Asking for it, p.17
Asking For It, page 17
I was torn between using both hands to support myself, and reaching for my cock, where it hung aching to be touched.
When Owen reached around to grip my shaft, I groaned at his possessive touch. He yanked hard. Fast. As if demanding I enjoy the moment. And I did. My breath came in short pants as he pumped me fast, but rocked inside me slowly.
Lyn slid three fingers inside herself, dropping her other hand to play with her clit. She was as captivating as she was captivated, making me wonder where to focus. Especially when those intoxicating whimpers started falling past her lips.
Owen moved his hands to my hips, gripping hard and pounding harder. He was done holding back, which means his patience had run out.
Was I smug about that? About pushing him to the point where physical gratification was his core goal? Damn right I was.
But I was out of patience too. I fisted my own cock, choking and stroking. Faster. Harder. In time with Owen’s thrusts. Spurred by Lyn’s mewls. My body tensed at the sensory overload, and reveled in it.
My balls tightened. Stars danced behind my eyes. Pressure built inside and release hovered just out of reach.
And then Lyn made the amazing gasping sound that meant she was coming. Her face screwed up. Her hand moved at high speed. Fuck, she was gorgeous when she was lost in climax.
I came hard, shudders racking my body. Jizz coated my hand and splattered the blanket. I didn’t want to stop, especially with Owen still buried in me, but my energy faded as skin became hyper-sensitive.
Owen’s grip tightened. He was going to leave marks. Good. His grunts were louder than Lyn’s. Roars of ecstasy in the open room. His rhythm increased to high speed, then stuttered to a stop.
He kissed along my spine as he pulled me upright, and reached around to cup my softening cock. The mine in his touch was implied.
And I was. I belonged to him. To her. The three of us were incomplete without each other.
We cleaned up, changed the comforter, and collapsed in a pile on the futon. Lyn buried her face in my chest, and Owen draped an arm over me, pinning me in place.
This was status quo for us, and I had no complaints. “So, when we get home... house shopping?” I liked sharing a room with Owen, but I was tired of living in a hotel. I was even more tired of those nights when Lyn ended up in a different place than us.
“Are you going to buy me a nice one?” she asked.
I loved that she was comfortable asking. “Whatever you want.”
“Hmm...” Her consideration hummed against my skin. “I kind of like where I am.”
I would have made a face, but she wouldn’t see it.
“Kind of?” Owen asked.
She kissed my chest. “Okay, a lot. It’s near my friends. I know it’s not big or grand, but it’s mine. It could be ours.”
So much for giving in easily to us buying her something huge.
“It doesn’t have to be grand, as long as we’re all there.” Of course Owen had to be reasonable.
I let out an exaggerated sigh. “I don’t know if you’re being sappy, or just yourself.”
“Both. Are we talking about moving into Lyn’s place?”
Lyn rolled away enough that she could see me and past me to Owen. “It’s a little cramped for billionaire life.”
“Pretty sure I offered to fix that.” New place. Huge house.
Owen squeezed my hip. “The property next to yours is for sale.” Of course he knew that.
I liked the idea. “It’s a longer commute, but not by much.” I studied Lyn. “You don’t have to decide tonight, but we’re not going anywhere without you.”
She grinned. “Damn right, you’re not.”
I kissed her nose, and leaned back into Owen. This was so perfect, and I was so fucking lucky. To have Lyn. To have Owen. For all of it.
THANK YOU FOR FALLING in love along with Lyn, Kingston, and Owen.
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