by Lynn Burke
A mere two feet separated us, and I had never been so aware of my body—the blood rushing through my arteries, thrumming my heartbeat in my ears. The loss of saliva in my mouth, the goosebumps covering every inch of my skin. Tension locking my muscles rigid, need drawing my balls tight against my body.
Elijah slid his palm along my cheek, pushing his fingers through my unbound hair to cradle the back of my head. No commands, no words, just gentle pressure pulling me close as he leaned in to kiss me.
Fuck.
My eyelids slammed shut at the brush of his lips, and my hands reached for him as though on their own, grasping his dress shirt tight, desperate to hold onto him. I groaned as he slid his tongue between my lips. Fucking whimpered as he caressed my cheek with his thumb and angled my head to lay claim to my mouth.
The need in me was too much, overwhelming in its pull toward him, to let him burrow so deep inside me we became one.
“Let me love you, Jon,” he whispered against my mouth, holding my head still in the cradle of his hands.
Goddamnit all to fucking hell. “Yes.”
He stepped back, his pale eyes overflowing with so much tenderness that my throat swelled. I couldn’t tear my gaze from his face while he helped me pull my shirt off overhead. He mapped out my entire upper body with his hands, fingertips searing every inch they touched.
I needed him so fucking badly that my body trembled. Fucking knees knocked. I kicked my sneakers off, but he grabbed my hands when I reached to undo my jeans. “Let me.”
Fisting my hands once more at my sides, I stared as he sank to his knees and made short work of my jeans, pushing them down. Heart in my throat and dick aching like a motherfucker, I stepped out of the jeans, damn near collapsing as he ran his palms up the sides of my thighs.
He licked up the underside of my dick, and my eyes rolled back into my head at the same time Dakota moaned. My hands gripped his hair, to pull him close or push him away, I didn’t know. I hung on for life as he closed his mouth over my leaking head and took me deep.
“Fuck … oh, fuck.” I groaned and whimpered, gasped as he swallowed around me, taking me straight to the edge in five seconds flat. “Christ, fucking stop before I blow my load.”
He hummed and backed off slowly, his tongue swirling around my length, gathering the pre-cum oozing from my head. He kissed the insides of each of my thighs and slowly rose to stand before me, the intensity in his eyes weakening my knees.
I sat on the edge of the bed, unable to tear my gaze from his face as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Awareness that Dakota sat a few feet away, watching us—probably soaked between her thighs—wasn’t enough to distract me from Elijah.
He pulled the white shirt off his arms, his pecs flexing, abs rippling.
I reached for him, and he stepped close, allowing me to unclasp his belt. The snap of his slacks, his zipper…
Heavy breaths, his groan as I freed his erection and wrapped my hand around it, sounded better than any music I’d ever heard. I didn’t bother pushing his slacks down, but leaned in and lapped at the droplet glistening on his crown.
The sweetness of his flavor swarmed my taste buds, tingling. I wanted every drop lying in wait shot down my throat. Fucking longed for it. Needed it—
“No.” His stern command stopped me from closing my mouth over him, and he grasped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Lie down on my bed. Let me pleasure you.”
I did as told, telling myself it was my body obeying, not my head, but fuck if that damn wall didn’t tremble as he crawled atop me, gaze latched to mine, the darkness I’d seen swirl in his eyes calling out to me, begging me to submit.
Yes.
He took my mouth, and I told the damn voice in my head to fuck off. I lifted up to fuse our mouths together better. Nipped his lower lip. Trapped his hips between my thighs, my feet resting on the bed, and fought to ignore the size of his hard cock pressing against mine.
Elijah gyrated his hips, and I groaned, my dick jerking alongside his.
I wasn’t going to fucking last.
“Fuck me, Elijah.” Get it the fuck over with so I can get you out of my fucking head, my system.
He planked over me, propped on his hands, his massive shoulders and pecs above me. “Dakota,” he said, keeping his focus on my face. “Are you wet?”
“S-soaked,” she whispered, shifting on her chair.
“Come show me.”
In my peripheral vision, she moved to the bed and slid her pants to the floor.
