Page 30 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

“I’ll take care of you.” She told him, just before she traced the length of him with her tongue, and then swirled it around his cock head. The two of them stared at one another locked in an erotic battle as she bathed his cock like she would an ice cream cone.

“You’re not taking care of me right now. I’m going to have to change your name from sweet one to little brat. Now suck my cock. Hard. Like you did for Armel. Otherwise I’ll think you like him better.”

“Mmm, so hard.” She gently bit on his tip, causing Ryker to throw his head back on a growling moan, thrusting his hips right off his chair.

“Miele, I may be a breeder, but I have no qualms with a good spanking.”

“Looks like she needs two people to keep her in her place.” Obi snuck up from behind her, smacked her ass before yanking her pants down. “You feel this Miele?”

He ran his cock along her slit, coating himself with her warm melt. Miele circled her hips in search of the cock he teased her with. Rather than give her what she expected, he flipped the head of his cock up and slapped her clit with it, and when she lifted her hips lost in the pleasure, he thumbed her asshole while pressing into her cunt.

“Look at the three of you,” I told them, taking hold of my already hard cock. “Such a sight. Miele looks so beautiful between the two of you. You’re doing such a good job Little Cub. Look up at Ryker. He’s gritting his teeth against the sheer pleasure of that talented fucking mouth. He’s gonna blow so hard. He wants to. Look at his hands, he’s going to break that chair, he’s gripping it so hard. Obi must be doing a number of that sweet little cock sleeve, if you’re sucking Ryker so good. Or is it because he’s playing with what’s mine. Does it turn you on knowing he’s breaking the rules right in front of me. Touching my claim? He didn’t even ask permission.”

Obi came on wild howl, taking hold of both of Miele’s hips and fucking into her with hard, pounding strokes.

“You gonna give us another one?” He asked her, remembering, after the fact that she hadn’t gone over with him.

“Why not make it a race. See who can hold out the longest. Miele or Ryker. Because her mouth on him, and he’s about to come in her mouth.”

“That so?” Obi looked over at me with a smirk before diving between Miele’s legs. “Look at how dirty your cunny is. Maybe Armel should make sure all the cum goes back into where it belongs.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. While he lapped at her clit, sucking it, biting it, working every which way, I filled her pussy up once more. The four of us a chorus of perversion as we all moaned, sighed, and rode on to the welcoming satisfaction of our conclusions. Obi and I kept Miele on a razor’s edge until we heard the change in Ryker’s voice. The throaty, gritted-teeth moan that signaled his cum working its way from his balls up his shaft.

“Here we go, Miele. Finish Ryker off while I finish you. We’ll call it a tie. Everyone wins.”

Just as Ryker came into her mouth, I shoved a thumb into her asshole and she came with such glorious ferocity, that I too fell over with them.

“You all right?” I asked eventually when sensation returned to my body.

We lay in a heap on the cool ground. Obi half beneath me, his face smashed up against Miele’s breast, while I cradled behind her, my legs a tangled heap between hers and Obi’s.

“Just right,” she purred. “This was the perfect dessert.”

eighteen

“I don’t thinkthis is as great of an idea as you think it is.” I loaded my luggage onto the scale and handed over my driver’s license to the ticketing agent. Ryker stood at the counter directly next to me doing the same thing. Armel stood behind me waiting for an agent to open.

“You heard me suggest it to her. She didn’t object.” Ryker huffed, pulling his sunglasses off his head and tucking them into his carry on.

“She didn’t object because I had my hand buried inside her. Maybe she didn’t even hear you.”

The ticket agent tried valiantly to remain impassive though her ears were the same scarlet color of her studious little vest and scarf.

“I’m pretty sure visiting Troublesome Creek with her came up at least three times. If she didn’t want us to join, she would have said something.”

Miele left the day prior. She’d be gone for three weeks as she worked on decoration plans with Casey and Clover on their vision for the main resort. We hadn’t heard from her since our dalliance at our home. Not for not trying. While she juggled the hotel renovation, she’d been hired to take on a new project for some fancy assed society woman, alongside the Troublesome Creek project. She was spread thin but promised that she’d been back and into our routine soon.

Ryker though didn’t want the routine. He wantedmore. The man was more mercurial than a teenager. I was pretty certain he was still in his feelings because the night ended having sex, again, with Miele instead ofromancingher and showing her who we were as men. Normal men who wanted to get to know her.

Sure, fucking in the club felt a little empty. And none of us were getting any younger, so naturally when one meets someone who seems like the perfect puzzle piece into what a person has been missing, whywouldn’tyou want to see where it went. Except Miele had been clear from the onset. We all agreed. No relationships. She just wanted the slap and tickle and to be on her way. And we needed to respect that.

Ryker, however, did not agree. He thought Miele could be convinced of how right we were if only weshowedher what life with the three of us would be like. Part of me wanted to believe in miracles. But most of me worried Ryker was not well enough insulated for how badly this would end.

“Someone knows we’re coming though, right?”

“I texted Odin. He knows we’re on our way.” Armel fell into step with us as we went off in search of the first class lounge. “Guess it’s a really full house right now. Casey’s brother Gideon is there with his wife and husbands, plus Margaux’s best friend Journey and her three men are up there. Clover is over the moon with all the company. She’s apparently planned some big dinner tonight. She even hired a sitter for the kids.”

“At least someone will be excited to see us,” I muttered, not missing the eye roll from Ryker as we walked into the lounge.

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