Page 54 of Thick as Thieves
He slowly thrusts his cock into me. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
I laugh out as he groans and drops his head back.
“Liar,” I laugh. He’s smiling with me, loving me.
We continue our slow dance together, but he stops as the door opens. Xan comes back in, locking the door behind him. He says nothing, putting the tray down near the door and walking over, his cock starting to bulge in his jeans. Running his hand over Kell’s back and arse cheeks, smacking him as he goes, he moves up to me and kisses me, his hands homing in on my breasts. A gentle caress, featherlight, grazes across my nipples.
Kell stands up, pulling me down the bed. He drapes my legs over his shoulders and pushes back into me. We both moan out as Xan carries on, alternately kissing me and sucking on my tits.
“Oh God, Xan, do that again,” Kell groans out as he feels my muscles contract and grab him.
Xan bites and sucks on me, moving out of my reach as I go to caress his skin. He lifts his head off me and kisses my mouth, saying, “I can wait. Let him love you, Kitten.”
It’s the same phrase Kell used in France, but about Xander. Was it obvious what they actually wanted even then? That far back?
He goes back to my tits, heightening my senses as Kellen pushes harder and harder, calling out my name as we both climax.
I can hardly breathe. Tears are leaking out of my eyes as I lay spent on the bed.
Kell drops to his knees, opening Xan’s jeans. Xander is so dominant with him, the whole stance so incredibly Alpha. He’s perfectly magnificent, his body glowing in the daylight coming through the windows, highlighting his long, languid, muscular frame.
I see how Kell looks at him, with hunger in his eyes. I’ve never seen that look from them outside this room. Clearly they’ve done well keeping it for themselves.
I manage to stand, and reach out to touch Xander’s back, kissing it, biting my way across it, not bothering if he has a whip mark there or not. He likes it. I hear him hiss out, and feel him thrust more into Kell’s mouth.
He pulls him off by his hair and lays on the bed. “Evie, I want you here, and Kell there.” He touches his mouth for me and his cock for Kell.
Kell looks drunk as he kneels over him and takes him back into his mouth.
“Evie. Now,” Xan commands me. “I want you here, on my face. Now, Evie.” He pulls me towards him and smacks my arse. “Now.”
I move quickly and sit on his chest.
“Is that my mouth?” He quirks his brow at me.
Kell lifts his head and turns me round to kiss him. “Taste him, Evie, and get the fuck on his mouth for god’s sake.” He laughs, going back to licking Xan’s beautiful cock.
As I go to sit on him, he says, “No, face the other way. So you can watch Kellen and kiss him when I come in his mouth.”
I stutter at that and hesitate.
He’s watching me closely, missing nothing. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
I shake my head, but I can’t get any words out. What the hell is wrong with me? He sits up, moving Kellen off him, and holds me.
Kell comes to stand beside me, touching my hair. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
“Come lay with us, nothing else,” Xander says, pulling me off him and moving me to the side, holding me so close.
Kell gets behind me. “What is it, Kitten? Are we too much?” he asks me, concern making his voice wobble.
I shake my head. I don’t even know what it is. I feel like a total novice. But I can’t say that now. Not after all the stuff we’ve done in the last twenty-four hours. But I do.
“I think I’m having a crisis of confidence,” I admit, laughing a bit. Or, trying to.
They look at each other, probably thinkingnowshe’s bothered? Now?
I chew my lip, and shrug.
