Page 63 of What's Left of Us

“Careful, little fighter,” Sterling growls, and I feel his hand brush over my abs as he grips her and steadies us. I’ve never heard the endearment before, and she sighs as he says it and eases up on her nails in my skin. “We can’t throw him on the bed yet.”

Then he’s kissing her throat while I kiss her lips, closing my eyes as he does whatever he wants. It's the most I’ve heard him say during sex before, and we’re just getting started.

The dress Jo’s wearing clings to her as I adjust my grip, cupping her ass, and I can feel Sterling hiss a breath as my fingers brush him, his body tensing momentarily before he sinks against her back. The lace is transparent, making it easier to hold her as she rocks against me, and I stumble back a step until my knees hit the bed and my cane falls to the floor, the sound snapping through the room.

For a moment, panic hits me. I’m the only one with a physical issue like this, I’m going to ruin it -

“Alastair,” Vinny says, and I pull away from Jo to glance his way. Sterling’s hands have shifted, moving from Jo’s waist to mine, and when I catch Vinny’s gaze he seems to be in the middle of collecting things from some of the cabinets in the room. “Relax. Help him out darling.”

Jo kisses my cheek instead of my lips this time before applying pressure to my shoulders. “Fall back, nightmare.”

I do as she says, tumbling back into the mattress. Sterling lets go, and I lose sight of him as Jo’s hair falls forward and curtains us.

For a moment, all I see are her pretty blue eyes. “We love you for you.”

Her lips descend on me, and when she no longer has to struggle to reach my lips she takes advantage and starts to kiss all over, her mouth sliding across my throat while her hips rock into mine. I’m already hard, and I swallow to try and focus as she starts pulling at the tie.

Above us, there’s mirrors. Not one big mirror but multiple decorative ones that let me see her from different angles. It also gives me an idea of what Vinny is doing by the cabinets. Sterling looks innocent as he walks away from the door.

I moan as she tugs at my shirt, tearing three of the buttons in her haste. Then she keeps kissing me, making her way down my body, but she’s taken all of her weight off of my hip now. The ache is still there, but it’s hard to even think about when her lips are on me.

She sinks lower, sliding off the edge of the bed to kneel for me. I prop myself up on my elbows as Sterling comes closer, skating his hands down her back. As pretty as the dress is hugging her curves, I’d rather see the lace on the floor.

He has similar ideas, unzipping it as Jo undoes my pants, eyes meeting mine as she works them down my legs with a little assistance. By the time she’s got them where she wants them I can’t see her dress anymore, and she gasps before her mouth can descend on me.

“Sterling,” Vinny calls, and Jo shifts for a moment before he gets up. When he moves there’s a pile of lace in his hands, and the dress is gone.

Jo sits up a little, bare skin on full display, and meets my gaze before she grabs my cock and licks the head, her eyes darkening as she watches me.

My head falls back at the feeling, and I watch her in the mirrors instead. I can’t tear my gaze away from her, watching the way the scars along her skin look like a pattern as she kneels and takes me deeper into her throat. I shift to one elbow, leaning forward so I can cup the back of her head as she moves.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my eyes rolling when she rolls her tongue over me. “Right there, killer. Right fucking there.”

I lose focus on what the other two are doing, my gaze honed in on Jo as she teases me. Her eyes turn glossy the deeper I go, and when she gags it makes my cock pulse in her mouth. I’m going to cum in her throat if she isn’t careful, and I plan to make this last.

She starts bobbing her head again when Vinny appears behind her, wrapping something around his hand. I have no idea what he’s holding, but he watches his wife with so much love on his face it’s hard to care about what it is.

I keep her in place for another moment, watching her eyes widen and mist when she can’t breathe, and Vinny watches with me before reaching over, pressing his hand over mine, and pulling Jo free of my cock. She gasps for air, licking her lips when she looks between us.

“On the bed,” Vinny says, and I think he’s speaking to her until our eyes meet. He releases my hand in her hair and makes a shooing motion, and it clicks that he’s talking to me.

Nodding, I scoot back, still half dressed. Jo stands in nothing but the heels, and Vinny wraps a hand around her throat and whispers something in her ear. Her eyes widen as she looks between us, then nods her head. “Yes, Husband.”

Jo scrambles over and crawls on top of me, pushing me back into the mattress again. She smiles down at me, and the bed shifts around us.

Her breath ghosts across my shoulder when she speaks, her hair hiding us again. “Fuck me, killer. We’re gonna see how long you can last.”

I smirk up at her, and she’s already got one hand on my dick guiding me in. She’s warm and tight as my cock slides inside her, and she sits back almost immediately to take all of me.

Jo cries out, throwing her head back, and I grip her thighs. She feels fucking amazing, and looks even better reflected in all those mirrors.

Sterling appears again, and I’m delighted to see there isn’t a lick of clothing on him as he nods to me, stopping beside the bed, fisting his cock.

I study the piercings on his cock as Jo twists, whimpering as I keep rocking into her as the angle changes. Sterling grabs her head, his eyes hooded, and she fists his cock with her hand over his before taking him into her mouth and making him grunt.

They look perfect together, and he’s solely focused on her as his eyes close and his head tips forward. Her other hand skims my abs, her nails barely touching me as she tries to stay upright and take both of us.

My thumb dusts over her clit and she jumps, breaking the rhythm building between us as she whimpers. Before I can reach up and play with her nipples Vinny is there, and I wonder where he’s been.

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