“I can’t unsee it. Every time I close my eyes, it’s there. Burned into my retinas.”
“You’re welcome. Don’t be jealous. You could probably teach little Thorne some tricks too.”
Thorne’s expression went stony. “You know as well as I there’s nothing little about it.”
I shrugged. “But can he do... this?” Then I flexed my length, and it bounced like a springboard.
“What is this, the fucking circus? Stop acting like a trained monkey and get over here before you completely kill the vibe.”
“Well, I only have the one ring, but I can still make this the greatest show on earth.” Did I saunter over to where the two of them were? Yes. Yes, I did.
Sunday reached for me, her eyes still dark with lust as she drank in the sight of my fully naked body. “I need you to stop talking now, Kingston. You’re going to need to be focused for what comes next.”
I mimed zipping my lips, knowing that I might be silent, but there was no stopping the internal dialogue.
Almost immediately, they popped open again, but I knew I’d be forgiven. This was not only on topic, it was absolutely relevant. Choreography mattered.
“Where do you want me, Sunshine? I’m all yours.”
She bit her lip and considered me for a moment, then said, “I want to ride you.”
Laying down on the blankets, I took hold of Jake and held him steady for her. “Perfect. Saddle up, cowgirl.”
She snickered and shook her head, but I knew she loved it.
Thorne stood over us, watching as our girl positioned herself over me.
“Take off the dress, dove. I want to see all of you.”
Sunday sank down slowly, making me groan as she glanced over her shoulder at the vampire. Her voice was breathy with pleasure as she pulled her dress up over her head and taunted, “Tit for tat, Noah Blackthorne. If you’re going to see all of me, I want all of you.”
The vampire held her stare as he started slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I rolled my hips, drawing a moan out of Sunday and stealing some of his thunder. She could watch him all she wanted, so long as she didn’t forget about me.
“God, Kingston. Do it again,” she rasped.
I gripped her hips and lifted up, dragging myself across her G-spot and groaning at the feel of her answering flood of slick.
“Gotta make sure you’re ready to take him too, baby.” My fingers dug into her soft flesh as she rocked back and forth, chasing a climax already.
“Wait,” she protested, but it was half-hearted at best.
“I want at least one before Thorne shucks off his pants. Come on, Sunshine. Speed run.” I shifted my hand so my thumb was pressed right against her clit, applying the exact amount of pressure I knew she needed.
She came with a shudder, her eyes rolling back, lids fluttering, lips parted on a silent moan. God, I could watch her come apart for a lifetime and still want more. A tingle built at the base of my spine, my own release threatening, but I beat it back, forcing my trajectory to change so I coulddraw this out. She could come as many times as needed, but I was saving up for the big finale.
Thorne was there as she came down, his fingers tangling in her long hair as he tipped her head back and stole a kiss. “You are exquisite, dove.”
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I joked.
“I’d rather he take me.” Sunday’s voice was soft and sated, and I fucking loved it.
“They aren’t mutually exclusive. We could make our own Sunday porn.” Her pussy fluttered around Jake, and I grinned. “Oooh, she liked the sound of that. Quick, Thorne, grab your phone. It’s time we make that sequel.”
A wicked smile stole across his face as he pulled the slim device from his pocket and set it up at a good angle to catch all the action. As soon as the camera was rolling, he stripped down, approaching us while lazily stroking his dick. I’d never tell him, but he had nothing to be ashamed of.
“I’ve never done this before,” he admitted. “What do I do?”
I laughed, which made my dick move inside Sunday, which made her moan and clench around me. It was a blissful cycle of pleasure. “I’ve never done it either. I think we just go slow and make sure our girl is only feeling good, right, Sunshine?”