by K. A Knight
She groans and arches into my touch, rubbing her pussy on my hand to try and get me to move. Chuckling, I spank her pussy in reprimand, and when she cries out, I drag my fingers down her lips, parting them before sliding them across her wetness and flicking her clit in reward.
“I’ve been imagining touching this cunt for years,” I tell her as I feel her heartbeat thumping against my hand around her throat. I slowly rub her clit as I speak calmly, honestly. It’s the only other time outside of numbers I ever do—with her. “Tasting it, watching it turn pink from my tongue, that pretty little hole pulsing as I fuck it…”
“Riggs,” she breathes, arching higher into my touch as she tries to grind herself against my hand. I pull away slightly, stroking around her clit until she sags, and then I return to rubbing her methodically—slow enough to build her up, but not fast enough to send her over the edge. I keep her there, caught between pleasure and frustration. Her eyes flash in defiance, but she doesn’t try to stop me.
“I carefully planned each moment,” I carry on. “Visualising every possible way I could touch you, imagining how your cunt would taste.” Trailing my fingers down, I dip them inside of her and fuck her with them twice, stretching her around them as she whimpers before I suddenly pull them out and she growls in frustration. I raise my hand to my mouth and suck my fingers clean, and now it’s my turn to groan. My eyes close in bliss—she tastes like freedom, like that feeling when a dive goes perfect, or when the numbers match up.
She tastes like perfection.
Opening my eyes, I slam her harder into the wall, careful of her injuries. “Don’t fucking move,” I demand as I drop to my knees and rip open her thighs. I’m wild with the need to taste more of her, to feel her cream drip across my tongue and lips. I stare at her pretty pink pussy, the light allowing me to see it, and her throbbing clit. Her pulsing, pretty little hole, which I’m going to fill, glistens, clearly showing me her desire.
She buries her fingers in my hair, trying to pull me closer, but I resist. The slight tug of pain makes my grip tighten until I know it will bruise. When she stops trying to control me, I lean in and lick a long line from the top of her pussy to her ass, tasting every inch of her. I do it again and again before dipping my tongue inside of her, seeking more of her delicious nectar.
She whispers my name, rolling her hips as she tries to find her release, but she will only get it when I’m good and ready, and I’m not yet. Circling her clit, I tease her with my tongue before flattening it and dragging it over her nub, back and forth, and then I suck it into my mouth and hum. She jerks in my grip, crying out as I suck it hard before popping it free and blowing my breath across it.
“Oh God, please!” she begs.
Grinning, I lap at her clit as I trail my fingers up her thigh to her cunt and dip them into her, holding them there while I consume her. She clenches around my digits, and I know she’s close, so I curl my fingers, stroking her walls as I lash her clit, forcing her to reach her orgasm.
“Come for me,” I murmur against her intimate flesh. “Let it coat my fingers and tongue.”
She tugs at my hair, moving her hips, then she suddenly cries out as her pussy clamps on my fingers, trying to keep them inside of her as she rides through her release. I lick her gently, softly, until she slumps away from me, and then I pull my fingers free and suck them clean before licking her hole, tasting her release, before I sit back and stare up at her.
Her chest is flushed, cheeks too, and her mouth is parted as she pants. She stares down at me like she’s never seen me before. “First of many, babe. We have years to make up for.”
“Hell yes,” she mumbles and strokes my face, cupping my cheek as her thumb rubs my wet lips. “Fuck me, Riggs, like we’ve always wanted. I’m tired of waiting, I want you.”
It’s all she has to say. I surge to my feet and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue as I back her into the wall again. I capture her hands and raise them, twining our fingers together as we kiss deeply.
I want to look into her eyes the first time I thrust into her though, so I pull away, breathing heavily myself, as she hooks a leg around my waist, opening her pussy to me. I reach down and stroke my hard cock before pressing it to her entrance. Her eyes tighten slightly, her lips curling up. “I love you,” she whispers, and I slam into her with one smooth thrust, burying myself in her tight cunt.
