Page 42 of A Season Of Sin

Frantic to please our guest, Jace shucks his sweats down to his ankles and kicks them off just as Wolf’s gravelly morning voice greets us. “Fuck, Kid. You couldn’t wait, could ya?” He chuckles and looks around my husband, his eyes mere slits. “Gracie, what the hell are you doin’ all the way over there? Come here.” Wolf crooks a finger and beckons me to the bed.

My oversized t-shirt slides up my thighs as I climb onto the end as Jace continues to inhale Wolf, his own member a bar of steel, heavy and dripping in precum. He strokes it as he does his best to give a messy blow job, and I love it. Watching him, watching them.

Curling onto my side, I rest beside the sexy biker.

Thrusting into Jace’s mouth, his fingers held tight in my husband’s hair, Wolf’s head lolls to the side, and he smiles at me, soft and welcoming. “Hi, beautiful.”

Butterflies dance in my belly as I quietly reply, “Hi.”

He rests his free hand on my thigh and squeezes. “I missed you.”

“I… I missed you, too,” I whisper, nervous to be here, to see him again. It feels like it’s been forever since he left. But the connection, the attraction, is still here. The spark as he looks at me like he wants to eat me alive.

And I want that, too.

Once Jace has gotten his fill of welcoming Wolf home, he pulls off his cock with a wet pop and stands. His face is beet red, his lips swollen, as he pants for breath and runs a hand down his thick chest and abs, staring at us. A small smile graces his lips before Jace nudges our guest to scoot over, so Wolf’s in the middle, and we’re on either side.

My husband pushes Wolf onto his side to face me and curls up behind him, just as he did with me the other day after our insane session in the living room.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin’, Kid?” Wolf cranes his neck to look back.

“Shhhh.” Jace grabs the base of Wolf’s neck and forces him to face me. “Just touch Gracie. I’m busy.”

There’s the snick of a lube bottle I didn’t even know Jace had, and a grunt comes from Wolf as my overeager husband plays with someone’s back door.

“Kid. Fuck. Stop. Would ya?”

“I said… shhhhh. Kiss him, Gracie.”

“Jace. I… I don’t think Wolf wants this right now.”

“Yes. He does,” my husband argues.

“Kid,” Wolf grits.

“Shhh,” Jace hisses. “Just… Fuck… Just let me, alright?”

My entire being aches.

I don’t care what they want. I fucking need this. I must have it. Since I saw the van parked outside this morning, I’ve been harder than a railroad spike, and my brain won’t shut the fuck up.

Gracie says something, but I can’t hear it through the pounding in my ears and the all-consuming hunger that forces me to slather Wolf’s hole in lube. I part his cheek and rub my aching cock over his entrance, pressing it a little bit, testing how tight he is.

He grunts as I force the tip inside.

“Jace...” Gracie calls my name, but I don’t respond.

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” the hot man in my arms whispers, trying to convince my wife. I get it, she doesn’t want me to hurt him, and we know Wolf’s stance on getting his ass taken. But I don’t care. I should. I really should. If he told me no, I’d be off him in a flash. But the way his hole accepts me, pulsing around the heat of my bare cock, his body isn’t saying no, and neither is he. Whether he realizes it or not, Wolf wants this as much as I do. We need this. To connect. To… damn… I don’t know. I just need to fuck him.

“Wolf. He doesn’t…” My dear Gracie speaks up, trying to reason with our third, but I cut her off at the pass.

“He does,” I growl, sliding an inch deeper. I dig my fingers into his hip, and he quakes. That tight ring relaxes just a bit more, and I feel like a goddamn king, for my patience and having this… him and her… Us.

“Wolf…” Gracie’s sweetness bleeds into the air, and I pause for a moment.

I expel a harsh breath, ready to call it quits, but then Wolf speaks, and all hesitation flies out the window.

“Come here, sweet girl. I’ve got you. Take your panties off and let me touch your pussy.”