is trying to match each throb.
“Are you ready, Genie?” he asks, his eyes as soft as they are serious.
I nod. “Yes.” My wolf is inside me racing in ecstatic circles. She can feel how close we are to closing the distance between us and our mate. I have never felt her so elated.
Drew drops his head to my neck to breath in my scent. “Here,” he murmurs, nipping just where my neck and shoulder meet. “This is where I want my mark.”