“Show me,” Elijah repeated, and she dipped her fingers between her thighs. He glanced at her and licked his lips, sitting back on his haunches, his hand outstretched toward her.
She climbed onto the bed on her knees, thighs spread, and I finally turned to look at her as Elijah slid his hand down over her bare pubis and up into her glistening pussy.
“So slick and warm, mon coeur.” He pulled out, his fingers dripping, and palmed his dick, smearing her arousal down his length. “More…” Twice, he gathered her moisture and slickened his dick, and the third, he reached between my bent legs and cupped my balls.
My eyes rolled back into my head again as I growled a curse, my dick bobbing and leaking on my stomach. I fisted the comforter at my sides and clenched my jaw to keep from jerking myself.
Elijah slid his hands down over my ass, and rather than flinch like I’d expected to, I relaxed, so damn ready. He breached my ring of muscle with one fingertip, and I whimpered. Shoved in another soaked with my wife’s juices, and I bucked my hips, tossing out curses like a madman as he stretched me, readying my poor ass for his huge cock.
“Relax,” he half-cooed, sliding his fingers in and out, stretching and driving me fucking mad.
“Just do it,” I said through clenched teeth, opening my eyes to meet his gaze and grabbing hold of the back of my knees.
He slid his fingers from my ass and pressed the head of his dick against my hole, and I let out a steady breath, hissing as he pressed in. Burned like a motherfucker, but he notched the head of his cock in me, his hands smoothing down my thighs and back up, waiting for me to grow accustomed to him being inside me.
“So hot, Jon…” Dakota whimpered, her fingers making squishing noises while she fucked herself with them. “Relax and let him in, baby. I promise it gets better.”
Elijah palmed my dick and squeezed while shoving in what felt like a fucking foot—probably a goddamn inch.
“Fuck.” Jaw clenched, I shut my eyes again.
“Look at me while I take you, Jon.”
Goddamn motherfucker. I didn’t want to submit. Damn eyelids popped open, and Elijah pushed in a little further, sliding his slick hand over my throbbing cock.
“Breathe, baby,” Dakota cooed, her voice so damn breathless that my dick jerked in Elijah’s hold.
I released my breath and relaxed, not having realized I’d tensed up.
Another inch, another stroke on my dick, and I hissed through my teeth. No fucking way he could fit another inch—
He pulled out and slid back in, and the burn shifted into pure fucking good. “Oh, fuck…” I groaned the word through clenched teeth, my balls tingling, ready to explode. Another withdrawal, another slow sink, and Elijah’s balls rested against my ass, filling me completely. Fucking stretched to capacity—and fucking perfect.
“Oh my God,” Dakota breathed from beside me, but I couldn’t open my eyes. Couldn’t fucking move, or I’d blow my load all over my stomach.
“Sit on his face, mon coeur,” Elijah murmured, squeezing the base of my dick. “Give him something to focus on.”
Seconds later, the sweet scent of Dakota’s pussy filled my nose, and I dove in like a starved man, delirious with need, like I floated a breath away from being swept into oblivion. I hadn’t even realized she’d sat on my face backward until her hot mouth closed over the tip of my dick.
I dug my hands into her thighs and shoved my tongue up her pussy as far as it would go as Elijah pulled out to
the crown and thrust in. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.
Have to come. A deep growl rumbled my chest. Have to fucking come…
“Please … fucking please,” I pleaded against the satiny skin of her bare pussy lips.
“No coming until I say so,” Elijah said, his low voice rippling my skin with goosebumps, his hand a vise around the base of my cock.
“Fuck!”
He thrust again, and I grunted against the exquisite torture of his hard cock rubbing against my inner walls, making me mad with the need to fucking come.
Dakota took me deep, the head of my dick rubbing the back of her throat as Elijah set up a steady pace of retreat and thrust—I was done for.
My balls erupted without permission, jerking my cock against Dakota’s throat, shooting, pulsing, spurting as she hummed around my length, her pussy muffling my curses. She swallowed down every drop, but my dick didn’t soften.
I groaned a few f-bombs, Elijah’s stroking on my inner walls jacking me back up to the edge in a matter of seconds.
