Sins that define us, p.15
Sins That Define Us, page 15
She doesn’t shudder, but I can see her face go a little stormy when I look at her. “But if you didn’t, is there any chance they’ve slipped past your security?”
“Yes,” Phoenix says simply, because he’ll never be arrogant to assume otherwise. “But we’re as safe here as we’ll ever be.”
Alice turns her gaze to me, and I let myself be captured by it. Her eyes are endless pools of wide, black pupil, and my body feels like it’s humming. I can have her now. There’s nothing separating us any longer.
She sucks in a breath as I inch closer, and when my lips are just a breath from hers, I feel Phoenix’s hand against the back of my head, urging me to close the distance. Something about that gesture does it for me. Like it’s cracking the last wall of ice I’ve surrounded myself with.
This isn’t a first kiss, but it damn well feels like it as her lips meet mine. Somehow, as my wife, she tastes differently. She’s warmer, more pliant, sweeter. Her lips part a little easier, and as I glide my hand up her thigh, she parts them like she wants me there and nowhere else.
My prosthetic feels clumsy as I try to situate myself between her legs, and I let out a soft growl as I do my best to get comfortable.
“I had a thought,” Phoenix says, his fingers still carding through my hair.
I look up at him over Alice’s shoulder. “Tell me.”
“The bed upstairs felt pretty large. I think maybe the two of you can go start getting it warmed up while I wait for the boys.”
Something in me twists—a little vicious and possessive because I want Alice to myself, but I also want them in that moment too. I study Phoenix’s face, the honesty resting in the corners of his mouth.
Reaching past Alice, I cup his cheek and draw him forward, and he kisses me long and thoroughly.
“Go,” he whispers when I break away.
Alice is hot between us, and I let her settle back and kiss Phoenix before pulling her to her feet. I feel slightly unsteady, but this has nothing to do with my leg and everything to do with what I know is coming next.
Her hand is trembling against mine as we ascend the stairs, and I all but pull her through the bedroom door. The moment it’s shut, I’m on her. I shove her against the cool wood, one hand pressed beside her head as I open her lips with my own. Her tongue meets mine, the soft dance of need as I bracket her body and kiss down her neck.
“Tell me you want this,” I beg.
She laughs, the sound slightly breathless as she arches into me. “I’ve wanted this for so long I feel insane.”
I don’t have the words to tell her how I feel, so instead, I kiss her again, running my hand down her body until I cup her pussy over her leggings. I can’t wait to strip her bare, but I find myself obsessed with taking a moment to enjoy her just like this: needy, desperate, a barrier between us.
“God,” she gasps, rocking against me.
It’s a damn near thing that I don’t just rip her clothes off right there and take her against the door—and hell, I think she might actually want that. But my little goddess deserves more. She deserves better. So I put my hands on her ass and lift her up in spite of the pain shooting through my knee and thigh.
“Kane,” she moans as I kiss her once more.
I drink in the softness of her groans like they’re giving me life, and I turn, stumbling my way to the bed. Somehow, I manage to make it a smooth transition, and I gently set her on top of the down comforter, which sinks an inch beneath her weight.
It’s white, and the contrast of her olive skin and dark hair is so fucking beautiful I can’t stop staring. She squirms a little like she’s self-conscious and uncomfortable, so I spread her legs and drag my hands up her thighs.
“Sweetness,” I murmur.
I see a ruddy flush decorating her cheeks, and I lean down, nosing along the fresh heat of her blushing skin before tasting her earlobe, and the side of her neck, and finally, her lips again. She huffs quietly, her fingers now tugging at my clothes, but I’m going to take my time.
I know the boys will give me this, so I pull back gently and take her wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of her temples. “Patience,” I warn.
Her jaw tenses, and she looks like she wants to tell me to go fuck myself, but that’s clearly battling her will because she knows there will be a reward if she listens.
“Such a fucking good girl,” I murmur. I release one of her wrists, then the other when she doesn’t move, and my hand goes for her shirt. The most she does is lift her back so I can get it up over her head, and when her full breasts are exposed, I can’t help but put my mouth to them.
