Page 113 of Iris
I wouldn’t have been able to leave that room if I hadn’t had her, rutted her, knotted in her. Marked her.
She passed out from the sex and so I left.
Still…she calls to me. A wordless thing and stronger than anything.
Being on the other side of the door is hard.
After redressing, I make my way up to the bar only to find Emmie and Freya sitting at one of the tables. There’s an empty bowl in front of Emmie, which I’m guessing was her breakfast. She’s cuddling Delores.
“Morning, Daddy!” Em says.
“Morning, bug.”
Freya looks me over, and when her nostrils flare, I’m sure she’s taking in my scent mixes with Iris’s, Xavier’s, and sex.
“I tried to explain to her that you were too…busy,” Freya says, and one eyebrow rises.
“You smell like Icy,” Emmie says. “Is she here?”
Ah, shit.
I glance at the door and make sure to speak to Freya with caution. “What happened with the sister?”
“I told her you took care of her. She assumes you took her to that Pen lady, like what was planned.”
But Freya knows we didn’t. She lied to protect us from what really happened.
“C’mon, kid,” Freya says to Emmie. “We’re going to spend the day at the beach.”
But Emmie pouts, her lip trembling. “I want Papa. And Icy.”
“Papa’s away,” I say.
Her head turns. “Is Papa bringing me a present?”
Fuck, we’ll have to get her something. But we need to ride through Iris’s heat, and not just for the fun of it all, the pure, unadulterated sex. Protecting Iris means protecting Emmie, and god forbid if a mob comes looking. I doubt it, but I can’t be too careful.
“Papa will always get you a present. But you have to do something for me.”
“Okay.” She perks up at that. “What is it?”
“I need you to find me a bunch of beautiful shells. We can use them to make Icy a necklace.”
“Ooo, she’ll like that! Okay! I will!” She hops off her seat, and Freya takes her big bag of beach things as they head for the door.
I just wave Freya and Emmie goodbye. Then I lock up, leaving no sign announcing why, just the closed sign, and I bolt the door. The urge to return almost too strong, but I get some food in case she’s hungry. Fruit, crackers, simple things to settle her when the urge for food returns.
I finally go to the basement. The grunts and sighs make me smile and clench my gut because I want to be there.
When I step in, Iris is riding Xavier, and he’s sitting up, bouncing her on his cock, his mouth on her breast. But he doesn’t stop, just moves her to thrust deep into her, and she comes, another rolling, jolting orgasm that’s visible.
I set down everything and strip down, eager to sink into her ass, and he beckons with one hand, rolling her to her side and spreading her for me.
I’m so hard. I grip my cock, the fever in the air of her heat infecting us, infecting me.
I slide down on the makeshift bed, taking up the offer. I sink into her, the delight of her ass insanely tight with him in her cunt. We rock into her, one after the other, until we make her come and then we change it up, like we’re one being. We start to thrust at the same time. He’s been holding back because Xavier’s trembling, and I can feel the knot start to rise before he pulls it back.
Iris whimpers, a beg without words, and I let go, rutting into her, the rush of that act like freefalling and Xavier’s not far behind. We knot, coming and coming which triggers her again, and this time, when we come down, we stay in her, holding her, letting her nestle and next with us.
