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Shaking my thoughts, of a girl we don't know anything about, free. I try to make this just about sex as I roll on a condom, slick myself with lube and press myself forward, closing the gap between me and them. My cock thuds against the parted crease of her ass where Lynx now holds her cheeks open, her chest plastered to his, their mouths fused together. He fucks up into her in slow, gentle thrusts, nothing sharp or violent like we usually are, but the movements are just as desperate.
It feels strange, as I pepper Poppy's back with kisses, her warm, slick skin sticking lightly to my lips. I whisper soothing words as I circle her puckered hole, slipping past the tight ring of muscle with one slick finger, her entire body shuddering as I pump it slowly inside of her, building her up to a second, scissoring them inside of her when she pushes back into me.
“Such a good girl,” I breathe against the shell of her ear, her head thrown back, light gaze arrowed on me from the corner ofher eye. “You and Lynx are fucking beautiful together, Kitten.” I twist my fingers in her ass, the muscles clenching tight, sucking me deep, a low whine slipping free of her lips, “That's it, you're so ready for me. Can't wait to feel Lynx inside of you too.”
Poppy pants hard, Lynx's gaze coming to mine, pupils blown, dimpled cheek shadowed under the fluorescent blue glow of the lights. Leaning back, I pump more lube onto my cock, drip it down the exposed crease of her ass where Lynx's tanned fingers spear into her flesh, spreading her wide. With one final pump, I slip my fingers free, the head of my cock immediately taking their place and pushing inside of her without any hesitation from her or I.
Her entire body quivers around me, my cock pulsing and hardening even more as I feel Lynx moving shallowly through the thin wall inside of her. Goosebumps raze across my flesh, my dick suctioned so deep inside of her, I wonder how I'll ever be able to pull out. I'm frozen, unmoving, Lynx stilling as he senses my control. I'm not used to slow fucks. Never careful of the other person. This is all… new. Feels different, not wanting to hurt her.
Feels kinda scary.
“You okay, Princess?” King rasps, his own control fucking award worthy because he hasn't even cupped his own dick, despite it pressing against the thin cotton of his underwear, the whole time.
“I'm-” she licks her lips, my gaze so intent on her face, I feel like I can see into her fucking soul. “I feel really full,” she breathes out, adjusting herself on our cocks making both Lynx and I groan loud and low.
“You like it?” King asks her, her hips rolling just once and the way her ass clenches around my cock, I wonder if I might die.
Lilac-blue eyes widening, pupils like saucers, she nods her head, the long, dark, golden streaked tangle of her hair falling over Lynx's side.
“I like it,” she breathes and I can't help my long, hard thrust.
She gasps hard, but pushes back, Lynx flexing beneath her, his cock throbbing against mine inside of her. And with an approving nod from King, the pair of us move.
I fuck her like I've never fucked anyone before. I pull out, Lynx pushes in. The give and take making a vein pulse in my temple, sweat dripping down my spine, even as my fingers can’t help but drum over her ribs in a staccato rhythm.
The little breathy noises she makes, the way her ass clasps my cock like it was made just for me, all of it has me seeing stars. I hammer my way inside of her like I'm trying to burrow my way into her gut, my hips slamming into her ass, the back of Lynx's hands still between us. I knock his hands away, not that he seems to mind as he fists her hair, rolls her tit and bites into the bone of her jaw.
The palm of my hand claps her ass cheek, red instantly rushing to the surface of her pale skin as I draw out of her. Slamming my way back inside with the finesse of a feral caveman. I slap her flesh, one cheek and then the other, alternating between hard, sharp thrusts. Her pale skin heats my own as my pelvis smacks into her. The abused skin bright red and burning hot.
Lynx's hands come to mine where they fold over her shoulders, crushing her further into his chest as I rise up on my knees and fuck her like an animal. My head thrown back, her ass gripping my cock like a vise, my cock swells and swells and swells and thenboom.I'm coming so hard I see stars. Breath held, chest puffed up, my movements slow, the hard slamming turning to nothing more than uneven stutterings of my hips, my fingers still tapping over her ribcage. I collapse over top of her just as she comes. Lynx coming too. Our collective heavy pants echoing around the room like we're in an amphitheater.
Lynx arches up, finding my face over her shoulder, I dip my own down to meet his lips in a searing hot kiss. All of the warm familiarity ofuscoming swarming back in.
We stay like that, the three of us piled atop one another, our breaths too shallow to be comfortable with crushed lungs. And I know I should move, lift my huge weight off of the girl who just let me take her ass for the first time. Unknowingly, helping me reconnect with the boy I think, just maybe, I might love. But it's King's hands that come beneath mine, rolling my weight off of them and rolling me onto my side, cock slipping free, wet against my thigh.
I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as King cradles Poppy in his thick arms, lifting her from the bed and disappearing with her into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar so the blue light filters in.
I roll towards Lynx, pulling off the condom and dropping it lazily to the floor.
“I missed you,” I whisper, my eyes closing as Lynx drops his head onto the same pillow.
His heavy breath on my lips, his hand coming to my face, the touch of his palm solid as it smooths over my cheek, curling over the side of my throat. A heavy, comforting weight.
“I missed you too,” he rasps, and it's the last thing I hear before everything goes black.
Chapter 12
BENNETT
My nose wrinkles at the scent. It smells like fall in here, pumpkin without the spice, vanilla, salted butter, warm and homey, but somehow cold in this room. There's none of my younger brother in this dorm. The one he was not supposed to be sharing. Especially with a female.
Dancing my fingers across the small desk, on what is clearlyherside. A few textbooks piled atop it, a black uncapped pen, a half finished kid's juicebox, the cardboard crushed in the center, the concertinaed bend of the straw pinched closed. There are floral patterned sheets on the bed beneath the window, an undressed mattress on the opposite side of the room, pushed up against the wall. But I know this is Lynx's room. His small cluster of belongings that he uses daily sits in cardboard boxes beside the unmade bed. Cologne, hairbrush, hockey jersey balled up on top.
Pinching the material of my designer pants at mid-thigh, I tug and pull them up to sit down on the made bed, the fabric stretching tight across my thick thighs, surrounded by that soft feminine scent as I rustle the linen. That's when I get a hint of him, Lynx's berry-cedar scent flooding up from the cold fold of the sheets.
A brow lifting on my forehead, lips pulling into somewhat of an impressed smirk.Good job, little bro.
Taking my time surveying the room. Eyeing all of the little touches that reveal things about the woman my brother is likely fucking. There're little lights strung up over the window, small round bulbs linked on a black string. A plum coloured throw blanket screwed up in the desk chair, a hairbrush full of dark and light stands balanced on the very edge of a shelf over the refrigerator.