I cup one with a firm hand, using my teeth on the other. Her dusky brown nipples peak, and I run my tongue over one, then move to the other until her hips are moving. It doesn’t take me long to straddle her and pin her down with some of my weight, and she moans as I drag a hand down her exposed stomach, tracing the slight curve there, then dipping into the waistband of her leggings.
“Here, little goddess? You want me here?”
She takes a few calming breaths as I pull back and meet her gaze. “I need you to fuck me, Kane. Please.”
There’s something so raw and intense about the simplicity of her request. She’s not performing. She’s not begging. She’s stating a literal need, and I realize not a goddamn force in this universe could stop me. There’s time to draw it out later. The boys will be up, and they’ll play her body like an erotic symphony. But I’ve denied her and myself for too damn long.
It’s time to make amends.
Slipping away, I stand up and take all my weight on my leg as I peel off my shirt. The bow tie is long gone, as is the vest, but my fingers fumble a little with my belt, and it takes me even longer when I drop my trousers and begin to roll down the prosthetic sleeve.
Alice watches, her gaze moving from my hands to my face. It feels strange and more than a little naked to be on display for her like this. It’s not the first time she’s seen me without clothes, or without the prosthetic, but this feels…different.
“Everything,” she says. “Take off everything.”
I look her in the eyes as my prosthetic falls to the side, and I place my knee on the bed. “Your wish is my command.” I shed the shirt last, letting it fall at my foot before shuffling all the way onto the bed.
Her legs part for me, and I hook her waistband again, peeling away the leggings and her panties in one swift movement. She lifts her hips with the grace of flowing water, and suddenly, she’s bare beneath me.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her body either, but the air between us is charged, and for the moment, I feel like a fumbling virgin.
When I part her legs, exposing her to me, I can see she’s already wet. My fingers confirm, feeling her contract around me, soaking my fingertips, and she moans loudly when I push them all the way in.
“Beautiful,” I say. Have I said it before? I’m not even sure what’s fallen from my lips, but I can’t bring myself to care.
I grasp myself and give a couple of firm strokes as I gently lift one of her legs, and as she sucks air into her lungs, I place the head of my cock against her. For a moment, it seems like time has stopped. There are no ticking clocks, the world isn’t turning, the earth stopped moving through space.
Then she exhales, and I push in, and suddenly, it begins again.
Her back arches as I breech her, her tight pussy immediately clenching around me. I stop moving almost immediately. I don’t want to hurt her. Instead, I lower myself to an elbow and cup her face. “Let me in, darling girl.”
“I—” She looks lost, so I kiss her until I feel her sweet little cunt give and I can ease in another inch. Her body starts to meld into mine as my tongue strokes over hers, and it’s not long before I’m fully sheathed.
She’s hot and she’s wet and she’s quivering around me, and it feels like fucking heaven. My fingers tangle in her hair as I give a gentle thrust, and she moans, her lips parting even further. It turns the kiss sloppy, and when I pull back, she’s staring at me with a half-lidded, wrecked gaze.
“Hello, beautiful,” I murmur.
She huffs and tries to hide a smile, but she can’t. She squeezes around me, and I lose my breath for a second, unable to stop my hips from stuttering up even deeper inside her. She gasps and wraps one leg around me, holding me in place.
It’s never been like this before. Ever. I’ve made love as many times as I’ve fucked rough and hard, but with Alice, it’s not the same. I suppose it’s foolish of me to have ever thought it would be, but I didn’t think it could be this way.
“Husband,” she murmurs softly.
I lean in and knock my forehead against hers as I drag one hand down her thigh, urging her leg to spread out to the side. It gives me that last little bit of room to slot my hips against hers as she takes me as deep as I can go.
“Wife,” I say when she catches her breath.
Her eyes go hot and a little glassy. She starts to get restless, so I push-pull just a little, a slow, heavy rhythm of rolling hips. I feel her arching into it, feel the way her kisses become little more than panting into my mouth, revel in the way her nails scratch at my back, and it’s too much and not enough all at once.
