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Saint laughs and spells out his word, worth eight points only because it was on a double square. I follow with a nine point word and immediately lift my head to meet Felix’s green gaze. I lick my lips and glance at Saint. My stomach does little flips in anticipation of what I’m going to tell him he has to do.
“Felix,” I say and bite my lip. Letting out a breath, I add, “You need to make love to one of us.”
My eyes dart to Saint as my cheeks pink again.
“But the other can join in,” I say, adding that single qualification.
“I think I just won the game,” Felix replies. Then he reaches for Saint, tugging him in for a passionate kiss, the kind that makes your toes curl and your heart try to escape your body. His fingers wrap around Saint’s length, and he strokes him in practiced movements of his hand.
I lean down between them and capture the tip of Saint’s dick in my mouth, sucking as Felix strokes. Saint’s hand buries in my hair as he moans into Felix’s mouth. Slick is dripping down my legs, probably making a mess of the carpet, but none of us care. Besides, they probably have enough money to have the entire room re-carpeted if needed.
Saint curls his fingers at the nap of my neck, urging me to take more of him. Felix’s hand wrapped around the base ensures I don’t choke myself on his dick. Which is perfect. Oxygen being cut off is no big deal, but in a whole different way that does not involve tears and possibly snot from choking on a dick. I’m not a deep throater, what can I say? I’ve had no complaints, it is all in the tongue, anyway.
He pulls me up and breaks the kiss with Felix to kiss me, before it becomes a three-way kiss, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to combust. Felix breaks away and kisses down my neck, before he kisses down Saint’s neck, too. He jumps up and runs butt naked to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of olive oil. Then he moves around him, his hands gliding down his sides to his ass as he pops open the top. I stop kissing Saint as Felix gets into position behind him. Saint’s pupils blow wide, making his already dark eyes darker.
Then he groans at the same time Felix does. “You ready to feel my knot for the first time, Saint?” Felix asks, his words choppy from the excitement at the thought of working himself into him. My pussy clenches around nothing, and I wrap my fingers around Saint’s dick and stroke. Thoughts of climbing into his lap and sinking down onto him invade my mind, and it is an invasive thought that I act on. I wrap my right leg around him as I try to get into a suitable position. The table at my back tells me it’s a long shot.
But Saint and Felix go up on their knees together, and Saint lifts me as if I weigh nothing and lays me back on the scrabble board, spreading my legs and nudging my opening with the tip of his engorged cock. I forget the word pieces beneath me as he slides into my folds in one smooth thrust.
I whimper at the amazing feeling of him filling me up, knowing he will be full too makes it even better. Saint pauses as Felix rubs the oil over his cock and works his way into him, both of them moaning in pleasure. We find a rhythm that works for all of us, and before long, I’m chasing that feeling that is building in my stomach like a storm. The release is teasing at the edges, threatening to drown me in intense pleasure. If I am going to die, this is how I want to go.
Clenching around him, I moan from my very soul when he works his full knot into me. It is all it takes, and I’m exploding into a million pieces and floating in the ether. I come back to myself, to the exquisite feeling of him pulsing inside of me, and the sound of Felix groaning his release. It is almost enough to send me straight into another orgasm.
We somehow end up in a pile next to the ruined scrabble game, my leg draped over both of them as Felix spoons Saint from behind. And Saint is still deep inside me, promising another round once we all recover. I drift into a relaxed sleep, the kind where you are just barely asleep but not quite awake either.
CHAPTER52
Austin
It’s latewhen I finally return to the penthouse. I have half a mind to just stay away. They would all be better off for it. I’m toxic.
I’m hit with a face full of their combined pheromones as soon as I push open the door. Then my gaze lands on the three of them, a tangle of limbs, sleeping on the carpet next to the coffee table.
I slip off my shoes and pad across the plush carpet to my armchair. I sink into it, my full attention on the three of them like a voyeur. Hell, I can even feel the blood rushing to my cock in response to the erotic scene. I’m pretty sure they are connected even in sleep, at least Saint and Audrey are from this angle.
Her pussy lips grip his half-hard dick, ready for more the second they wake up. I shift my growing problem down my leg to give it more room. And kick out my legs, spreading them wide..
By the time they move, I could paint them. The image is burned into my mind’s eye. Art. Love. A mixture of both. Then the sense of longing growing in my chest with each passing moment. Saint is right, I’m emotionally stunted, but I want to change that. I want these three in my life.
If they will give me time to change, I’ll do it for them, for me.
Saint presses a kiss to Audrey’s nose, and she wrinkles it as she blinks her eyes open. “We have company, hellcat,” Saint tells her, shifting his eyes down to mine.
I suck in a breath in preparation of her reaction to me being a complete stalker, watching them while they sleep.
She follows his line of sight to me, the only reaction her eyes widening slightly.
“Considering I live here, too, it shouldn’t be a surprise that I’ve come home,” I reply, holding her flashing brown gaze. My fingers curl into the edge of the arm of the chair when she slightly lifts her brows like she wants to say something but holds it back.
“What time is it?” Saint asks.
“After three,” I say.
It is fascinating that Audrey doesn’t pull away from Saint or try to hide her exposed skin. Saint’s reaction is expected with our history of sharing, but she doesn’t reach for the throw or cover herself in any way. In fact, I’m pretty sure she flexes her hips forward, drawing Saint further in as he hardens inside of her.
I’ve never thought of myself as a watcher. But I am prepared to watch them. I want to see what my brat has in store for me. She breaks eye contact with me and focuses on Saint. A hum of pleasure comes from her and shoots straight into my cock, turning me to steel.
Then she urges Saint to his back and straddles him. “It seems our company likes to watch, Saint. What do you think about that?” She moves slowly on him in a sweet torture.
