ChapterThirty-Nine
ALEK
“You want me to... at the same time he’s... is that wise?”
“Oh, look, the big bad Viking’s flustered. It’s like you’ve never seen porn, bro.” I ignored Kingston’s unwanted commentary. It was the easiest way to deal with the mouthy arse.
I stared at Sunday, speared on Thorne’s dick, dripping and needy. “But she’s so small.”
“I can take it, Alek. I promise.”
Her breathless assurance, coupled with the heated look she leveled on me, made my beast roar with the need to be inside her.
“Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t give a damn whathewants. This is about you.” I climbed onto the bed, my knees between Thorne’s spread legs as I slid my palms over her thighs and up to her breasts.
She reached for me, lifting her hands up in a silent plea I had no trouble translating. I leaned down so she could curl her fingers into my hair and press her mouth to mine. Thorne chose that moment to roll his hips, and I swallowed her cries as pleasure racked her body.
“You’re still dressed, Alek. How are you going to fuck me with all those clothes on?” she asked, her lips swollen from my kiss.
“Easily remedied.” With a snap of my fingers, my clothes vanished, and my cock made itself known, pressing up against the treasure between her legs, already begging entrance.
“Fuck, I’m hard again. Sunshine, I think you might be part witch.”
“She’s busy. Take care of it yourself, and shut up,” Caleb barked.
“How do we do this?” I asked, my question as much for Thorne as it was Sunday.
“Slowly,” Thorne gritted out, his voice thick with tension. “Once you’re inside her, we’ll take turns moving and make sure to follow her lead.”
“Go on, Viking. Fill her. But don’t make her come. Not yet.”
Pleading blue eyes found mine as Sunday lay back into the cradle of Thorne’s body. “Please, Alek. I need you.”
I was aware the legs pressed against mine weren’t hers, but it was easy to tune everything else out as I trailed the tip of my cock along her slick folds, making her whimper as I lined myself up with her entrance. My size already made it a snug fit, but even as ready as she was for me, I knew this would be damn near impossible.
“Gently,” Thorne said.
Part of me didn’t want his help. The other part welcomed the reminder. She needed me to take extra care. I nodded and pressed forward, her cunt hot and slippery, easing the way... at least initially. I noticed the difference instantly, the way she stretched around me, the tension in her, the change in her breathing.
“Are you okay?” I looked straight into her eyes.
She squirmed, taking me deeper. “Keep going.”
“Fuuuuuck.” Thorne’s hissed curse filled the room as I sank in deeper. “I can feel that.”
I couldn’t help it; I looked at him. His face was etched in a kind of pained pleasure I was familiar with. The man was holding on by a thread.
“Alek,” Sunday whimpered, drawing my attention back to her. “Don’t stop.”
The way her pussy gripped my cock had me ready to drive deep, but I knew none of us would survive without coming. So with control I didn’t know I possessed, I continued my slow glide.
“Jesus. I’ve never felt anything like this,” Thorne said on a groan. “I need to move.”
“Yes. God. Move.” Sunday tilted her face toward him, kissing his jaw as he palmed one breast.
His hips shifted, a slow, rolling motion that caused the strangest fucking sensation to run along my length. It was him. Moving in her arse. Now I understood what he’d meant earlier. The added pressure and the unexpected caress had my balls tightening in preparation.
There was no way this was lasting long. It felt like I was going to detonate at any second. I’d be embarrassed, but from the sounds the other two were making, they were in the same situation.