Dakota lifted off me, and I forced my eyelids up to find her propped on her elbows beside me, fingers deep in her pussy, lips parted, watching as Elijah fucked my ass.
He planked over me on his hands beside my shoulders, the black of his eyes swirling—maddening in its darkness. “You’re going to pay for that,” he murmured. He thrust deep enough I saw stars again and captured my mouth. Dueling for dominance—fighting to survive the onslaught of his alpha nature, of his unspoken demand I submit to him.
Heart locked away, I gave him my body, my mind. “Fuck me, Elijah,” I growled against his lips. “Hard. Fast. Come deep inside me.”
Two words tore from his mouth in a language I didn’t understand, but they faded from my ears as his dick pulsed inside me, shooting tingling heat into my body.
“Oh, fuck!” My jaw clenched and back arched as he continued to empty, every spurt like life-giving force awaking every sense in me.
Still pulsing, he pulled out, leaving me empty. Hot as hell and strung with the need to fuck.
“Take her.”
I rolled between Dakota’s thighs without thought, obeying Elijah’s command and filling her pussy with one savage thrust. My inner animal unleashed, fucking into her without thought beyond coming. Taking. Devouring.
My ears rang, muffling her cries and my grunts. Her nails dug into my back, but the sting didn’t hinder me from trying to split her in two—pushing her toward the headboard with every thrust of my hips.
“Jon!” Dakota shrieked, and her pussy clamped down on me, pulling, milking.
A guttural cry flew from me, and I shoved my face in her neck, arms wrapped around her body, and buried deep, my release so damn euphoric, I felt like my soul fucking soared through the sky.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Dakota
Jon’s eyes had been closed almost the entire time Elijah fucked him, and with how he whimpered, with how he moaned, I wondered if he’d only agreed because it’s what I wanted. His brow remained dented with a frown long after we cleaned up.
While we’d snuggled on the couch and enjoyed some wine, Jon making his jokes about his no-longer virgin ass and acting all carefree, I swore an unsettled energy emanated from him, making me believe he wasn’t as comfortable as he made out to be.
Climbing into bed between the two men seemed so right, felt so perfect. Having Elijah at my back, Jon against my front, nothing sexual, but gentle caresses and languid kisses … I couldn’t have asked for more, physically. I felt cherished, but the emotion couldn’t override my sense that something was off.
Jon and I stared at each other in the dim light filtering in through the drapes attempting to shut out the city.
I’d been satisfied in so many ways that night, but as always when near Elijah, my body refused to rest. He spooned my backside, his breath hot on my neck, hand rubbing my thigh and revving me back up as his cock swelled and dug into the back of my leg.
Sure Jon hurt somehow, I opened my mouth to stop what was bound to happen again, but he pressed his fingertips to my lips and scooted away, taking his body heat with him. “I want to watch,” he whispered what I had earlier, and my pussy pulsed in response.
“May I love you, mon coeur?” Elijah murmured against my ear and reached between my thighs.
Wetness seeped from my needy pussy, and I nodded even though my mind wanted to consider saying no.
Elijah teased my opening, rimming and pressing in slightly, but didn’t give me what my body wanted.
My lips parted as my breaths heightened, and I continued to stare at Jon, watching Elijah’s hand drive me near destruction.
The hardness of Elijah’s cock promised what I needed, and I pressed against him, whimpering.
Elijah rolled me to my back, breaking my gaze from Jon.
Pale eyes glinted in the darkness, piercing me with so much emotion my breath caught. He cradled my head in his hands and dipped low, sweeping his soft lips across mine. I whimpered again, and he slid his tongue between my lips.
Heat flushed through my body, and all thought fled except for the need to be filled by him. I clutched at his back with my hands, my heels digging into his ass. “Please.”
He flexed beneath my hold, notching his cock inside me with a groan. “Mon coeur, so perfect.” A groan rose from his chest as he slowly sank into my pussy, his mouth capturing my lips once more.
“Goddamn.” Jon’s low, breathless voice flitted through my mind, erasing all thought.
Elijah pulled out to the crown and sank back in, drawing a groan from all three of us. I yanked with my heels, desperate for him to lose control and fuck me like I expected he wanted to. Bridled lust, bridled passionate fury trembled the muscles beneath my hold.