Both of us groan, and my eyes nearly cross. She’s so fucking tight, so wet and hot. She feels like a silken glove around my cock, and when she moans, it vibrates through her, going straight to my balls until I have to move. I have to, or I’ll explode from one thrust like a virgin. I pull out and push back in, slowly at first before speeding up, aware the others could wake at any time and come find us.
Let them. Let them watch me fuck my girl.
She may be theirs, but she’s mine right now. She’s taking my cock, kissing my mouth, and caressing my skin.
Mine.
She gasps against my lips and tightens her hands around mine as we move together. Years of repressed desire explode through us, and we can’t get enough. Our kiss is sloppy as our skin rubs together, and the sound of our slapping bodies is loud in the little cavern.
“More,” she demands, and what my girl wants, she gets.
Pulling from her pussy, I quickly turn her and press her chest into the wall. I kick open her legs and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Don’t move or I stop, do you understand?”
She nods as I pull her ass out, grip her hips, and slam into her again. I hammer into her from behind, angling my cock so it hits that spot that has her moaning continually as her hands scratch at the walls and she pushes her ass back to meet my thrusts.
She’s a fucking sight to behold. Her tight, perky ass. All those muscles, that strength, yet such softness, such submission and heat. It has my balls drawing up and my spine nearly bowing as I hold back my release, wanting to feel hers around my dick first.
“Riggs—” Her breath hitches as I slam into her. “I’m so close—please—I need—” Her plea ends in a scream as I pinch her clit, sending her over that edge once more.
Her tight pussy clamps around me like a vice as I struggle to pull out and push back in, pulling my release from me. I explode inside of her, filling her with my cum as I plaster myself to her back, feeling her body quiver as I fight to stay upright. We’re both spent and panting as I lean into her back, kissing her shoulder, unable to move.
“I love you too, Peyton,” I murmur. “You’re the perfect equation.”
Her head turns slightly, and I see her smile, even as her eyes remain closed, and for a stolen moment, we just stand here, connected and in love.
“Oi, fuckers. Captain Cock is waking up, so you might wanna hurry up and get dressed. I have a feeling he won’t be as kind about seeing the whole sharing thing.” Fin laughs, and then I hear him wander away.
“How long was he standing there?” Peyton asks with a snigger.
“Who knows? He’s always been a pervert.” I grin as I pull out of her body and tuck my cock away before turning her. I cup her cheeks as I kiss her soundly, and then I kiss her eyes and cheeks too. “Come on, beautiful, let’s get you back in there and find something to eat and drink. You need the energy.”
I help her wash in the stream, and hand in hand, we head back to the others.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Peyton
I’m naked. Everyone turns to me as I walk out holding hands with Riggs. Kalen’s eyes narrow before running down me. Fin whistles and fake slaps my ass. Tyler… Tyler’s eyes flash with jealousy before he turns away, hunching over the fire he’s starting. I frown and share a look with Riggs. We communicate through that one action, and then he nods, lifts my hand, and kisses my knuckles before letting go. My heart flutters from the gesture. Smiling, I head over to Tyler and stroke my hand down his shoulder. “Can we talk?”
“Kinda busy, baby,” he grumbles, the endearment slipping free before
he sighs.
“Please?” I ask sweetly, knowing he’s pissed.
“Kay, come do the fire so Tyler can stop ignoring me,” I request. Kalen snorts but comes over, relieving Tyler, who stands back. He continues to ignore me before he rounds his shoulders, looks at me, nods his head to the side, and then storms away. I follow, sharing a look with Fin, who shoots me a thumbs-up for good luck.
We walk past the stalagmites and rocks in the corner, and then Tyler leans back against them.
“What, Andrews?” he snaps. Okay, so we’re back to using my last name. He’s mad. I get it. I fucked Riggs, and he knows that.
“You can be mad, it’s okay,” I tell him as I step closer. He flinches when I lay my hands on his chest, grinding his jaw as he usually does when he’s trying to bite his tongue. “I fucked him.” He flinches again like I slapped him, and I smile but refuse to soften the blow. If this is going to work, he needs to know what’s going to happen. If he can’t handle it now…I need to know. I don’t know if I can step back from loving the others when I’m this close to having what I’ve always wanted, but I also can’t hurt Tyler again.
