As her eyes widened in surprise, she opened her mouth, no doubt to offer up another reason we shouldn’t do what we all so desperately wanted to do. I silenced her with a savage kiss. My self-control had been seeping away as the conversation had progressed, and was hanging by the flimsiest of threads, very close to snapping.
Now that the pressure valve that had been keeping my feelings in check had been released, and I didn’t have to keep pretending—pretending to be happy for King and Quin, pretending my desires didn’t exist, pretending not to be dying inside, pretending not to hate myself for not fighting for the woman I loved—I wasn’t sure I would be able to control myself. Though judging by the raw passion with which she was kissing me back, I didn’t think Quincy would want me to.
I slipped my hand to her throat and squeezed it hard, before shifting so that my lips aligned with her ear. “This is happening. We’re going to fuck you so hard and so long, you’re going to beg us to stop.”
She looked at me for an extended moment, then licked her lips ultra-slowly. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. “Is that a threat?”
“No, it’s a motherfucking promise.” King said what I was thinking.
I scooped her up, threw her over my shoulder, firefighter style, and headed out of the kitchen toward the master bedroom. After a few steps, I changed my mind and altered course, heading for my room instead.
I’d been hanging back, letting King lead anything that happened between the three of us, when Quin had officially been his girl, but if we were truly going to do this thing as a threesome, then I shouldn’t have to worry about stepping on his toes when we were with her. She was my girl too, and no doubt it was going to take a while for all of us to adjust to that fact, but there was no time like the present to start.
When we got into the room, it was stupid how good it felt to have Quin in my space, on my terms, and to know that she was about to come all over my sheets. Multiple times, if I had anything to do with it.
I laid her down, then stepped back from the bed to strip. “Can you do the honors?” I spoke to King, motioning toward Quin’s fully clothed body. He’d already shed his own clothing on the walk to the bedroom, so he quickly moved onto the bed, dick high and proud, and swiftly divested Quincy of her clothes.
I hung back a little, just looking at her. Her body was beyond anything I could have conjured up in my wildest dreams. Not only that, but as desperate as I was to touch her, I did also really get off on watching the two of them together—they were fucking perfect. I stood stroking my rock-hard dick, while King climbed on top of Quincy.
He leaned down and graced her with a kiss that was clearly equally as brutal as the one I’d ravaged her with earlier. She responded to him just as enthusiastically as she had to me, and my dick approved. A lot.
Reaching around behind him, King found Quincy’s entrance and slipped his fingers inside, before slowly starting to pump them in and out. She responded instantly, rocking back and forth in sync with his movements. If they weren’t the two hottest people on the planet together, I didn’t know who the fuck was.
I watched for a few moments more, before approaching the bed again.
“Fuck, you two are going to finish me off before we’ve even started.” I was still squeezing my dick, as it strained in my grasp.
“King, flip your positions so that you’re on your back, and Q’s on top of you.” He did what I asked without breaking the kiss. I’d been just about to climb onto the bed with them, but hesitated again, enjoying the view of her butt. I fixated on King’s fingers sliding in and out of her, and the way his thumb circled her clit. She was so wet already.
I approached the bed, for real this time, leaning my knees on the edge of it, but not climbing on just yet.
I grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them hard. It was the best. I nudged my thumb toward the pucker of her ass, and pressed down experimentally.
“Have you ever? I mean, do you?”
She nodded. “Mmm hmm.” Of course she had, and did. Because she was fucking perfect in in every way. For me. For King. And for Us.
“Okay, wait one second.” I darted for the nightstand, grabbed what I needed from the drawer, then scooted back to the end of the bed. This time I slid my lubed thumb directly into her.
Her body bucked at the onslaught. “Fuck. Oh my God. It’s... I can’t... Oh...” Squeezing one of her ass cheeks hard, I moved my thumb slowly back and forth.
“Easy, baby, slow.” I cooed the words over and over. Quincy clenched around my thumb and kept in step with the pace I set. Once I felt her relax into what we were doing, I withdrew.
“Turn over, so that you’re lying on top of King with your back on his chest. I want to see the look in your eyes when you come.” She did as I said without a moment’s hesitation.
As she was doing that, I handed King the bottle I’d grabbed. “Saddle up.” He didn’t need to be told twice.
When they were both ready, I knelt down on the bed in front of them. I waited for Quincy to meet my eyes as she pushed up to an almost sitting position.
“Have you had two guys this way before?” She shook her head. “So we’ll take it slow, okay?” She nodded. “Good. Try to relax and we’ll have fun.”
“Okay.”
“K, you’re up.” I watched intently as King inched himself slowly and gently into the back door, occasionally shifting my focus to watch Quincy’s face as she took him. Her lips formed a tight “O”, and her brows knitted together, but she kept her eyes trained on mine.
“You okay?” I mouthed the words, and she hesitated a moment as she nodded back, biting her bottom lip.
When King was done, and Quincy gave me the nod, I pushed gently into her, pressing my thumb down onto her clit once I hit the hilt.
Sweet mother of Jesus. I’d taken pretty much every drug on the planet at least once, and some a lot more than that. I’d drunk until I blacked out, but I had never felt as high as I did at that moment. Nirvana wasn’t in a pill, powder, or liquid, it was right there, with the two of them. I was dying, in the best possible way, but if I went out like that, balls deep in the woman I loved, with my best friend in tow, I’d die happy.
We began moving together slowly and gently. I was hyper-aware of not wanting to hurt Quincy, and was sure King would be the same. I kept my gaze locked with hers, partially for the same reason, and partially because there was nowhere in the world I’d rather look than into her green-gray eyes. If they were the windows to the soul, hers was pouring out of her and into me through those eyes.
We gradually picked up the pace, but clearly none of us was in any kind of hurry. We knew where we were going, we knew we’d get there, and that when we did it would be well worth the wait. In the meantime, I enjoyed feeling every minute movement as it happened, and the way she tightened around my dick had me on the edge of either coming, or passing out, the entire time.
In the end it was Quincy who took the heat up another notch, moving faster, and pushing harder as well as rotating her hips and squeezing me tighter. Goddamn. She was ruining me for all other women. Not that there would be any—Quincy was it for me, until the day she eventually did fuck me to death.
“Quincy.” King’s voice was strained, and I figured we were on the same wavelength. She didn’t answer, just picked up the pace again.