Page 18 of Laurels and Liquor

“What dirty little fantasies do you dream about? Rhett and me fucking Lucas from both ends? Or are you with us, Rhett fucking his beta’s cock into your ass while I’m balls deep in your cunt? Don’t leave me guessing, baby girl. Tell me what you were thinking about before I came in," Mateo asks, breath hot against my neck.

I swallow roughly, my tongue suddenly too big for me to form words. But as I hesitate, Mateo’s fingers stop, touching my nipple but not moving or squeezing like I want. An unspoken challenge.

“I was…thinking about Rhett behind me, like you are. He was telling me…” I trail off with a gasp as he pinches both of my nipples hard, adding that edge of pleasure-pain that makes my pussy clench.

“Keep going. Don’t stop,” Mateo breathes, words ragged.

“I could hear him telling me to touch myself, to taste how sweet I am,” I continue, grateful he can’t see how flushed my face is.

Mateo purrs low in his chest, a rumble I can feel against my back. He rolls his hips, the evidence of his enjoyment pressing hard against my ass. One of my hands drifts back to cling to his hip, nails digging as I try to drag him closer.

“Do it for me. Show me,” he commands, and the tone is so alpha that my whole body shudders.

I wriggle my other hand free, slipping it between my legs and pushing my panties aside so I can access my dripping slit. Whimpering at the contact, I circle my clit with teasing brushes before moving to my entrance. I push the tip of one finger into my channel, and it’s so wet, there’s no resistance. I don’t want to stop, but Mateo twists my nipples again, grinding his cock against me, and I remember myself. Withdrawing my finger, I hold it up so he can see my sticky arousal shining in the afternoon sun. Snatching my wrist, he pulls my finger into his waiting mouth. I moan at the feeling of his talented tongue wrapping itself around the digit, and I push back against his throbbing cock.

“I need you, Lydia. Please, let me—I want—”

“Please, Mat, please. I need you, too,” I whimper, speaking over him even as I’m dragging his boxers down.

We’re a tangle of limbs as we shed the few layers of clothes we have left, and then he’s on me. He pulls my top leg back and over his hips, opening me up to him fully. We work together to line his cock up with my entrance, and then he thrusts forward in one smooth motion, my body so keyed up that there’s almost no resistance. There’s still the delicious stretch as my body accommodates his size, but it feels too good. His mouth finds mine as we move together, faster and faster, as we seek mutual release.

“I love you so much, so fucking much,” Mateo pants when we pull away, and he rests his forehead against mine.

“Love you, t—Oh, God,” I start, breaking off in a moan as he shifts his hips and hits that perfect patch of nerves and makes me see stars.

“I know, baby girl. You feel so perfect, squeezing me so tight.”

He shifts again, pressing me face down into the mattress so he can thrust even deeper. I try to meet his powerful strokes, but I can only do so much. He has me pinned just the way I like: held enough to feel secure but not enough to feel trapped. I can drift in pleasure, my pleas for more growing higher and louder as he pushes me toward my peak.

“Gonna fill this perfect cunt, give you so much cum it’ll stain the bed and Rhett’ll smell us for months. Then we’ll take turns breeding this perfect pussy,” Mateo snarls, speaking so low and fast that I’m not sure he even realizes what he’s saying.

Something about that thought, about being fucked so hard and often that I can’t help but end up carrying a child, makes my pussy clench just right, and I shatter. I scream into the sheets, my orgasm flooding from me and filling every corner of my body with tingling warmth. Mateo curses loudly and drives deep, and the feeling of him pulsing, his cum filling me just like he promised, sets off another smaller wave of heat that makes me moan long and low.

We stay like that for a moment, Mateo holding his weight above me until he can’t take it anymore. He hisses as he pulls out, and I flush as the rush of our mixed release trickles over my thighs. It’s obscene and I can’t help my little dazed smile as I roll onto my side again, squeezing my legs closed to hold it in for just a little longer. Mateo cuddles up behind me, kissing my shoulder lightly. The house is still quiet, the only sounds our breathing and our heartbeats slowing back to normal.

“I needed that,” I sigh, speaking the thought as it occurs to me.

“Happy to be of service.” Mateo chuckles, still a little out of breath.

I smile to myself, letting my mind wander. In the silence, my thoughts creep back to the idea of Mateo and Lucas together, or Mateo and Lex, for that matter. And it’s more than a little shocking to realize that there’s not a shred of jealousy in my heart. A year ago, I may have gone into a spiral of self-hatred if I thought about a partner being with someone other than me. But now it’s just… natural. Like the last piece of a puzzle falling into place.

“Lucas might need you, too,” I whisper.

Mateo sits up and looks at me, concern in his eyes. “Lydia, that’s not—”

But I cut him off with a kiss, and just give him a reassuring smile when we pull away. “Only if you want to, and he wants to. But I don’t want you to think you have to be monogamous with me,” I state simply.

Mateo considers me for another long moment before shaking his head with a smile. “I appreciate that. I don’t know if it’ll happen, but I’m glad you’re comfortable enough to tell me that.”

He kisses me again, and we let it linger, not escalating, but just enjoying the feeling of closeness. When we pull away, Mateo settles behind me again, holding me close as he curls his larger frame around mine. My mind goes blank as his warmth fills me to the brim. But the warm afterglow is cut short as my phone’s ringer cuts through the silence. It takes us a minute to find it in the mess of sheets and blankets, but when I do finally extract it, my heart leaps into my throat. I swipe to answer, hardly getting it to my ear before I’m shouting.

“Rhett?! Oh, my God!”

Chapter ten

Rhett

IfI’velearnedanythingfrom the last two weeks in jail, it’s how to hurry up and wait. Hurry up and get to mess for lunch, but then wait your turn to be served. Hurry up and get to your bunk but wait for the guards to take their sweet time doing inspections. Today has been especially torturous, because it’s been hurry up and wait for my release. But after hours of bureaucratic nonsense, I’m finally on my way out.

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