“I did,” I murmur. “It doesn’t mean I don’t love you or don’t want you.” I allow myself to be vulnerable, knowing it’s the only way for him to see the truth. We can’t dance around this. “It means I love him too. I need to know if you can handle it. I know you all decided to…share me” —I stumble over the words— “but the reality is a little different. I need to know, Tyler.”
“Will it make a difference if it hurts me…or if I can’t handle it?” he asks with a scoff.
“Yes,” I answer seriously, “because I hurt you once, and I refuse to do it again, even if it means losing them. Even if it means I’m miserable for the rest of my life. I will never—” I step forward, pressing myself against him and holding my eyes steady on his blue ones I know better than my own. “I will never hurt you again. I can live without all of you, it killed me before, but I can do it. Yet I can’t live with breaking your heart.”
He stares down at me, and gradually, his face softens. “Baby,” he whispers before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. I shiver, and he sighs, kissing the top of my head and holding me close like he used to. “I don’t know. It hurt to see, I’ll admit, but I don’t want you to be in pain either. You love them, I love you, I agreed to try it. It doesn’t mean I won’t get jealous or walk away for a while to cool down. It’s going to be a learning curve, but I also don’t want you to hide it because it’s a relationship with them as well, and they deserve more than sneaking around to protect my delicate sensibilities.”
Fuck, how can one man be so amazing?
“I love you,” is all I can say in response. “I’m sorry it hurt you to see us together.”
“I can think of a way to make it better.” He smiles slowly as his eyes darken, giving me a smouldering look as his hands slide down my back to my ass, squeezing it.
“Yeah?” I purr as he pulls me closer. I feel the beads of the bracelets scrape along my skin as he softly spanks my ass. Closing my eyes, I tip my head back as his lips descend, brushing along my cheek and neck. “I can’t believe you still wear your bracelets.”
“Of course I do. Even when I hated you, I still loved you,” he murmurs against my pulse. “I’ll always love you. I wore them to carry a piece of you with me at all times, so we could explore the world together like we always promised.”
“You big fucking softie,” I whisper, rubbing my breasts against him.
“I’ll show you just how hard I can be, baby,” he retorts, biting my neck.
“They’re going to hear us,” I murmur breathlessly, and his blue gaze turns down, locking on me intently. The love of my life, one of them, is offering me what I want, again.
“So?” he whispers. “Let them. It’s nothing they haven’t heard before, baby, and I’ve been waiting three years to fuck our problems out… Unless you don’t want to?” he teases.
I narrow my eyes and throw myself at him. He catches me with a laugh as my legs wrap around his waist and backs me into the rock, his hand going to my hair and his mouth descending on mine.
“Fuck me,” I demand against his mouth.
“That’s the plan, baby. Fuck you so hard you can’t ever walk away from us again,” he mutters.
Hell yes.
Pressing my back against the rock, he holds me in place as he cups my breast, kneading the plump flesh as he kisses me. His skilled fingers tweak my nipple just the way I like it, bordering on the edge of pain, but then he twists it again, forcing the ache through my body until I moan loudly and he grins against my lips. Oh, so that’s the game we’re playing, is it?
He wants them to hear, wants to make me scream while they listen.
I hear their conversations halt for a moment before Fin laughs and they carry on, no doubt trying to ignore the obvious noises leaving my lips. “Ty—” I whimper when he releases my nipple before tweaking the other one and pinching it into a hard point. He pulls his mouth from mine and lowers his head, sucking one into his mouth. Leaning against the rock, I close my eyes as pleasure sparks through me, arcing from my nipple to my clit. I’m still sore from Riggs, but I wouldn’t stop this for anything in the world. I’ve been imagining this for three years—being back in his arms, feeling him touch me, kiss me…sliding his cock inside me.
Like he knows the direction of my thoughts, his hand slowly strokes across my belly, along that spot he knows relaxes me like jelly, before he caresses lower. He slowly rubs along my pussy lips, teasing me tenderly, even as his teeth tug at my nipple.
