Lennon’s lust-filled eyes connect with mine as I roll to my back, keeping ahold of her gaze. I know she didn’t mistake what I said. She heard me. And I’d wager the beautiful rosiness of her cheeks and her erratic breathing are a direct result of my words. She sits up, her eyes flicking from me to Mason and Duke, and I can practically see the thoughts swirling through her head. I told her to sit on Daddy’s face. Do I care that they know about that particular nuance of our relationship? Nope. Or hell, maybe it has nothing to do with them, but everything to do with demanding that she grind her cunt on my tongue. “Lennon, I’m giving you the control you crave. Ride me. Give me that sweet pussy. I’m begging. I need you.”
A hard swallow works its way down my throat as she stares at me, unblinking. I do need her. I have to get my mind off everything that’s wrong in my world—and frankly, it’s a shit ton at the moment. Life weighs so heavily on me, I want to go outside and bellow my rage and hurt and desperation. My nagging shoulder injury on top of the upcoming fight with that highly-touted Sigma Iota Nu fucker, the possibility that my father could make life so incredibly difficult for me in so many ways—all of it threatens to take me under. I’m drowning. Add the fucking disaster with the auction and Lennon’s disappearance to the mix, and I’ve never felt such intense panic like this in my entire life. I want to rage, want to know why this happened, where the fuck she was, but how do we begin to figure it out when she can’t remember a damn thing? After several seconds of internal struggle, I wrench my mind free from my thoughts and bring myself back to Lennon, who continues to stare at me as if I asked her to smother me to death. I mean, I won’t complain either way. I can see my headstone now. Here lies Bear … he died eating his favorite honey.
“You want me”—she points at my head—“there …?”
“Yes, I fucking do.” I breathe deeply, watching her eyes widen. Mason and Duke must have come up for air because the next second, the three of them are kneeling on the bed at my side, my friends whispering softly to her. Who the fuck knows what they’re saying, but her eyes positively glow with desire as they scramble to help her straddle my face, bringing her pretty cunt where I want it. My eyes roam over her swollen, pink sex. Thank fuck she’s okay. I keep having to remind myself that she’s here with us. Real. Alive. But possibly not unharmed. Have to take care with her, but also give her what she needs. And if she tells us she wants to be in control, I’m good with that. She needs me as much as I need her right now. This girl gives me life.
My eyes rove over her from the wide-eyed nervousness to the tremble of her lush lips, and the defiant tilt of her chin. She draws in a breath, the swell of her breasts rising with it. Hovering over me, she stares into my eyes, hers full of hesitation. My lips twitching, I growl, “Sit, baby girl.” The heady scent of her invades every damn breath I take, making my head spin. Hooking my arms under her thighs, I grip her hips, tugging her closer, a gruff groan falling from my lips. “Don’t fucking tease me. Show me who’s boss around here.”
Her head tips to the side, studying me, and a slow smile spreads across her face. “I am.” Her tongue darts out to slide over her lower lip in a way that makes my cock so fucking hard I’m very aware that it’s tenting my joggers. This isn’t about me, though, and I don’t have much time to worry about it, because a moment later, she lowers herself, and her pussy meets my mouth, hips automatically rolling.
Lennon lets out a startled moan when I drag my tongue through her wetness, her pussy flush with my mouth, and I can’t resist sucking on her clit. God, this view. I could die happy. Her entire body jolts in pleasure with every suck and every stroke of my tongue.
Mason cups her breast, leaning in to murmur near her ear, “Grab the headboard, Lennon. You taste so fucking good. Come on his face. Drown him.” She tips forward, grasping it tightly, the change in angle making me groan aloud.
“Hold on tight, and ride him good, Stella. He’s desperate for your pussy.” Duke’s positioned himself at my other side, but in a way that allows him to keep his eyes pinned on his stepsister’s ass as she writhes on top of me. I can imagine the thoughts rolling through his head.
Her body shakes in response to their dirty words … words that I’d say, but I’m currently busy eating her gorgeous cunt—which I definitely am desperate for—and making her let loose so that she gushes on my face. I lap up every bit of her juices, reveling in how our girl falls apart for us.
Us. Because while I get the privilege of her riding my face, Mase and Duke are right here, encouraging her, touching her, and saying filthy things that only make this hotter.
Lennon’s breasts swing freely as she grips the headboard, attracting Mason’s full attention. His hand roams over her nipples, alternately pinching and tweaking, then caressing. She throws her head back, grinding down on my face. I fucking take it all, spearing my tongue deep inside her. I savor every moan and cry ripped from her throat.
“Fuck, so hot, Kin.” Mason leans in again, brushing his mouth over hers. Watching him kiss her lips while I kiss her pussy is something else, and it sends unexpected fire racing through my veins. The sound of blood pounding in my head takes over, and the only thing that breaks through it are Lennon’s gasps and moans.
I’m so wound up, I hardly notice when Duke takes Mason’s place, only he nudges her lips apart with one finger. “Suck, baby. Get it nice and wet for me.”
I groan against her flesh, causing her movements to falter, then renew my efforts, sliding my tongue along either side of her slit, the taste of her filling my senses, before bringing my mouth up to cover her clit. I’m relentless, flicking at it until she falls apart with her hips grinding down on my face and her plump lips wrapped around Duke’s finger. I can see it on his face that it’s about to do him in. We’ll all be lucky if we don’t come in our damn pants.
“That’s it, Stella. Suck it good while Bear makes you come.”
