“Can I kiss you?” My question has her peering over my shoulder, and Ren’s laughter is music to my ears. He’s undoubtedly, the quieter of us, but whenever we speak of Abigail Spencer, he turns into a chatterbox. And, my man could be out and out kinky when it would come to fantasies about his sweet Abigail.
“Are you asking me for permission?” Ren’s tone is low and controlled, the usual Ren way, but his breath on my neck has me excited that he’ll be watching what we’ve both dreamed about for years. She answers with a simple nod. “Yes, I want nothing more than for you to kiss Landon because when he’s done with you, I’ll have my fill, my sweet Abigail.”
Her gaze sweeps back to mine, and as my fingers touch both sides of her gentle and pure face, I ask one last time, “Are you okay with this, Abs?”
Her head bobs up and down, and as her lips part, I lean in slowly. This is all I’ve ever dreamt of, and I want to savor it like the best candy I’ve ever eaten.
This is not to be rushed. Claiming Abigail Spencer will be a journey, and we aren’t at the beginning. No, we’ve planned for this for some time, but I’d not end my excursion anytime soon.
My hand drifts to her lip, and with my hold on her, I pull the object of our affection closer to me, so close her tits are pushed against my chest. With my other hand, I tilt her head up, because I have to admire the view of where I’m going. Her majestic eyes are like the stars sitting on the mountain peak. The curves of her waist and ass are like I’m looking over the peaks and valleys, miles of land so beautiful, it has never been claimed before.
She still has yet to place her own hands on me because she’s lost in this moment. I can’t forget our passenger, along for one hell of a ride, too, my co-pilot in life. His continuous moans give me the fuel to conquer this prize, to start on the first leg of our journey, and when I open my lips, we connect in the most gentle of ways, her mouth opening for endless exploration.
“Fuck.” This is Ren’s voice, and his fingers dance on my forearms, his presence being as big of a turn-on as Abs is herself. “You two are so beautiful together.” I lose the contact of one of his hands on me, but I don’t have to wonder where it goes. With a whimper from Abs, I imagine all the different joy he’s bringing to her, on this most crucial trip we’ve ever gone on, together.
“Yeah, that’s it, my sweet Abigail, just feel. Don’t think. Let us conquer you.” We’ve often compared her as our journey together, and on the night set aside for lovers, we’re making our dream come true.
Chapter Five
Ren
How can one neck be so sexy? Her lips crashing with the man I love is equally sensual and erotic. And then there are the mewls slipping from those perfect lips of hers. When my hands connect with both her body and his, they both back into them, as if they know it’s me. And don’t get me started on Landon’s erection, which has my attention, as my eyes wander to how excited my sweet Abigail makes my man.
“Yes, this is perfect; you both are perfect together.” Landon’s closest hand falls from Abigail, reaching for me, finding my own hardening erection. His whimper is meant for me. It’s how I know this man as well as I do.
“Abigail, I’d always known you’d look beautiful with Landon, but this is so much more.” Should I mention how we won’t let her go after this? It’s not my intention to scare her, especially before I can compare her taste with what I’ve always imagined.
She giggles in Landon’s mouth, and he pulls back hesitantly, but my man is not selfish and wants to share. “Hey baby,” his words are for Abigail, leaning his body in one last time, to kiss her on the forehead. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, for you, with us?”
“Really?” Her question lingers in the air, but I’m not patient.
“We’ll answer all your questions, but now, I’ve waited my turn, and I must taste you.”
My gaze turns to my lover. “How was it?” I drop a tender kiss, displaying my forever love for him, for both of them.
“All we’ve dreamt about and more.”
I’m so needy for Abigail when I pull her a little more roughly toward me, a long moan is emitted from her almost bruised lips. “Can’t say I’ll be gentle.” But Landon wasn’t either. He’s been sampling the package, but hell, we were planning on more than sampling. We were keeping her.
“I love it rough.”
“Fuck.” Landon’s curse words were the beginning, and as I bring her to me, I crash my lips against hers with the same velocity.
Her lips are soft, and they taste of minty grapes mixed with the flavor of Landon. My mind is both blank and running rapid with so many thoughts. Don’t ask how this is possible. But in it all, the whole world fades away, and the only two people who matter, who have ever mattered, are in my space.
This experience with Abigail is as equal as my first kiss with Landon. Her touch is gentle, wherewith Landon, what you see is what you get. Abigail has always been more reserved, especially when it comes to her brother’s feelings. And fuck, I try not to think of Zander as Abigail’s and my tongues touch, dance, and join with each other.
The headache of Zander will still be there for us in the morning when we wake, and we can deal with him then.
Landon’s fingers pull for my cock, and I don’t have to see him, to feel the rush of air as his tongue connects with the tip. He has this effect on me, with a swirly type back and forth motion. I swear, with the sensations of Abigail’s taste on my mouth and my lover's tongue on my dick, I’m about to come. Her own whimpers increase, and I wonder since Landon is between us, what he might be doing to our sweet Abigail. I push for deep access in her luscious mouth. Her hands find their way around my neck, pulling away from our kiss, only to move her assault to my neck. I adjust my eyes to Landon, still between us, and his hands have somehow removed her bottoms, and his fingers have disappeared within Abigail. “Oh, fuck, lover, keep doing this, whatever you’re doing.”
Abigail’s words are labored with her agreement. “Yeah, whatever you’re doing, don’t quit.” But my lover does quit, moving his hand, stroking my cock and lathering his tongue within Abigail’s sex. “Oh, yeah, that’s even better.” Abigail stills, lost in it all, and I don’t blame her. Landon’s tongue is the best.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her up, and when her body begins to quiver, I know she’s close. “She’s so close, baby, so fucking close.” In all of this, I’m not sure who I’d been calling baby. Both of them, quite possibly.
She emits the highest pitches of pleasures, and it sends shivers up and down my spine. “Our sweetest Abigail.” In my grasp, she’s able to stand, while Landon leaves the middle, only to reappear behind her, across from me, with both of us now holding her up. Sweeping her almost white hair back from her ivory skin, she tips her face up to me, and I’m lost in the topaz blues of her eyes. They call for me. They beckon me in.
“You okay, our sweetest?” I ask, and a little smile peeks through.
“So good, I’m better than good.” Lacing her fingers with mine, I pull her gently to our bed.