“Please,” I whisper pleadingly, though I don’t know what I’m asking for. But Tyler always does, because he knows my body better than me. He knows exactly what to stroke, pinch, flick, and rub. He knows how hard and when. Ty’s a master at stoking my pleasure, always has been after spending years learning every dip and curve, but it’s clear he’s intent on learning them again, wiping away those years between us.
His fingers part my lips and drag down my wet pussy before stroking back and slowly circling my throbbing clit. “Please what, baby?” he rasps, releasing my nipple and kissing along my chest as his eyes meet mine. “Fuck you? Taste you?”
“All of it.” I groan and arch up as he kisses my nipples, trying to press them into his mouth.
“I have three years to make up for, Peyton. You’re not rushing me,” he states dominantly. My strong, sure boyfriend is back, the one who used to taste me and touch me for hours without letting me come until he was good and ready.
“We need to get out of here, out of the caves,” I start, and his head comes up. He grips my chin to the point of pain as he forces me to look into his eyes.
“That’s nothing that can’t wait. Now stop making excuses, or I’ll fuck your pussy until I come and leave you wet and wanting. Understand, baby?” he snarls, making me shiver at the strength in his tone. He smiles, knowing I love it when he gets all controlling as his other hand finally moves lower, and he pushes one finger inside me, then another. His eyes never leave me as he stretches me. My mouth opens on a pant, and my eyes try to close in pleasure, but his grip won’t let me.
“I missed this pussy,” he growls, licking his lips as he watches me.
“Yeah?” I groan. “Then show me how much.”
With a chuckle, he leans in and kisses me again as his fingers curl within me, stroking my walls before pulling out and pushing back in, slowly, ever so fucking slowly. He keeps me on a precipice as his tongue tangles with mine.
I lift my hips, urging him on, and he pulls back, banding his arm around my waist. “Grab the rock,” he instructs. I do, just in time for him to let go and drop to his knees. He parts my thighs, grabbing them meanly as he stares at my pussy with hungry eyes, and just when I’m about to snap, he leans in and sucks on my clit. The suddenness of it causes me to jerk, and I nearly fall before I dig my fingers in and hold myself up, draping my legs over his shoulders as h
e attacks my pussy.
He eats it just how I like it—fast and messy.
His tongue drags down my core before dipping inside me. He spears me with it before sliding up and flicking my clit over and over, until I’m on the verge of coming, but then he pulls back and grins at me, his chin and lips glistening with my cream. “Still so predictable,” he murmurs as he sucks his fingers clean. “The first time you come with me again will be around my cock, Peyton Andrews, where you can stare into my eyes and remember just how fucking good we were together.”
Getting to his feet, he grips my hips and leans in to kiss me once again. I taste my cream on his lips as he reaches down, frees his hard cock, and presses it to my pussy. He guides my hips back and forth across it, coating it in my cream as I groan into his mouth and bite him in punishment for not letting me come.
“Peyton,” he snaps as he pulls away. “Behave, or you won’t come at all,” he threatens, and then like he promised, he presses the head of his cock to my pussy and rams into me in one smooth thrust, making me scream. I hear a groan from one of the other guys as I dig my nails into Tyler’s shoulders, holding on as he pulls out and slams back in. I have no way to escape his huge cock as he fucks me hard and fast. It’s a punishment for testing him.
He pushes me into the rock, rubbing me against it to the point of pain. His fingers pinch my clit, sending me over the edge, and then I’m coming around his cock with a cry. He groans and fights through my contracting channel, fucking me through the orgasm until the pleasure crests and then starts to rise again, forcing me back up without even letting me come down. “One.” He grins. “How many can I take from you before they come to check if we’re killing each other or fucking back here?” he wonders out loud.
“God, I hope three at least,” I reply huskily, clawing my nails down his back to cup his ass. “Move faster, fuck me like you hate me.”
With a groan, he anchors his hand around my neck, squeezing it as he pummels into me. He doesn’t care if it hurts or if I enjoy it, he just pounds his cock in and out of my tight hole. The slapping of our bodies is loud in the cavern, and my cream drips from my pussy and down his cock as I close my eyes and gasp for air.