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She looks back at me over her shoulder. “I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
I lift my hand, entwining my fingers in her thick curls, making her look at Crew. “I need you to get on your knees and suck McNeill until he comes in your mouth.”
She tries to look back at me again, but I’m holding her too tightly.
“I don’t want to hurt him,” she says.
But I can hear the catch in her voice. She’s missed being physical with Crew.
Danielle is a nearly insatiable lover. I would have happily died trying to keep up with her, but I’ve thought more than once how it’s good she’s got three of us to help with all of her needs.
She absolutely loves giving herself to us, over and over, in every way. She loves knowing she’s the goddess who we can’t live without, who can make her three men lose control and give up everything just for a taste of her.
I grip her hair a little tighter and squeeze her hip. “Crew promises to be very still. No grinding, no thrusting. He just misses you, sweetheart. Give him some love.”
With that, I nudge her forward.
Danielle obediently descends to the rug, tentatively reaching out to stroke over the front of Crew’s sweatpants.
He groans, letting his head fall back onto the couch cushion behind him. “Damn, I’ve missed your sweet touch. Take me out, baby. Show me you’ve missed me too.”
When he shoves his gray sweatpants down, Danielle is there immediately, gripping the base of his shaft and stroking lightly up and down, like she’s afraid to be too rough.
“Hughes,” I call up the stairs. “Stop rearranging shit that’s already been put away and come watch our girl get a mouthful of hard cock.”
Crew is rock solid already. When I think about Danielle being out of town with Michael, then returning to Crew injured and unable to have sex, I feel for the guy. He must be damn near ready to explode, and here I was adding to the problem by going balls deep in Danielle the last three nights, a few feet away from him.
I put my own hand on the front of my jeans and readjust. I’m getting hard watching her delicate, tentative flicks of her pink tongue over Crew’s head.
My fingers are still in her hair, and I push her. “Harder. Make it count.”
Michael has come down the stairs and is peeling his sweater off over his head, leaving him in his T-shirt. Danielle glances over at him. “Is this okay?” she asks, lips hovering over Crew. “I’m not going to hurt him, am I?”
Crew makes a strangled sound. “You’re hurting me by just breathing on me. Suck me, Dani,please.”
It’s the closest I’ve ever heard McNeill to begging.
“He’s fine,” Michael says. His voice is rough, eyes trained on Dani. “Show him how much you love him.”
That hits me in the chest.
It is about love.
Yes, it’s hot as fuck. Yes, McNeill needs this physical release. Yes, we’reallgoing to get that, I have no doubt.
But this is about our connection. Something none of us has ever felt in this way ever before—this specific combination of four people found one another. Something I’m beginning to understand is we’ll never feel this way again unless it’sus.
As Michael joins us, with no question, no hesitation, things finallyfeelright again.
We’re here, all together for the first time in almost two weeks. The house is new, Crew’s injured, Michael’s got a lot on his mind, Danielle’s worried about all of us, I’m itchy with the need to fix everything, butthisis good. Us, together. It’s a connection that’s only truly manifested fully when all four of us are here.
I should know. I’ve had Danielle to myself for the past few nights. And it’s been awesome. I love her with my whole heart and I love having her full attention. But it’s noteverythingit can be.
And if anyone would have told me I’d feel this way a year ago, I would have laughed in their face.
Michael’s permission is all the encouragement she needs. Danielle slides her mouth down over Crew’s swollen cock and his eyes drift shut on a low moan. The way she takes him fully, as deep as she can, with zero hesitation, is fucking beautiful. After several strokes, she pulls off to take a breath and I take the opportunity to quickly pull her colorful spring dress off over her head in one rapid motion.
It gives me a great view of her tight ass, panties driving up between her cheeks, her hair tumbling down over her pale back. We have a no panties rule when she’s home, but in fairness, she did just get home from work.
