Louis’s hand guided Truly to a sitting position on top of him as Nate watched. He was still inside her. If her widening eyes were any indication she could feel him even deeper. Nate caught her gaze and held it. He knew he looked angry. He’d been standing there, watching her. Watching as Louis fucked her, watching the rapture on Clay’s face as she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.
Was he jealous? No. How could he be? They’d done this before. This was the kind of sex he liked to control. The kind he got off on. Hell, he’d initiated it. And it was turning him on more than it ever had before. But he found himself silently snarling. He wanted his cock in her mouth. He wanted to be the one inside her. He had to be careful not to let this go too much farther.
It might already be too late.
Nate pulled himself onto the counter behind her, knowing the granite island he’d built could hold them all. Grateful it could, because he needed to claim her again. Now.
He held out his hand, and Clay handed him another condom and the heated lubricant he would spread on that succulent ass. He took himself in hand, focused on his breathing. No toy, no matter how big, was the same as the real thing. He had to go slowly.
He slid the condom on, hating the barrier that kept him from feeling everything. That separated him from her. He coated his cock with lube and poured some along the crack of her ass, looking up to find her kissing Louis with wild abandon.
She was lost to it, lost to the pleasure. She was born for this. To be worshipped, loved. He’d sensed it from the first moment he’d seen her.
God, he had it bad.
Clay had moved to the other side of the counter, gravitating toward her and Louis like a moth to a flame. He had it bad too. Damn it, he knew this would happen. But he was not about to stop it. Not now that he’d tasted her. Now that he’d had her.
The first probe of his thumb between her cheeks had her raising her head and looking over her shoulder. Her face flushed, and those wide doe eyes looked at him with anticipation.
Thank God. He didn’t think it was in him to back away if she changed her mind. Not that they’d given her much choice.
“Breathe out slowly, Truly. That’s right, baby. Are you ready for both of us? Ready for how good it’s going to feel when we’re both inside you?”
She nodded, breathing slowly, and he felt the give as he pressed his thumb further inside. He smiled. “Did you remember that I owed you a spanking?”
He slid his thumb out and opened his palm bringing it down across her right cheek, then left. Inside he shivered with pleasure at the loud sound that echoed through the room. At the bright red marks he’d left behind. The only thing that would make this perfection was her reaction.
She’d gasped loudly, but when he looked up at her he didn’t see fear or outrage. He saw desire. Her whispered, “I shouldn’t like that, should I?” was music to his ears.
“Yes, baby. You should. You should love it. And get used to it, because I have a feeling you’ll be in need of another soon enough.”
Louis chuckled roughly. “Not that I’m not enjoying her reaction. Trust me, I am. But I think we should get going. I can’t hold back much longer.”
Clay chuckled at Louis’s shoulder. “You’ll have to, Lou. We’re nowhere near done yet.”
Nate groaned at the wide-eyed interest in her gaze, leaning forward to take her mouth. He needed the feel of her tongue, her full lips against his own. “Give Louis a taste of those delicious breasts while we fuck you.”
He watched her follow his commands, watched Louis taking one of her luscious breasts in his mouth. She looked up at Clay, sucking in her lower lip as she watched him position himself behind the growling Louis. He loved how open she was, but he wanted her attention, her mouth, everything on him. Wanted every piece of her.
He spread her cheeks wide and guided his painfully hard erection to her round ass, still red from his hand. She shouted as Nate entered her, feeling that give, the muscles closing tight around him as he pushed further inside.
“Fuck. Yes, Truly. I can’t—fuck, you feel…” He couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. He had never felt anything like this. Anything like her. She was tight. He could feel Louis’s cock filling her s
ex, knew she could feel both of them inside her. Could see what Clay was doing. Everything.
All that control for all these years, gone with a single thrust of his hips. In his mind he heard a primal shout. She was his. And he was hers. She was claiming him as surely as if she’d marked him with a brand. The thought took away his sanity, his desire to go slowly.
He leaned over her back, pressing her harder against Louis as he spoke in a ragged voice. “Better than any toy you own, isn’t it? You love this. I bet you’re soaking Louis now with that wet fucking pussy. Bet you can’t close your eyes, too afraid you’ll miss Clay’s face when he comes. He’s taking the both of you, you and Louis, in his mind, baby. Taking Louis while Louis takes you. While I take you. You make him wild. And you want that don’t you? You want it all don’t you? Want me to fuck your ass hard while you drive them crazy.”
He sensed her assent more than saw it. His eyes were covered in a red haze. His hips pounded against hers, shafting her as deep as he could. Making her his the only way he knew how.
Clay’s shout was followed quickly by Louis’s cry, and he knew they had both found their release, but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to hear it. Had to hear it. Would die if he didn’t…
“Nate!”
“Yes.” His name was still a cry on her lips when the strength of his climax rammed into him with the force of a train. Lightning arced up his spine, and he roared in satisfaction, knowing he had never come so hard in his life. That nothing had ever been this good.
Fuck.