“Let go, Elijah,” I whispered against his lips as he backed out again, leaving me so damn empty I wanted to cry. “I want it all.”
A growl rumbled the chest pressed against mine, and he thrust in deep, pulling a gasp from my lips. “Again.”
He obeyed, thrusting deep and capturing my mouth. Devouring as though I belonged to him, body and soul.
I dug my fingernails into his back and held on, lifting my hips to meet his driving hips. Pleasure, hot and bright, slid along my spine, breaking across my skin, and I moaned my need for him to fuck me harder.
As though hearing my thought, Elijah plowed into me over and over again, the wet sound of Jon jerking himself beside us adding fuel to the fire smoldering inside me. Flames burst to life, and I arched beneath Elijah, my climax shrieking through me with hurricane force.
“God! Oh …God!”
Elijah buried against my womb and growled, his cock swelling impossibly large before releasing. Hot spurts coated inside me as he continued to fuck into me with abandon, and a second climax rushed over me, stealing my breath.
Jon’s deep groan, one I well-recognized, barely registered through the ringing in my ears as Elijah stilled and I fought to keep my footing in reality. His forehead resting on my mine, Elijah breathed heavily, his sweet exhales caressing my mouth.
“So lovely,” he whispered, cradling my head again. “So beautiful.” A few French sayings flitted past his lips, but he pressed his full lips against mine, stealing my thought to ask what he’d said.
Jon rolled from the bed, and Elijah lifted his head, trailing a thumb over my bruised lips. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I squeezed my inner walls around his softening length, drawing another groan from him.
“You need to rest, mon coeur.”
Releasing a heavy sigh, I loosened my hold on his body, biting my lip as he pulled away. Coolness from the air conditioning slid over my damp skin, and I shivered.
“Okay, baby?” Jon asked, wiping between my thighs with a warm towel as Elijah strode toward the bathroom.
“Yeah.” I smiled and turned my attention on him, guilt over not realizing he’d returned to my side twisting my stomach. “You?”
“Mmm.” He tos
sed the damp towel aside and pressed his lips to mine. “Need to sleep.”
I hummed my agreement even though I felt the need to press for an answer to my question. He stretched out on his back beside me, lacing his fingers through mine.
Elijah returned and spooned my backside again, and although both soon breathed heavy with sleep, my mind refused to rest. My worry over Jon’s sudden distance grew, souring my stomach and haunting my mind. Sure I had unintentionally hurt my love, I lay in bed long after both men slept, tears clogging my throat, nausea rolling my stomach.
Jon rolled away in his sleep, curling in on himself like a child. A mere two feet away, but it seemed a mile.
I chewed the inside of my lip to death and tears slid down my cheeks, but I didn’t stir from Elijah’s gentle hold. Couldn’t. Didn’t want to. I needed Jon to return to me, to us. Come back to what we’d agreed to, because I wasn’t nearly ready to let go of the growing emotions that had burst to life in my chest as Elijah had made love to me.
****
I woke, bleary-eyed and groggy. Groaning, I rolled toward Jon, but cold sheets met my hand. Jerking upright, I blinked, bringing into focus the empty bed in front—and behind me.
“Hey, baby.”
I whipped toward the other side of the apartment to find Jon lounging on the couch in nothing but shorts, a cup of coffee in his hand. “Hey,” I whispered back, swinging my legs to the edge of the bed.
No Elijah, I noted after a quick scan. “Where is he?”
“Gone to his meeting.”
“Already?” I sighed and padded across the large room, naked as a jay and relieved, loving how Jon’s gaze roamed down over my body, lingering on the apex of my thighs as I moved closer to him.
He sipped his coffee, glued gaze sending a tingle of warmth through me. Sitting his mug aside, he reached out a hand toward me.
My heart settled, mind rested as I curled against his hard chest and breathed in the scent of fallen leaves and earth that seemed to cling to his skin. His unbound hair tickled my cheek as I burrowed my face in his neck.
“You were sexy as fuck last night,” Jon murmured against my hair, wrapping his arms around me, and every last trace of anxiety fled my mind. “And Elijah…” He shifted beneath me.