21
TYLER
STELLA STILL HAD HER THONG on, and it was bugging the shit out of me.
Because quid pro quo. AJ and I were naked, so she should be, too.
It was only fair.
She turned toward the man between us, mirroring me, kissing his other shoulder as her eyes blazed with challenge. There was no fucking way I was backing down, and I could tell from the stubborn look on Stella’s face that she wouldn’t either.
I grabbed AJ’s chin, leaning him my way. His gaze immediately dropped to my mouth, tongue peeking out to wet his full lower lip. Fuck, he was hot.
I’d thought so since I’d first clapped eyes on him. Tousled curls, sun- darkened skin, bright green eyes.
He closed the distance between us, wrapping a hand around the back of my head and pulling me in. Our lips met. I parted mine, and he followed my lead, and then my tongue was in his mouth, working against his. I rose onto an elbow and deepened the kiss, opening my eyes to throw Stella a taunting look, but I found her staring at me and AJ with the first unguarded
expression I’d ever seen on her face.
Need. Lust. Anticipation.
My dick stiffened against AJ’s thigh. Stella wanted this. And now that I knew it, there was no way I’d let her pretend otherwise. No more using AJ like a shield, no more silently daring each other to back down. If we were going to do it, we were going to fucking do it. Full send.
I broke the kiss, reached over AJ, and hauled her between us. She let out a surprised squeak that had him chuckling, and then an even louder gasp when I grabbed the whisper-thin strap of her silk thong and tore it off her.
My eyes dropped to the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. On
each side was a tiny black heart. Who the fuck had gotten close enough to tattoo her there? And why did I suddenly feel like killing them for it?
Lifting my eyes to AJ’s, I pressed Stella’s thong against my nose, taking a deep breath full of her scent. Sweet. Musky. Just as fucking luscious as I’d feared. Wetness pressed against my lips. Unable to stop myself, I parted them and licked the crotch of the fabric, the flavor of her exploding over my tongue.
“Fuck,” AJ breathed, pupils blown wide as he watched me.
“She’s wet for us,” I told him.
“Is that true, Stel?” He spooned her while facing me, stroking a hand down her stomach. My eyes latched onto the movement, watching with bated breath as he dipped his fingers between her legs. Stella let out a whimper, clenching her thighs around him. “Soaked,” he confirmed.
The smile spreading over my face felt triumphant as I fixated on her small, pert breasts and the nipple rings catching the light. I reached out and gently tugged one, and Stella squirmed onto AJ’s hand.
“How many fingers do you have inside her?” I asked.
“Just one,” he said. “She’s so tight.”
“She can take another,” I told him.
His expression turned wolfish, and I knew exactly when he slipped a second finger into her pussy because they both moaned. Stella’s cheeks turned pink, bottom lip pinched between her teeth as she stared over my shoulder.
Uh-uh. She wasn’t about to get away with that.
I gripped her chin. “Look at me.”
Her eyelids fluttered, another fractured moan slipping through her lips before she met my gaze. Beneath the lust, I saw something else. Something dark, angry. Like she hated that she wanted me. Like she wanted to punish me for it.
Okay. Maybe I did have a little brat in me after all, because the thought of Stella taking out all that pent-up aggression on my body had the head of my cock weeping.
AJ’s arm moved, his hand pumping between her legs, the veins on his forearm starting to pop. “Your girlfriend feels so good,” he told me, and a possessive thrill shot through me to hear the words. “So wet. So warm. Do you want another taste?”
Slick sounds hit my ears as he started to work her faster. The musky
smell of sex filled the air.
“Yes,” I practically growled.
He pulled his hand free with a suctioning noise that had no business being so hot, and lifted it toward me in offering. I parted my lips, saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought of cleaning her off his fingers, but Stella grabbed his wrist out of the air.
“Bad boys don’t get rewards,” she said, and then sucked his fingers down to the bottom knuckle, her eyes locked on mine.
Fuuuck. The sight made my balls tighten. Made me want to do something else to piss her off just to see what she’d do next.
AJ groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder as she hollowed her cheeks and cleaned every last drop of herself off him. And then she opened her lips with a pop and slid his fingers out, excruciatingly slow, maintaining eye contact as her tongue swirled between his fingers. The sight had all the blood rushing from my head straight to my cock, so fast it made me dizzy.
AJ’s eyes turned liquid in the dim light. The look he sent me was both apologetic and imploring. “I want to fuck your girlfriend.”
“I want you to fuck my girlfriend.” The words were out before I could stop them.
Stella raked her nails over my chest. “While my boyfriend shoves his fat cock down my throat.”
My heart skittered to a stop. She didn’t really mean that, did she?
Nah, she couldn’t. This was just her playing her last card, taking things to the point of no return and forcing me to back down. Only, I didn’t want to. And the longer I searched Stella’s eyes, the more convinced I became that she didn’t want to, either.