It only takes a second for her to regain some of her composure, and her hand drags down my front, past my thigh, and cups my balls. That nearly sends me over the edge as I pant hard, trying to keep my control.
“Little goddess, you really want this to be over soon?”
“I want to see you lose it,” she says, squeezing down around me again.
My eyes slam shut as I bite the inside of my cheek, and I have to stop moving for a moment. “You’re a fucking menace.”
“And you put a ring on it,” she says.
I pull back to meet her gaze again, and then I take her hand by the wrist and kiss the band sitting on her finger. “I would do it again and again. Every fucking day until the world ends.”
She makes a choked-off little moan, then uses her hips to urge me to move again. I comply, this time not so soft. This time, I snap forward, filling her so hard and so completely she lifts off the sheets. I wrap my arms around her back as I pound her sweet little cunt, holding her half upright, keeping her filled and wanting and needy and desperate.
She grasps at my back with sharp nails, and the sting keeps me going as I manage to get my hand between us. Her pussy lips are swollen, and they part easily with a drag of my thumb as I find her clit and rub in a firm, slow circle.
She whimpers and shakes, and I feel it coming seconds before she falls apart. Her mouth drops open, and her grip on me gets tighter. Her cunt tightens enough that it sends me to another fucking plane…
And then she’s spilling.
It’s a rush of warm wetness, bathing my cock, and the way it slips into her after that is a fucking dream. As she trembles through the aftershocks, I lay her down gently and slow myself, not wanting to overstimulate her.
Somewhere behind me, I hear the door open—just a soft click—followed by a cacophony of feet. I hear a groan then, and two of our boys start kissing while I feel Phoenix’s large hands trace up my back.
“She’s wonderful, isn’t she?” he whispers. His hands drift over my ass, between my legs, fingers prodding where I’m still inside her. He slips in with me, and that almost snaps my control.
“I can’t,” I gasp.
Phoenix just chuckles, and then he pulls out, but instead of stepping back, his slick finger pushes against my rim and settles inside me.
“Shit,” I gasp, clenching around him. My cock twitches, making Alice moan, and Phoenix laughs again. “Baby, please…”
“You want me like that?” he asks. “You want me to fuck your ass while you’re in her tight cunt?”
“God, please do that,” comes James’ voice from behind my right shoulder. His voice is a little strangled, and I know if I look over to see what Ari’s doing to him, I’ll shoot my load, and I want to wait. I want to fill her with the four of us around her.
Phoenix leans in and bites my shoulder as his free hand moves around to touch the side of Alice’s face, then lower to the swell of her breast. “And you, princess? What do you think of that?”
“I think I’ll be able to come at least two more times if you’re fucking him while he’s inside me,” she says.
I grit my teeth and tell my body that it cannot betray me now. I’m not a young man anymore, so if I fire off now, that’s it for the night, and I will not deny her. Not tonight.
“Do it,” I growl, and Phoenix steps back, but I know he’s not going far. The nightstand is fully stocked, and I can hear him rummaging around for what he needs to make it happen. Reaching out with my left hand, I look over just in time to see Ari smirk and give a naked James a hard shove into my grasp.
I fumble but manage to get his cock and stroke it as I lean up on my knees. James falls forward, catching himself on his hand, his cheeks already red. He’s too easy—falling apart from a handful of touches. His body is as sensitive as his soul is, and the one thing the boys do best is pull him apart.
“Are you ready?” I murmur as he shuffles closer.
He lets out a hard grunt, and I glance behind him to see that Ari is kneeling and feasting on his ass. “Uhg,” he says again.
I laugh and tip his chin up to kiss him, and he lets me, though he’s already too far gone to kiss back. When I pull away, I look at Alice, who’s watching us with heated eyes. “You like that, little goddess?”
“Will you make him come?” she asks.
James is close enough now for me to reach his cock without stretching too far for it, and I stroke up and down several times, watching his body shudder with want. “I’ll give him anything he wants. He just has to ask nicely.”
