“You’d better suck him real good,” he says. “If you do, you’ll get another reward.” He lifts his gaze to me while saying the last part, a challenge or maybe a question in his expression. When he reaches his hand between her legs, making her gasp, I understand what he means.
We shouldn’tis the first thought that pops into my mind. But it holds little weight. That ship has long sailed. ‘Shouldn’t’ has been the headline of each and every single thing we’ve done since Jenna came through our front door. And that’s part of what turns me on—turns all of us on. So I agree to Killian’sunspoken question. “If you’re a good girl and suck me off really well, then he’ll fuck your pussy.”
Jenna releases a shuddery breath, letting me know he still hasn’t fucked her in that hole—as I expected. He’s been holding back with her as well.
“Would you like that? Killian in your pussy, me in your mouth?”
She bobs her head eagerly.
“At the same time,” I add, testing the waters.
Her reaction is just as depraved and enthusiastic as Killian’s and my desire to go further. She adds a mewl and a little wriggle to the eager nodding. And there goes my self-control. Grabbing her hair, I free my cock and push straight into her mouth, all the way to the back. She gags and grabs at my legs, struggling to process. But we’ve done this enough times, and she relaxes her throat, allowing me in. So I push on, into her throat, then back to rest the tip on her tongue.
Killian has already put on a condom and is lowering himself behind her. I sink to the floor as well, slowly, keeping her head around my cock as I go. She steadies herself on her hands, sucking and licking, wanting more. Her moan when Killian toys at her opening vibrates around my cock, making me shudder.
“I’m not gonna last long,” I rasp.
“Me either,” Killian says, flipping her tail onto her back and positioning himself.
Jenna mewls eagerly, arching her back. She’s not gonna last long either.
Without words or even a quiet sign, we both start advancing at the same time, me sinking into her throat and Killian into her pussy. Jenna goes wild, moaning and clawing at the ground.
Killian gives the tail a few small pulls, jostling the butt plug, and it doesn’t take more than a few minutes of fucking her before her toes make a few telltale spasms.
“Shit, she’s already there,” he groans, also noticing. “We’d better hurry, or she’ll come without us.”
We both pick up the pace, tightening our grips—me on her hair, him on her waist. Jenna sputters around me, struggling with the depth I’m forcing upon her, but melts into us at the same time. It’s so damn beautiful the way she gives into us. Our growls and groans fill the space, raw and primal against the soft sounds of Jenna’s mewls. It’s depraved, immoral, and wrong, but it also feels right, like we’re a three-part puzzle that’s finally coming together.
My balls draw up, a tingling sensation erupting at the base of my spine.
“Be a good kitten and lap up Dad’s cum,” Killian instructs, just before I come.
She stretches her throat, eagerly opening up in time to take my cum. And at that same moment, she spasms, her mewls growing more stuttered and erratic. Killian releases a deep, feral growl. We’re all coming. At the same moment. All lost in the riptide.
Part of me wonders what will happen when the bubble snaps, but it’s just a fleeting thought. There’s no flimsy illusion that can break, because this is us. All connected in various ways, at peace in this forbidden threesome we’ve created.
I slowly pull out, Killian does the same, and Jenna melts in a limp heap on the floor. There’s no awkwardness. Killian leans over Jenna, resting his head on her hips, and I bring her head into my lap, stroking her hair softly. Then we just stay there, all panting, coming down from the intense pleasure.
“Let’s bring her to the couch,” I finally say and give Killian a go-ahead nod when he hesitates to lift her into his arms. “You take her.”
He brings her to the couch, where she curls up in his lap. I sit a couple of feet away, giving them some space, but close enoughto stroke her once in a while. Silence descends again, calm and peaceful. Jenna drifts off, and Killian I alternate between zoning out and caressing her.
As Killian slowly comes out of the daze, I notice little changes. He sucks in long, steadying breaths, his expression tightens, and his left foot taps against the floor for short intervals of time. He’s struggling with himself—his old, deep-seated instincts to run—but he’s not giving in to them. If anything, he grips Jenna tighter, anxiously making sure she’s not leaving, finding comfort in her.
I debate with myself for a while whether I should mention it or keep quiet. I’m always very careful about treading into emotional waters with Killian, but after the change he’s undergone and the scene we just shared—fucking Jenna at the same time—staying quiet feels like an affront to the trust we’re building. So I decide to give Killian just that—my trust and my confidence in his newfound ability to face his emotions.
64
The Softie
Killian
“How are you feeling?” Dad asks, probably reading my perplexed emotions in my not-so-calm breaths and strained expression.
I huff a laugh. “Scared out of my mind.”
Expression firm, he repeats the words that made me freak out a few weeks ago. “She’s not your mother. She’s not going to leave you.”