Everything else between us was fucked up, complicated as hell, but this lust? This was the one simple truth between us, and it could no longer be denied.
She lifted her palm, holding it in front of my mouth. “Spit on it.”
I complied instantly, dick twitching from both the command in her tone and the action itself. She slid her hand behind her, using my spit as lube on AJ’s cock. He met my eyes over her shoulder, his teeth dimpling his bottom lip, and I leaned forward and captured his mouth in another kiss, pinning Stella between us.
He reached forward and wrapped his fingers around my dick for the second time, grip strong and sure as he immediately started working me, not needing any lube because of how much cum I was already leaking.
I nudged Stella’s legs apart and slid my knee to the apex of her thighs, giving her friction where she needed it. Wet warmth immediately coated my skin, telling me just how turned on she was, just how badly she wanted this.
My hands rose to her tits, so small but so fucking perfectly formed, and I rolled my fingers around her nipples, barely bumping the rings, teasing her because I couldn’t help myself.
AJ broke our kiss, and Stella tilted her head to welcome him next, their mouths melding together right in front of me as she worked him, and he worked me, his hand choking my cock, relaxing, stroking, squeezing again.
I ground my leg higher, moving it in a steady motion that Stella met with shuddering thrusts of her own. I tugged both nipple rings at once, and then she was gasping, breaking the kiss, head falling against the pillows as she ground onto me. Her cheeks flushed, and her lips popped open. I grabbed her chin and shoved my thumb into her mouth to give her something to suck on. Her tongue wrapped around my finger while AJ pumped my cock,
and oh, fuck— “I’m close,” I warned.
So was Stella, if her muffled moans were anything to go by.
“Her first,” AJ said.
His grip on me loosened, and I could tell from the way he shunted his hips backward that he’d pulled out of her hand. I kept my knee right where Stella needed it, kept teasing her nipples while AJ nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear with his nose. He said something I didn’t catch, low and encouraging, before parting his lips and stroking his tongue up her neck, just once, before fastening his mouth over her and sucking.
Stella moaned around my finger, breathing hard through her nose, eyes squeezed shut as she moved against me. A shudder wracked her body, her thighs clamped tight, and then she was coming, her hips losing their rhythm, her pussy soaking my leg.
I brought her down gently afterward, easing my thumb from her mouth.
The second she could speak, her eyes flashed open, and she glanced behind her. “Put a condom on. I want to be speared between you.”
Jesus Christ.
AJ groaned, rolling away from her toward a nightstand.
Stella’s eyes roamed over me, slowly, like she was memorizing every inch of my skin. Still a little out of breath from coming, she rose to all fours, mouth tantalizingly close, ass presented to AJ like a present. Her hair brushed my chest as she shifted closer, and then I felt her lips ghost my ear before she whispered, “Gag me like you threatened.”
My cock spasmed, another bead of precum leaking from the tip. Tonight was teaching me things about myself I’d been unaware of before. The fact that I didn’t hate being ordered around in the bedroom. The fact that I might not be as vanilla as I’d always believed. This was my first threesome, and if it was anything to go by, it would not be my last. The hunger rising inside me couldn’t be satiated from this one encounter alone. No, I wanted more.
AJ sprawled out on the bed while Stella rode his face and I sucked him off.
Or him between us, AJ fucking into Stella while I fucked into him. Oh, god.
Stella between him and I, pinned on both our cocks, stuffed so full she couldn’t move.
I rose to my knees, looming over her as AJ rolled a condom on.
Reaching out, I tapped her upper lip, right beside her Monroe piercing. My dick was wide enough that she’d really have to stretch around me, and the backing of it might cut her gums. “This needs to come out, or I’ll end up hurting you.”
Her eyes were liquid pools of night as she stared up at me. “What if I want you to?”
Fuck, she shouldn’t say things like that to me. Didn’t know how much I’d longed to hurt her. That urge had dulled recently, but I wasn’t a good enough man to turn her down if she was offering.
Behind her, AJ rose to his knees on the bed, his flawless cock, now covered by a condom, jutting from a dark thatch of hair, his body golden in the lambent light. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the sight. He’d called Stella and me beautiful, but I’d watched him turn heads at every party we’d attended together, and I knew from the looks on people’s faces that it was less about how much he was worth and more about that pretty face of his was.
He stroked a hand up Stella’s back, and she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, practically purring. Then his fingers were wrapping in her
long hair, and he was dragging her head back, tilting her mouth at the
perfect angle to take my cock.
Our eyes met above her.
“At the same time?” he said.
I nodded, unable to speak, desperate to follow through on my previous threat and stuff her so full of me she couldn’t speak.