Her legs tremble at his words, and she looks down at me. “Oh fuck,” she wails around his finger, her hips jerking in rhythm as she floods my mouth. I slide my tongue inside her, feeling the delicious clenching of her muscles.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Mason says softly. “I wanna watch you lose it again. Erase all lingering doubts about how we feel.” He grins, clasping the back of her neck and guiding her face to his. His eyes connect with hers, and he leans in to nip at her lips before sliding his hand down her back. She exhales a huff of surprise. I think he’s got a handful of her ass. Hard to tell from here. But then he whispers huskily, loudly enough for everyone to hear, “Keep holding onto that headboard. I have a feeling things are about to get a little wild.”
I glance at Duke, seeing the look of absolute fire in his eyes, and immediately understand what Mason’s referring to. I squeeze Lennon’s thighs gently. “But you’re in control. You don’t like it, it’s done.” My gaze bounces between my friends and back to Lennon. “Everyone understand?”
The guys murmur their assent, and Lennon nods. I go back to work, slowly licking over her already-thoroughly-excited pink parts as Mason dips his head to catch her nipple in his mouth. “We’re gonna make you feel so good, Kin.”
Her legs are already quaking on either side of my head while Duke dips his finger into her mouth once more. Her clit is so swollen, it’s practically begging for me to play with it, and when I flick my tongue, Lennon releases Duke’s finger, her head falling back on her shoulders. “Fuck. That’s good. Just like that. Mase, don’t you stop either.”
A moment later, Duke’s hand slips between Lennon’s legs from behind, close enough that his fingertips brush my chin. She jerks at the contact, and I can’t tell what he’s doing, but it’s making her shudder and squirm all at once.
“You want me to touch you here?” Duke’s question comes out rough, but not demanding at all. Leaving everything up to her. Good.
“Oh god.” Her eyes flutter shut, her mouth going slack as she reacts to whatever’s happening back there. I have a pretty good idea that he’s playing with her ass, circling the puckered skin with his wet fingers. Her eyes go wide, taking away all doubt. Knowing he’s touching her like that makes the situation in my pants dire. I have absolute confirmation of what Duke’s up to when he juts his chin toward Mason, who then lunges toward my nightstand and yanks open the top drawer. The sound of the cap of the lube flipping open is like a gunshot in the quiet room. Lennon tenses over me, her thighs literally squeezing my face.
“Not that I mind, but you’re gonna get stubble burn on your thighs, baby,” I murmur before resuming my efforts, laving her pussy with my tongue and drinking in her essence.
She sucks in a breath, and I imagine they’ve just drizzled lube between her ass cheeks. Fuck. A throaty moan escapes her. Fuuuck. Her movements above me become chaotic. It’s a good thing I have a hold of her because she’s rubbing her pussy ruthlessly against my mouth and surrounding facial hair with wild abandon. My gaze wanders up her beautiful body, knowing every curve, every bit of soft skin is ours. Her hands are clenched on the headboard so tightly, they’re trembling. Her eyes shut, lips part. She’s in the moment, letting herself feel every bit of what we’re giving her.
I can tell from the strain on Duke’s face he wishes his dick was involved, but … this is about her, and I think all of us understand that. He buries his face in Lennon’s neck, kissing the skin there before he sweeps his lips down over her shoulder, releasing a guttural groan. “I can feel you clamping down on my finger, Stella Bella. So fucking good.”
Lennon stutters out a gasping breath. “Oh, fuck.” Now it’s not just her cheeks that are pink, we’ve got a whole-body flush happening, deepening at her chest and climbing up her neck.
“Give me your lips, baby.” Mason nuzzles her cheek until she turns her head. Our girl is a quivering mess as he slides the pad of his thumb over her lips before he dives in and kisses her with wild abandon.
Letting one of Lennon’s thighs free, I bring my fingers to her entrance as I continue to suck on her clit. She’s begun whimpering a bit, and I know she must be getting close. I watch her so fucking carefully as I push two digits inside her wet heat and stroke them slowly. There’s very little separating my fingers from Duke’s, and he grunts at the realization, a muffled “Fuuuck” following as our fingers continue to brush while inside our girl.
Panting now, Lennon continues to roll her hips, albeit in a much jerkier motion than before. “It’s too much. Oh, god. It’s—”
I immediately stop what I’m doing. Duke and Mason freeze as well.
Her breath shudders out, and she blinks at the sudden change of pace. “What are you doing? I’m so close. Please keep going,” she gasps, pleading with us, a dazed look in her eyes. “Please.”
I meet both Mason’s and Duke’s gazes, giving them an almost imperceptible nod. They hear me loud and clear, though. Keep fucking going.
It’s not more than a minute later when Lennon tips right over the edge, practically sobbing through the orgasm that I can feel in the quake of her legs and in the clench of her pussy. Her body clamps down so hard, Duke’s fingers and mine are squished together inside her body.
Mason gives us both a look, his brows hiked, that seems to say Just imagine if that was your dicks in there.
My jaw works to the side as I watch Mase and Duke help Lennon off her seat on my face so she can lie down on the mattress beside me. Yeah. I think I could totally take one hole while either of them takes the other. I’d be okay with that.
A while later, my brain is still circling around the same thoughts because … well, I’m a guy who knows what I want … especially when what I want is Lennon. She’s curled up, breasts pressed against my arm, and is holding my hand at my side. This time, Mason has himself sandwiched between her and Duke.
“Am I going to have to tell you to put your dick away this time?” Mason chuckles softly, glancing over his shoulder at his friend.
“Fuck off,” he whispers. “We were there for her. We needed to be. Doesn’t mean my dick isn’t still hard.”
I smirk, despite the now constant pain shooting through my shoulder. I’d imagine it’s probably not easy for his erection to fade while it’s nestled against Mason’s ass. I shake my head, choosing instead to focus on something semi-productive. “So, I have”—I glance down at Lennon, who hasn’t moved in several minutes with the exception of the easy rise and fall of her chest—“a question for you.”
