West wrenches his lips from Zeke’s with a frustrated groan. “Princess,” he grits, his voice thick and raspy. “I’m gonna need you to turn around and straddle him.”
Resting one hand on Zeke’s bare shoulder, I keep the other wrapped around his thick cock and position my knees on either side of his hips. His eyes burn into mine and his jaw clenches, but he doesn’t protest. Even if he doesn’t trust me yet, he trusts West completely.
As soon as I’m in place, West kneels on the sofa behind me, his knees pressed against the outside of Zeke’s thighs and his chest flush at my back, sandwiching me between the two of them. West slides his hand over my hip and stomach before dipping it into my panties and toying with my clit again. Zeke’s gaze is firmly on West now, his eyes dark with longing. West resumes their fiery kiss, and I grow wetter by the second watching these two powerful men devour each other.
I pump Zeke’s dick harder and grind my ass against West’s hard length. West continues rubbing my clit, circling it in a dizzying rhythm with the perfect amount of pressure. I rock into his hand, causing it to brush against Zeke’s shaft. When I swipe the pad of my thumb over the crown of Zeke’s cock, collecting the precum beaded there, a deep groan rolls through his body. West groans too, and they swallow each other’s sounds.
Curling my fingers into Zeke’s thick hair, I gently tug his head back. He grunts and threads one of his hands through West’s hair and the other through mine, holding us in place and arching into the pleasure we’re bringing him. Dropping all his weight onto my back, West presses me flat against Zeke and wraps his hand around Zeke’s length, directly above mine. The two of us move in unison, pumping Zeke’s thick shaft as he shudders beneath us. We’re so tightly woven together that I can no longer tell where one of us ends and the next begins. All three of us remain locked in this sweet, sinfully hot embrace. Zeke and I chase our climaxes while West pushes us closer to that edge.
My orgasm rolls over me, wave after unending wave. The hand on Zeke’s cock goes still as the intense sensations render me immobile, and West takes control, milking Zeke’s shaft while coaxing the last tremors from my body. A few seconds later, Zeke wrenches his lips away from West’s with a harsh grunt, and thick ribbons of his cum spurt over West’s knuckles.
West turns his head and grins. “You okay, princess?”
My head spins. “Uh-huh.”
“You want to help me clean up?” he asks, lifting his hand to my lips.
Darting out my tongue, I lash it over his outstretched fingers and clean Zeke’s cum from them, working my way from his fingertips to his knuckles. West’s gray eyes turn stormy with desire. “You’re so fucking sweet.” Gripping my jaw tightly, he sweeps his tongue over my lips and groans when he tastes Zeke’s cum.
“Holy motherfucker,” Zeke mutters.
“Yeah, that was pretty fucking hot,” Xander says.
West lets me up for air, and I glance behind me to see Xander standing right by us.
“Damn. It’s my turn to cook,” West says with a groan.
“I can help,” I offer.
He presses a kiss on the tip of my nose. “I can handle it. Stay here with Zeke and Fitch.”
“Yeah,” Xander says with a cheeky wink.
West untangles himself from me and strolls out, adjusting himself with a grimace. Xander flops down on the sofa beside Zeke and me.
Zeke turns me sideways on his lap so I’m facing Xander, who smiles at us both. “You two have a good time today then?”
I rest my head on Zeke’s shoulder and sigh. “We sure did.”
He chuckles. “I told you he was good at the aftercare.”
Zeke grunts, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face as he wraps his free arm around Xander’s shoulder. I lace my fingers with Xander’s and rest our joined hands in my lap. He turns on the TV and the three of us sit in silence watching Forged in Fire reruns while the delicious aroma of whatever West is cooking for dinner fills the penthouse.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
LILY
“You need to stop bending over counters like that, princess.” West smacks my ass on his way past me.
I straighten up and fix him with the fiercest glare I can muster while trying not to laugh. “I’m cleaning. Kind of hard to reach the middle of the island if I don’t lean over.”
He winks, his gray eyes twinkling with amusement. “I need to get some work done before bed. You two behave yourselves.” He gives me a soft kiss on the lips and leaves Xander and me alone to finish cleaning up after dinner.