Page 75 of His Angel

I can feel it building and have been able to for far too long, but every time I’m almost there, ready to crest that hill and tumble into oblivion, someone moves, something stops or changes, and it ebbs, intentional or not.

“That’s it,” he purrs in my ear, his dirty words only encouraging me on, pushing me further, higher. “Come on my dick, Ivy. Show them how beautiful you are.”

His hand squeezes, my airways constricting as Wyatt pumps harder, sucking fervently as Nick hits the spot that has stars flashing behind my eyes. My orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami, wave after wave wracking my body as Wyatt continues, Nick holding me open for him until I’m a spent, twitching, sated mess between them.

“Oh, it’s not over yet,” Nick promises in my ear, releasing my leg and pulling me, twisting so he’s on his back, me above him but facing away.

Wyatt moves, standing at the foot of the bed as I attempt to adjust to the new position, Nick feeling bigger and deeper than he did just a moment ago as he continues to thrust, to fuck, to take and give pleasure that ripples over my body. Never have I had this, whatever this is, but I don’t have time to dissect it, to think.

All I have is this feeling, this moment of bliss.

“Suck his cock, angel,” Leo rasps out. “Make him feel good.”

My languid gaze flicks to Wyatt, slowly stroking his cock just there, close enough for me to reach, just. Leaning over, I’m close enough to taste the salt at the tip as I continue to grind against Nick. He swats my ass, the sting nothing more than a warning before Wyatt slides the tip into my mouth.

The groan that tumbles from him is glorious, and as we fall into a rhythm, I’m swept away by sensation. Filling. Stretching. The bite of Nick’s hand as it comes down harder on my already reddened skin. The gentle touch of Wyatt’s fingers in my hair. The heavy breathing and grunting from beside me.

I can’t even turn to take it in, pinned between the two of them and wrapped up in feeling as another orgasm twists and builds.

“That’s it,” Nick encourages, shifting his hips and fucking me harder.

My hand goes to Nick’s thigh for balance, the other precariously holding me up against Wyatt’s leg.

“Fuck,” Wyatt growls, his hips stuttering as he cums in my mouth, hot jets that I swallow down instinctively, my mouth stretched around him before Nick’s fingers find my clit, working me expertly.

I cling to Wyatt for dear life, my eyes closed as my head tips back, my body rocking as I climb higher and higher, falling off the edge with a cry, my body bucking and bowing, but Nick doesn’t relent, holding me in place and fucking me until he cums deep inside me, the three of us a hot sweaty, sated pile of limbs.

And then Jacob throws a towel in our direction, and an embarrassed blush creeps over my chest, rushing over my neck and cheeks. I just did that, and they just witnessed that, and they just did that too.

Fuck.

“Don’t look so horrified,” Leo says with a sated smile, resting back against the headboard, Jacob comfortably nestled against his chest. “That was so fucking hot.”

The two of them look way too composed as Nick stuffs the shirt back over my head, covering me instantly.

“I’ll run you a bath,” Wyatt says, bending down to kiss me.

Kissing him back feels as natural as breathing, and nobody has a growl, a grumble, or a comment about it as I watch him hitch up his shorts and cross the room.

“That ass,” Jacob comments biting his lower lip as he watches him leave.

Leo tweaks his nipple in response, both now shirtless as Nick attempts to make some sense of the tangle of sheets, blankets and pillows strewn across the bed.

“His baths are really good,” Nick comments, throwing a pillow at the headboard. “You should make the most of every last moment in it.”

“You don’t even like baths,” Jacob comments.

“When someone sets half a dozen guys on you one after another when you’ve literally just finished your workout, you need all the help you can get,” he quips back.

“Hang on, wasn’t that weird for you guys?” I ask, looking from Nick to Jacob and back again, their casual familiarity suddenly dawning on me. “I don’t even know where to begin unpacking the whole thing that just happened, but surely seeing your brother… you know, doing that, is awkward or whatever.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Nick shrugs.

“Water’s almost ready,” Wyatt interrupts, steam billowing from the bathroom, along with a lush smell I could be quite happy sinking into forever.

“It’s nothing new,” Jacob confirms with a wave of his hand. “His dick isn’t that special.”

I’d kind of like to argue with him, but I’m really not ready for that conversation.

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