Page 54 of Lavender and Lightning

“Let’s give Rhett something to admire, baby. Show him how good you take my cock,” I say smoothly.

I gently start to twist her hips, and she picks up on my meaning. I adjust beneath her so I’m flat on my back, and she turns around, the delicious globes of her ass presented to me. As she leans back, I help support her weight, guiding my cock to her entrance. We both groan as she impales herself all the way to the base, right where my knot is beginning to swell, and we freeze for a moment. Leaving one hand on her upper back, I wrap my other around her stomach, bending her back even farther until her breasts are fully on display. When I start thrusting up, her hands scramble to find balance, one arm settling on my abs.

“Look at that,” Rhett breathes, and the heat in his whisper brings a feral grin to my lips.

“Holy shit, you feel so good. Please–right there,” Lydia babbles, her head falling back.

I pick up my pace, and the warm, wet heat of her channel ripples around me every time my cock brushes along that sensitive patch of nerves. It only takes a few strokes, and then Lydia’s body locks up, and I feel the squeeze and gush of her release as she screams. I don’t stop, but I slow down, working her through the aftershocks. But then I feel a warm, wet slide of a tongue on the base of my cock and balls, and I jump.

“That’s right, love. Keep going while I clean you up,” Rhett says, voice coming from between our legs.

There’s another long, broad stroke of his tongue, and I groan, bucking under the sensation. Lydia takes over, riding me in slow, deep rolls of her hips. Rhett alternates between sucking on Lydia’s clit and licking my cock and my knot, sending white-hot flashes of pleasure through my entire body. Moans fall unabashedly from my lips, their names intermingled with sighs and gasps. It’s not long before I feel the tightening in my lower back.

“I’m not going to last, baby. Do you want me to–”

“No, I want to taste you,” Lydia snaps, sitting up from my hold.

Before I can protest, she’s kneeling between my legs, lips locked around the head of my cock. My shout is almost drowned out by her moan, and I look to find Rhett positioned behind her, cock buried inside of her slit once again. But I’m distracted again as Lydia’s head bobs up and down, the wet sounds of her mouth the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard in my life. When she comes up for air, she reaches behind her to grab Rhett’s wrist, pulling his hand away from her hip to down between her legs.

“I want to taste my come on your cock, too, sir. Please,” she says sweetly, turning to bat her eyelashes at him.

In that moment, I can tell Rhett’s questioning whether he’s died and gone to heaven. Because I can’t help but wonder the same thing. Lydia returns to trying to suck the life out of me, and I do my best to control myself, but each flick of her tongue makes my hips buck. I try to pull back when she chokes a little, but she only follows, taking more of me down until I feel the head of my cock slip down into the tight squeeze of her throat. She swallows around me, and my eyes fly open wide, shouting profanities. Her moans vibrate down the length of my cock, and there are spots at the edges of my vision as I reach the very edge of release. She doesn’t stop, screaming around me as she reaches her peak, and I can’t hold back. I pull out slightly, as not to be rude and shoot directly down her throat, but that’s the best I can manage. Pulse after pulse, feeling like forever, as I release a massive load of cum into the eager mouth of my omega. She suckles and licks me clean, not losing a single drop.

“Fuck, I can’t–mouth open, now,” Rhett gasps, voice raw with pleasure.

Lydia springs into action, moving to position in front of Rhett’s gleaming cock. She takes the head into her parted lips, and despite just coming not five seconds ago, I feel my cock beginning to stir at the sight of her bobbing head, and Rhett’s glistening chest and stomach as he strokes what she doesn’t take until he, too, is shouting profanities to the ceiling, driving deep into Lydia’s waiting mouth.

When he’s spent, Rhett collapses back onto his heels, panting. Lydia moves to curl into my side, grinning like the cat that got the cream.

“What’s so funny?” I ask with a breathless little chuckle.

“I was right. Y’all taste like a whiskey sour together,” she says, falling into a fit of laughter.

I stare for a moment before I catch her case of the giggles, burying my face in the crook of her neck and holding her tight. Rhett’s deep chuckles join ours, and I feel his weight and warmth on Lydia’s other side. We laugh ourselves breathless, falling into a comfortable silence after.

“I love you,” Lydia says into the quiet.

“Love you, too, baby,” I reply without having to think.

“I love you, too. Both of you,” Rhett says.

He’s looking between both of our faces, a fond smile stretching his handsome face. I lean down and give him the slightest peck before doing the same to Lydia. And right now, I can’t think of a place I’d rather be than right here, tangled up with the love of my life, and my best friend, basking in pleasure-induced euphoria.

twenty-three

Lydia

Augustbeginsinnocuously,despitethe tension that lives in my chest almost constantly. It’s been about two weeks since the run-in with Seth’s groupies at the event, and we still haven’t heard a peep from Seth himself. The silence is worse than the harassment, not knowing when and where the next hammer strike will fall.

My nest is finally coming together now that I’ve been able to get Rhett and Mateo to join me in it a few times. It still feels like I’m missing something, and I’m stubbornly ignoring the little voice in the back of my head that keeps pining for mulled wine and orange peels.

Caleb hasn’t seen any action since the corporate mixer, and despite my jokes about it, he’s relieved. He’d rather have boring days than ones spent dodging literal bullets. So when I’m sitting on a stool behind the counter at Wila’s, I’m not surprised to see him helping Gran move bags of potting soil just for something to do. I’ve asked if Alexandra knows that he’s doing this side work on her dollar, but never got a straight answer. I’d hate to ruin Gran’s fun, so I can keep a secret.

“Yugoslavia?” Gabby asks from her perch on the counter.

Caleb doesn’t answer, despite the fact that this game of “Guess Where Caleb is From” has been going on for several minutes. We’ve gone through almost every country in Eastern Europe, but Caleb has yet to confirm or deny anything.

“You’ve guessed that one already, babe,” I say with a low chuckle.

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