“So full.” She pushes back against me. “You’re both...it’s so much.”
Stephen smirks. “Our pretty girl likes being filled up by two cocks.”
I pull out just as slow, and push my way back inside. Stephen groans, wiping the smirk right off his face. “I can feel you fucking her.”
“How much do you wish it was you, hm?” I pull out and drive back inside Presley, her hips bucking against me, begging me for more. “How many nights have you thought about it? You know, you think I’m asleep when you jerk off in the middle of the night, but I stay awake listening to you.”
Stephen grins. “I know you’re not sleeping. I do it to torture you. I want you to hear the way I sound when I come to the thought of you.”
Fuck. Me.
Leaning down, I sandwich Presley between us and capture Stephen’s mouth. He holds onto the back of my head while he kisses me, groaning into my mouth as he drives into her.
Stephen’s cock rubs against mine through Presley’s tight warmth, and the three of us fall into a rhythm. We put our focus on Presley, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy until she comes.
“That’s it, baby.” I grip her throat and talk her through it. “Break apart on our cocks and let us hear you.”
With her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed shut, she comes loud and hard; uninhibited and wild.
Our little rebel.
The three of us are connected, Stephen and I sharing this intimate moment while Presley tethers the both of us. For the first time, it feels like I belong; like I’m part of something; like I’m meant to be exactly where I am.
And now that I’ve got it, I don’t want to lose it.
I smileas I watch Avery’s face light up in wonderment.
Aarya, Alexander Krum’s wife, waves her arm around the gallery. “Stay as long as you’d like. I’d offer to show you around, but if you’re anything like me, you’ll want to explore on your own.”
Avery nods. “Thank you, ma’am.”
Aarya scrunches her nose. “Jesus Christ, kid. Don’t make me feel old. Just call me Aarya.”
He chuckles. “Sorry.”
I rest my hand on his shoulder. “Do you want me to walk around with you?”
He shrugs. “If you want to.”
That’s teenager code for no.
I shoot him a wink. “I’ll be around if you need me.”
Aarya and I stare at Avery’s back as he practically bolts away from us.
“Thank you for inviting us today.”
Aarya turns to face me. “Mac said Avery is really into art. Is he taking lessons?”
“Mac?”
“Sorry, that’s what the guys call him. I’m not used to calling him Stephen.”
I smile. “Hockey guys and their nicknames. It’s hard to keep up.”
“I just make my own.” She shrugs. “I have a long list of cake names for Alex.”
“He’s Krum Cake, right?”