“Fucking hell. We haven’t even made it to the bedroom. I’m not even inside of her and I could finish so easily.” In a lightning-fast move, he switches their positions, throwing Elise up against the wall. “What are you doing to us?” he demands against her puffy mouth.
“Nothing we’re not begging for,” Gabe pants to my left. He’s a goner, too, like Tobias. He’s blind to anything but the woman, his mind having been put on a new, different setting. Attuned only to Elise and her body. Her needs. All three of us resemble each other in this moment, our bodies stiff for her, desperate, primed.
“Tobias,” she rasps, rolling her lower body sensually. “Please. Now.”
“Yes, love,” he responds in a gutter tone, taking his cock in his hand and positioning it between her legs. I want to beat my chest watching this happen. Witnessing Elise experience the journey where the final destination is her orgasm. I want to watch her scream and writhe and have her clit tended and her mouth fucked. I’m obsessed with her being fucked.
By us.
We’re no longer individuals. Not right now. We’re simply Elise’s.
But I must maintain some vital parts of myself, because I can’t help but look out for everyone’s well-being. It’s the coach inside of me.
“Tobias,” I bark, before he can enter Elise. “Not without a condom.”
His spine looks like it’s going to snap, his fist connecting with the wall. “Someday,” he says against her mouth, raking his lips across hers in a crude kiss that she loves, her throaty whine making me need to grip and stroke my half-sucked cock. “No rubber. Someday very fucking soon. Yeah?”
“Yes,” she says on a stuttering inhale.
Gabe curses under his breath, his eyes closing as if imagining it. Being inside Elise without protection. I can’t. I can’t allow myself to think about it or I’ll embarrass myself.
“Get her into the bedroom,” I order, my voice sounding odd. Like I have something permanently stuck in my throat. “She deserves better than the hallway.”
“I’m well aware of that.” Tobias kisses her furiously, wetly, his hands moving roughly up and down the outsides of her naked thighs. “You try ending a kiss with her, mate. She tastes like the fucking sun.”
God knows he’s right. Her perfection is fact.
Without discussion, Gabe and I step forward and pry Tobias off Elise, making sure that her feet find the ground softly. I step between them and Elise automatically wraps her arms around my neck, her brown eyes unfocused, needy, and our tongues flicker together as if they have a mind of their own. It takes every ounce of my will to propel her toward the bedroom and get her across the threshold. Gabe’s giant, unmade bed lays in the center of the room. Blue flannel sheets are hanging off one of the sides, but the room is clean, smelling of menthol and soap, the window shades drawn to make it ninety percent dark.
Elise is still trying to distract me with kisses as I set her down at the foot of the bed. Knowing we have precious little time before we lose the battle with our patience, I take a fistful of condoms out of my pocket and toss them onto the mattress and that’s the last responsible thing I can manage because Gabe is kneeling behind Elise on the bed, his calloused hands rasping up the soft skin of her belly and fondling her gorgeous tits, mesmerizing me. He allows himself a few swipes of his fingers inside of her bra, before stripping off her shirt and tearing the undergarment from her body, his hands shaking all the while.
Once she’s in the nude, whatever remaining manners we were capable of holding onto go straight out the window.
“Animals,” she reminds us in a thready whisper.
And we fucking pounce.
* * *
Gabe
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I’m not sure how Elise lands flat on her back on my bed. Maybe I pulled her, maybe Banks or Tobias pushed her down into the softness, but suddenly I’m kneeling beside her beautiful head, watching as Tobias and Banks shove open her thighs. They get down on their knees in front of her and begin taking turns licking her pussy. All I can do is stare. There will never be a time in my life when I’m not arrested by the sight of that place between her legs, so smooth and firm and glistening. It’s ours to satisfy. She is ours to satisfy.
I watch Tobias drag his tongue through the split of her sex and tickle her clit with the tip of his tongue, staying there, keeping at it while Banks slides his crooked middle finger inside, rotating it slowly, drawing it in and out, bringing the digit to his mouth and licking off the moisture. Going back for more.