As if they weren’t already aware of what we were doing now. One couldn’t sneeze in this house without someone knowing about it.
Grabbing the pillow next to me, I placed it over my face, shoving all my moans and whimpers into it. They might know what we were doing, but I did not think I could face them if they knew what kind of noises I made during sex.
My legs shook, my release on the edge of cresting, when Tate pressed two fingers inside of me, curling them at just the right spot to make me shout. At this point, I was only vaguely aware of what sounds were coming out of me as he proceeded to turn me into a big puddle of goo.
Without giving me a moment to breathe, Tate flipped us, his back against the headboard, me straddling his lap. A smug grin of satisfaction curled up his lips while he brushed my hair back from my face.
“Think they heard us?” he asked with a cheeky grin.
I smacked his chest and scowled. “You know they did.”
“You know, they’re probably more uncomfortable about hearing you than you are about them hearing you.” Reaching between us, Tate unsnapped his pants and took my hand, wrapping it around his length. The barbells pressing into my hand made me squirm. “So let’s make it really uncomfortable for them.”
Before I could answer, my mom called out from somewhere in the house. “No, god, please don’t. Give us five minutes and we’ll leave.”
My face burned with embarrassment. Of all my parents that I thought would have something to say about it, I didn’t think it would be my mom, who had done nothing but push me at Tate and the others.
A few minutes later, the front door slammed shut. I strained to listen for signs that anyone else was still in the house.
Tate squeezed his hand around mine, letting out a small grunt. “I think they’re all gone, princess.”
“I can’t believe you did that.” I shook my head, ducking so he couldn’t see how red my face was.
Chuckling, Tate lifted my chin with his knuckle. “It was worth it to see you look this cute.”
My embarrassment turned into a scowl. “Don’t make me kick you out, too.”
His arm wrapped around my waist and lifted me up, positioning me over his length.
“Kick me out afterward. It’s been weeks, princess,” he whimpered desperately, “I need to be inside of you now.”
The tip of him teased my entrance, making me pant. I remembered what those barbells felt like inside of me, and even my most imaginative daydreams couldn’t equal to the way they made me feel. My mind fought with my body over what we wanted more — to teach Tate a lesson on embarrassing me or to have him inside of me.
My body seemed to decide on its own, sinking me down until just the tip was inside of me. I groaned and grabbed the back of his neck, pressing my forehead to his as I let myself become accustomed to his size once more.
“Oh, princess, you haven’t even reached the first one. Don’t give up on me now.” His large hands cupped my ass, not forcing me to go faster than I wanted, but rocking us so that I felt every part of him against my inner walls.
I pressed down, the first barbell popping past my entrance. My toes curled, and a low, animalistic sound escaped me.
“That’s it, baby.” Tate kissed my forehead. “You’re doing so good. Squeezing me so tight. Oh, fuck. I may not last at this rate.”
A sense of pride filled my chest at his admission. Panting from how good the stretch felt, I lowered myself inch by inch, taking each of them into me until I was fully seated in his lap. Swallowing, I groaned with how full I felt, the metal rubbing parts of me neither Kyren nor Julian had ever touched before.
The thought of Kyren in my mind, I locked eyes with Tate. “Have you fucked Kyren with these?” I lifted slightly before sinking back down making us both moan in unison.
“Are you jealous?” Tate smirked up, flicking his tongue over his lip ring. “Or want to picture me fucking him while you ride me?”
The majority of the time when all three of us had been together, Kyren and Tate had mostly focused on me. However, the thought of seeing them together… oh, I definitely liked that.
Involuntarily, I clenched around him.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” Tate panted, his hands now helping me to move up and down his length. Each time our hips met, he pulled a short cry from me. “Oh… you’re squeezing me so tightly. You want to watch me fuck Kyren, don’t you?” His words coming out in pants, urging me down on his length with each new filthy phrase. “Or maybe you want him to be inside of you at the same time?”
I groaned.
“Oh, yeah,” Tate huffed as he angled me forward so my sensitive bundle of nerves brushed against his pubic bone with every thrust. “That’s it.”
“Tate,” I breathed, fingers digging into his shoulders. “I’m close.”