Her mouth popped open. I grabbed my shaft and used the head of my dick to paint her lips with precum. In a flash, her tongue darted out, tasting me, and she closed her eyes and hummed with pleasure. Behind her, AJ angled his own cock lower, hips barely pressing forward, his eyes staring straight between the two of them. Fuck, what I would give for a mirror on the ceiling to see what he did.
“Goddamn, you’re tight, Stella,” he said, brows drawing together in concentration.
She couldn’t answer him, because I’d shifted my hips forward just enough to feed the head of my dick into her mouth, and she was too busy
circling her tongue around it.
“Here,” AJ said, indicating her hair.
I took it from him, twirling my hand once to wrap it around my wrist and pull her head back even farther, elongating that pretty neck, straightening her esophagus to make it easier for me to slide into it.
AJ gripped both of her hips, working his way deeper, and the sight nearly undid me. His abs contracted, forearms flexed, jaw clenched like he was barely holding back the urge to pound into her pussy. The thought that even after coming as hard as she had, Stella was still tight enough that she needed to be coaxed made my pulse pound. Because now all I could think about was how it might feel fucking into her before she was ready to take me. Not that I hadn’t already imagined it.
I dropped my gaze back to her mouth. I wasn’t the gentleman that AJ was, and Stella had made it damn clear what she wanted from me, so I was going to give it to her.
Fisting her hair, I held her steady, dropping my other hand to my shaft and lowering it before thrusting forward, shoving my cock to the back of her throat. She choked, and I eased off, but not much.
“Suck,” I told her.
She did what I said, hollowing her cheeks, wet heat tightening around me, a pulling motion easing my next thrust forward. Another peek up at AJ showed him watching me with a hungry look on his face. We met each other’s eyes and then thrust our hips forward at the same time.
Stella made a sound torn between a moan and a cough, but she wasn’t giving me any indicator that she needed a break, so I didn’t give her one.
Instead I thrust again, harder, deeper, forcing the head of my dick into her throat. It was such a tight squeeze that I risked actually choking her, so I slid back out. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath. It was all the reprieve I’d give her. My next thrust was deeper, and she choked again, tears starting to leak from her eyes. The sight was mesmerizing.
“God, I missed this pussy,” AJ said, matching my rhythm, pushing into her with smooth, slow strokes.
Stella made a keening noise that vibrated through my dick, and then she was balancing on one arm, her other hand shoved between her legs as she played with her clit. Her back arched, angling her hips to take AJ deeper. He picked up speed, and so did I, working her harder, fucking into her throat like AJ was fucking into her cunt.
Her face reddened, eyes squeezed shut, mascara leaking down her cheeks as she alternated between moaning and choking and gagging. I watched my cock piston in and out of her swelling lips, knowing her throat would hurt after this, loving the fact that I was finally getting my chance to ruin her like I’d wanted to since that very first night in the tattoo parlor.
I dropped my free hand to my balls, tugging and rolling them, my gaze shifting between what I was doing to Stella, and what AJ was.
“I’m gonna come,” he said. “Stella, baby, you’re going to make me come so fucking hard.”
He frowned, face flushing, chest heaving, eyes laser focused on where he pounded into her. I heard his balls slapping against her skin, the sucking sounds of my dick thrusting in and out of her mouth, the even wetter sounds coming from her pussy, and oh, god, I was going to come, too.
Pressure built at the base of my spine. My dick stiffened, growing even larger inside her. I let go of my balls and grabbed the back of her head, thrusting deep, stars exploding across my vision as I came. Stella gagged and swallowed, the feel of her throat contracting around me prolonging my release. Cum leaked from the seal of her lips, and tears streaked down her
cheeks, even as a low moan hit my ears. She looked completely wrecked as I eased out of her, collapsing backward, shaking from how hard I’d come.
“Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice ragged and raw.
Her eyes flashed open, red from what I’d done to her, and then she clamped her hand onto my thigh to brace herself up, nails biting deep as she thrust backward onto AJ’s cock. From this angle, I could see everything.
Her tits swaying, her other hand working furiously between her legs, AJ’s thighs bunching as he slammed into her.
“Yes, oh, god, yes,” she panted, her eyes clenching shut, lips lifting into a blissed-out smile, a fresh wave of pink darkening her delicate skin.
“Stella! Fuck!” AJ yelled.
They came, together, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
Stella collapsed forward onto me afterward, her chest heaving, skin clammy with sweat. I brushed her tangled hair from her face and wrapped my arms around her, whispering words of affirmation in her ear, telling her how well she’d taken me, how beautiful she’d looked gagging on my cock.
AJ dropped the condom in the trash bin next to the bed and cozied up on her other side. She reached back to draw him closer. His arms slid over her waist and then mine, clasping behind my back, pulling us all together.
I lifted my eyes to the ceiling, my head spinning.
What the fuck had we just done?
And why was I so desperate to do it again?
