Page 51 of Devotion

Nineteen

KINGSTON

Sunday’s warm, soft skin slid across my body as she stretched in her sleep. I’d claimed big spoon last night after Moira had taken Callum away, and we all fell asleep together. You’d think a high-adrenaline situation like that would’ve had us amped up and ready to fuck or fight, but apparently what we all needed was a long stress nap. Ah, old age. I kind of loved it.

I pulled her closer, flattening my palm over the soft curve of her belly, fingers angled down toward the sweet V between her thighs.

She made a soft sound, some sort of cross between a moan and a whimper.

“Morning, Sunshine,” I whispered in her ear before peppering kisses along the side of her neck.

Rocking her ass backward, she pressed against my hard cock and whispered back, “Mmm, it’s a very good morning.”

“Getting started without us, Mr. Farrell?” Caleb grumbled from Sunday’s other side. He brushed her hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to her lips. Lucky bastard.

“The early bird catches the worm,” I quipped.

“I feel like there should be some comeback about the night owl,” Thorne murmured from behind me.

“Shhh,” Alek grumbled, an arm flung over his face. “You’re ruining it.”

“Ruining what? Your eyes aren’t even open,” Thorne pointed out.

“I don’t need my eyes to translate those sounds. I had a lovely little picture in my mind.”

Seemed like the nap had done everyone a world of good and we’d all woken up ready to start the day off with a bang.

Literally.

My fingers delved between her thighs, first rubbing slow circles around her swollen clit and making my Sunshine moan, then slipping inside her slick channel.

“Oh fuck,” she cried, rocking into my hand.

When I looked down her body, I saw Caleb had taken one breast into his mouth and Alek was making his way toward her legs.

“Turn onto your back, Sunshine,” I murmured, grabbing a pillow and positioning it under her hips for support.

Alek took that opportunity as an invitation, parting her thighs and positioning his shoulders between them. Sunday’s fingers tangled in his hair the instant he began eating her. God, I loved the noises she made.

The rest of us moved as a seamless unit, like we’d done this dance a thousand times before because, let’s face it, we pretty much had. I moved up to her head while Caleb and Thorne knelt on either side of her.

My dick was a length of steel, weeping at the tip, as was always the case when Sunday was around. “Open that beautiful mouth for me, pretty mate.”

She did, her eyes locked on mine as I ran my tip along her plump lower lip, spreading that little bead of pre-cum like I was marking my territory. The thought of painting her in my cum took root in my mind, making my balls ache with the need to turn the image into a reality.

“I know you like to drink me down, but I really want to see my cum on your tits,” I gritted out as she toyed with the hoop that pierced my crown.

Eyes heated, she nodded.

“You like that?”

Another nod as she opened wider and took more of me.

“You want us all to cover you in our spend,a stor?” Caleb asked as she took hold of his cock and began stroking. “You’re not my good girl right now, are you? You’re naughty.”

She moaned, the vibration sending tingles shooting across my body.

“Thorne, what the fuck are you doing over there? You’re missing all the good stuff.”

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