James lets out a little sob as I hear a laugh behind me, and my grin quickly turns into something else as Phoenix uses both hands to spread my ass wide. He blows a warm puff of air along my hole before searching fingers graze my balls, all the way up to where I want him most.
My cock twitches again, and Alice lets out a little moan, so I thrust forward as Phoenix breeches me with a single finger. I moan, trying to focus on Alice and on James, but it’s not easy. This isn’t the first time I’ve been with the boys together, but it’s the first time with our goddess in bed with all of us.
“Fuck me,” I tell Phoenix. I don’t want prep. I don’t want softness. I want to open up on his fat cock, and I want him to fuck me into oblivion as I drive my own dick into our sweet girl.
Phoenix lets out a hard breath, but he removes his fingers and lines up behind me, one hand on my hip, the other dragging his cock around my hole until it catches on the rim. The push inside is agonizingly slow, and I take every inch until he’s as deep as he can get.
My head is spinning now, and my balls are heavy, and it’s all I can do to keep from coming.
“Kane,” Alice says quietly. “Make James come.”
I manage to pry my eyes open to look at James, who’s sobbing against the pillow above Alice’s head, clinging to her hair with rough fingers. Just below my hand where I’m holding James’ dick, I can feel Ari playing with his balls, and I know our good, sweet boy won’t come without being told he can.
So I lift my head a little higher and give him a sharp tug. “You like that, James?”
He whimpers and nods, and Ari must do something he likes because that noise turns into a rough growl.
I grin and look down at Alice before I pick up my thrusts. It’s all I can do to say focused, though, because that’s when Phoenix speeds up his own rhythm, the force of his thrusts driving me hard into Alice. She squeezes around me and moans.
“James,” I grit out.
He looks up at me, his eyes wild, and I’m not quite sure he sees me, but he’s trying.
“There you are, sweet thing,” I murmur.
Ari sits halfway up, and he urges James’ thighs to close, and then he begins thrusting between them. James lets out a moan, and his cock throbs in my hand. He’s so close it’s a wonder he’s still holding on.
I open my mouth to command him, but Alice reaches over for James just as Phoenix me to thrust inside her, and she grips him by the hair, lifting his face so his gaze can meet hers. “Come, James. Come now.”
And he does.
His head bows, and he spills over my knuckles as I stroke him through it until I get lost in my own pleasure. Phoenix changes angles, nailing my prostate, and in that moment, all I can think about is how full I am and how Alice is squeezing around me.
My eyes are closed once more, and I’m lost in the symphony of her soft cries, and Phoenix’s hard grunts, and Ari’s stuttered breath. A hand cards through my hair, and I know it belongs to my precious, silent lover. He holds me as he comes hard between James’ legs, and it’s that moment I allow myself to finally let go.
The orgasm blinds me. Everything goes white, even though my eyes are shut. It’s like a camera flash, which steals my consciousness for half a minute, and when I come to, I’m lying with my face between Alice’s breasts, her hand in my hair stroking gently, Phoenix still buried in my ass.
I can feel my come dripping out of Alice as my softening cock slips free, and Phoenix takes the opportunity to lift me by the hips and finish himself off with four hard thrusts. He fills me, making my entire body shudder, his kisses raining down along the back of my neck.
I’m so fucking in love, I’m not sure I know what to do with it. It’s not in my nature to feel this deeply, to feel this much, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I roll to the side, and Alice tucks my stump between her legs with a tenderness I can barely handle, and then Phoenix wraps around me from behind.
Someone—Ari, most likely—has wet wipes, and he begins the task of cleaning us all up. I open my eyes just in time to see him lean in, and I take the kiss he offers, a nip to my bottom lip before he pulls back. I watch him trace a line of kisses along the back of James’ stump, which is stretched out as far as it can go over Alice, and then I look at her.
Her eyes are open and a little dazed, and the smallest smile is playing at her lips. She fits in the like the piece of the puzzle we had no idea we were missing. We were fine without her, but now, trying to imagine a life without her feels like imagining tearing my own heart out.
