Page 21 of Tarnished

“I’ve waited so fucking long to have you like this,” I rasped, nipping at the skin of her jaw.

“Me, too,” she whispered, shivering under my touch. “I’ve always been in love with you, Beck.”

I cupped her cheek, stroking my thumb over her soft skin and her full, kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Never letting you go, baby,” I promised her. “You’re mine.” I looked at Tank over her shoulder. He was already watching me, and his eyes immediately met mine. “Ours,” I corrected.

Tank nodded in agreement before standing from the bed, his cock hanging heavy between his thighs. My own dick fought to harden again, desperately wanting to feel our man inside me. He watched me for a moment before reaching down to stroke his thick cock, his eyelids heavy, need burning in his eyes. Need for us. How had Clarke and I gotten so fucking lucky?

“Will you let me take care of that?” I asked, licking my bottom lip in preparation.

He licked his lips. “Only if you fuck our sweet girl at the same time.”

My hips bucked up on instinct, thrusting against Clarke’s damp core. I looked up at her to find her already watching me, her lips parted the slightest bit, her eyes hazy with lust. I rocked her hips over my hardening cock, letting her wetness drench me. She was so fucking warm. Getting inside of her couldn’t happen fast enough. Especially when Tank’s cum began leaking out of her, drenching my cock even more.

“You up for that, baby?” I croaked, my voice sounding strangled to my own ears.

She nodded. “If I say red, everything has to stop,” she blurted.

Tank caressed her hair. “Good girl,” he murmured, and her cheeks flushed, her eyes brightening. Fuck, he knew how to make her light up, and I loved it.

“Need a condom,” I told Tank.

He rummaged around in the bedside drawer before pulling out two and handing me one. Clarke took it from me and ripped the packet open with her teeth before shifting back to rest on my thighs. I watched with a hungry gaze as she rolled the condom over my thick length before she leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of my cock over the latex.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned. “Get on your back for me.”

She rolled off of me and to her back, her legs parting to reveal her pretty, pink pussy, already dripping wet and ready for me. I slid between her thighs and leaned down to kiss her before gripping my cock and pressing my tip to her entrance. She nodded at me, her fingers linking together behind my neck. I began to sink inside of her, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Fuuuuck,” I moaned, dropping my forehead to her shoulder. “Goddamn, baby. So good. You’re so warm and tight. So fucking wet.” I kissed her, easing out before thrusting back inside of her. “You’re goddamn addictive.”

The mattress shifted, and then Tank was behind me. Something cool pressed against my hole, and I groaned, bearing down so he could slip a finger inside of me. I had no idea what he was using for lube, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside of me so we could fuck Clarke together. She was our main priority, but I knew Tank would take care of me, too.

“Get inside of him, Ash,” Clarke throatily begged. My cock twitched inside of her.

A deep chuckle rumbled up from the depths of his chest. “I have to prep him, little one. Have patience.”

She groaned, her head falling back on the pillows. I chuckled and kissed her, moaning when Tank’s thick fingers brushed over my prostate. My hips moved, fucking back onto his finger before I slid my cock deep inside Clarke again. She whined, clawing at the back of my neck hard enough to sting.

“That’s it, sweet boy,” Tank praised. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, boy.”

I groaned and did as he commanded, and when he slipped a second, and then a third, I was just about losing my fucking mind. The sensation of having his fingers in my ass and my cock in Clarke’s warm pussy was enough to have me seeing the whole damn galaxy.

When Tank eased his thick cock in my ass, the galaxy turned into pure, white-out bliss. The most erotic sound I’d ever made in my fucking life ripped from my throat. Tank gripped my hips, guiding every move I made so I fucked Clarke perfectly with every thrust of his hips. She and I sloppily kissed, and when I could no longer think, the sensation of having Tank fuck me and me fuck Clarke too much to handle, my forehead dropped to her shoulder again.

Tank took over kissing her, leaning over me, still guiding me all while he fucked his tongue into Clarke’s mouth. My ears began ringing, and I tried warning them, but I wasn’t even sure if I managed to move my lips, let alone make a sound as my cum flooded from my balls and my ass clenched around Tank.

Clarke arched beneath me, her nails digging into my back and ripping into my skin as she shattered, her walls fluttering around my cock, and then Tank sank his teeth into my shoulder, his hips stuttering.

I collapsed on top of Clarke, my ears still ringing. She wound her arms around me, and I was pretty sure I whined when Tank eased out of me, leaving me feeling empty. Vacant.

His hand stroked over my back before he pressed a tender kiss to where he bit me. The mattress shifted as he moved off the bed, and then, he gently rolled me and Clarke so we were on our sides, facing each other. I hugged her to me, the ringing in my ears slowly dying down so I could hear again. She stroked her hand over my blonde hair. “You okay?” she murmured.

I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, shuddering when Tank began to clean me up, my body almost too sensitive for his touch. “Better than okay,” I assured her. I squeezed her to me. “I love you so goddamn much.”

She pressed a kiss to my sweaty chest. “I love you, too, Beck,” she murmured before snuggling into me. “Always.”

“Always,” I agreed. And when I glanced over my shoulder at Tank, I saw the same promise in his eyes, even though he hadn’t spoken those words to either of us. My heart squeezed in my chest.

I had a feeling that from now on, it would be the three of us against the world. And I was perfectly okay with that.

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