Page 80 of Hell and High Water

Sidling up to the bed, I thrust my hips, offering her my aching sex, every inch full and ready for her to ease my burden.

Her eyes widen at the sight, right there. Her lips part, her tongue pinched between her teeth. Hunger fills her gaze, darting from my face to my cock and back.

She wants me to stick my dick in her mouth so badly.

Almost as badly as I want to let her do it.

Instead, I stroke myself, matching Gavin’s devastating rhythm for her to see. My hips thrust in time, staring right at her mouth the whole time.

Harder. Harder.

Faster.

Her hands give out, dropping her chest to the bed again, bracing as she arches her back deeper, spreading herself farther open for him to plunder.

The bed rocks back and forth with their exertion, the whole room quaking with our moans, Gavin’s deep-chested growls.

Hellena starts to quake. Ripples of her untethering twitch up along her back muscles, out through her arms, forcing her hands open wide, her fingers splaying out.

The whole while, she forces her eyes open, keeping her eyes on me, on my hand pumping furiously along the length of my shaft.

I’m jerking myself off as hard as I can, showing her exactly what I’m going to do when she finally gives in.

“I'm gonna fucking come!” Hellena flat out screams. At the top of her lungs.

Gavin's roar amps up, joining hers. “Come for us, baby. Come with me!”

“Yes! Show us how good it feels,” I roar right along with them.

The first quivers of my orgasm vibrate through me, from deep inside my abdomen, rising, rising.

I'm going to detonate.

My cry fills the room. Gavin’s scream shakes the whole fucking house. Hellena’s rattles the windows.

All three of us fracture, shudder, then explode.

It’s pure ecstasy.

Gavin fills Hellena, her slick juices gushing into their joining, accenting every thrust with sweet sounds of sex. All right as I come undone all over the bed in front of Hellena, spraying my lust across the sheets and collapsing to my knees on the side of the bed.

“Yes…yes…” Hellena pants, slumping forward, completely spent.

Her hand reaches out, and this time, I let her grasp my length, stroking the last vestige of my passion from me, curling her fingers to scoop it up, drawing it to her lips.

“Now you’re forgiven,” she hums, and I almost come again to the sight of her sucking my cum off her fingertip.

15

HELLENA

We've already cleaned up and cleaned off by the time Tell gets back.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he took his time for just this reason. To give us a chance to catch up, to vent our… unresolved conflict. Assuming he knew they would get back while he was gone.

Not that any of us did much talking.

They didn’t even fill me in on what happened to them last night. I didn’t really give them a chance, to be fair. I had needs first.

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