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I swear I almost choke on nothing but my spit. Staring steadily at him to make sure he’s not fucking with me, my brows slowly raise at the same time my dick throbs at the thought of it. But there’s no lie hiding in his gaze. No untruths. Only desire. A breath stutters from me.
“I wanna feel this inside me.” Beckham puts his hand between us, stroking my cock through my joggers.Jesus.He’s good at that. I grunt, subtly shifting my hips toward him.
We stand for interminable seconds, staring into each other’s eyes, breathing each other’s breath. His hands land on my waist, skimming back to where his fingers dip under the waistband of my pants. They slide inside, tentative at first. He watches my every reaction. Every twitch. Every stir of emotion in my eyes. And the funny thing is, he’s able to rip and tear these feelings from me without trying. I gasp, my mouth dropping open as he palms my ass.
“Your body is carved in the most achingly delicious way.”
“You aren’t afraid to go after what you want.” My head grows hazy when he pulls me close, and his erection lines up with mine the way it had earlier.
“No. I’m not. And I want you. I want all of you.” His tongue swipes over my lower lip, and, on a groan, I grasp his head, nip at his lips once, twice, then dive deep into the kiss.
As we’re exploring, learning each other, my mind races, knowing I’d been on the verge of tearing his clothes off earlier when Wilder and Echo came in, and I haven’t had it out of my mind since we decided to get up and join them. I growl, running my hands down his chest and around to his finely hewn back. I don’t know what the fuck Beckham does to stay in such good shape, because the man eats like a horse, but whatever it is, he should keep right on doing it.
It’s while all these thoughts are buzzing around in my head that Beckham slips my joggers over my ass. My breath catches, eyes lighting as they shoot open. Beckham swirls his tongue with mine once more, then pulls away, a devious, dangerous smile on his lips as he takes my freed cock in his grip. The way he tugs on my dick makes me want to shout, it’s so fucking good. I groan aloud, my eyes practically crossing with the pleasure of it. Somewhere in the daze I’m in, it registers that Wilder has scooted himself down on the couch and is coaxing Echo to sit on his face.
“Fucking look at that,” I breathe out. Pre-cum seeps from the tip of my cock.
Beckham’s lips twitch. “How about we see what happens if I suck your dick while you watch them?” He lowers himself to the floor and, kneeling before me, he teases me unmercifully, tongue flicking out here and there.
My head reels as he grasps my balls in hand, gently tugging. And then he swallows my cock, and holy fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck. With my vision tunneling, I grasp his head with both hands, threading my fingers through his hair. I revel in the feel of his warm, wet mouth as my dick slides in and out. And the suction he’s providing—the wicked flick of his tongue all along my shaft—it’s consuming my every thought. I’m fucking burning alive, and I don’t even care.
Movement and subtle whimpers catch my attention, pulling my gaze to lock on Echo. Wilder’s finally got a face full of pussy—his tongue buried in her cunt, he’s got her positioned so she’s leaning forward, gripping the couch. Her head falls back on her shoulders as she moves over him, her hips gently rocking. This girl of ours, she’s so fucking amazing.
It’s not hard to imagine Beckham lining up behind her, either… or me behind him. I grit my teeth. Heat washes through my body, limb by limb, before flowing to my cock where it jerks.He releases me from his mouth, pumping his hand up and down my length as he glances over his shoulder to watch Echo and Wilder. On a hard exhale, he turns back to me, his lip caught between his teeth.
“Time to join them again?” I raise my brows, reaching to pull my joggers up over my hips, but Beckham shakes his head.
“You fucking bet… but you may as well leave that beautiful dick out.” Beckham gets to his feet and shoves his pants down. His cock juts out from his groin, long and thick. He catches me looking. “See something you like?” Lips twitching, he shoots me a sexy wink.
I chuckle, my breath stuttering from me, but I gesture toward the two on the couch. We shift closer to the action, and Beckham climbs behind Echo. As I move around the furniture, my eyes remain glued to the three of them. Beckham bends to kiss and suck her neck before bringing his hands around to her breasts. He pinches at her nipples in a way that wrings a series of moans from her. The sultry sounds send a shot of uncontrollable lust to my dick. I know where I want to be for the moment—behind the couch so I can watch everyone’s expressions. I cup Echo’s face, and when her gaze pierces mine, I can’t resist kissing her swollen lips—lips that were on Wilder’s mouth and cock not long ago.Fuck. Yes.Desire floods me. Our tongues tangle frantically, and she gasps for breath. Her eyes are unfocused, glazed over. Pupils dilated with lust.
This is Echo in the throes of passion. “She’s coming undone. Keep going.” I press another kiss to her gasping mouth, sweeping my tongue inside and groaning. As I pull back, I whisper, “Echo, baby—enjoy the ride.”
Wilder practically growls from the flat of his back. “Her pussy is so fucking wet for us. Beckham, you ready?”
He moans in response.
I tip my head to the side to get a better view and realize Wilder has a hold of Beckham’s cock and is stroking him slowly. “She’s ready for this dick.” Turning his head, Wilder’s dark eyes meet mine. “There’s a bottle of lube in my pocket if you need it. I pulled it out of my bag when I was upstairs.”
With his cock still in Wilder’s grasp, Beckham huffs out a strained laugh. “Presumptuous much?”
“Nah”—Wilder smirks, his dark eyes finding mine again—“hopeful.”
“Beckham,” Echo pants. “I need?—”
He immediately refocuses on her, kissing her shoulder. “We’ve got you, little love.”
Circling to their side, I watch Beckham spread his legs to get himself low enough, then notch his cock at her opening. A whimper falls from her pouty lips. “Please.”
“That’s it,” Wilder murmurs. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you beg.”
I scrape my teeth over my bottom lip, watching from under hooded eyes as Beckham’s big cock enters her tight little body. “Yes. Yeees,” she breathes out.
I grip my erection, stroking roughly, as I feast my eyes on the trio before me. My heart stumbles over itself with the need to join in, so I step close, tuck my hand into the pocket of Wilder’s joggers, and come up with the lube on the first try. I set it on the cushion beside them, then tug his joggers down, releasing his cock. “Sorry, I feel like this needs to be out.” Coming in behind Beckham, I straddle Wilder’s waist, his bejeweled cock jutting straight up behind my ass. The idea of it has me all hot and bothered. I wet my lips and swallow hard, shifting my attention ahead of me. They’re moving languidly, Echo bracing herself against the back of the couch so they both have access to her pussy.
“Fuck, Wilder. Goddamn, I love your tongue,” Beckham gasps out, shuddering.
I tilt my head to the side, andfuuuck. Wilder’s tongue is not only all over Echo, it’s lapping at Beckham’s dick, too.Jesus. Fuck. Yes.I scrub my hand through my hair and lean in close to Beckham, running my hands over his back, then around to his abs. Under my fingertips, I feel the ripple of core muscles working with every thrust of his pelvis. And my cock, it’s cradled right in the crack of his ass. I just barely contain the groan of pleasure inside my chest.
