I hadn’t let myself be taken care of since my mother died. When she was gone, there was no one to take care of me, and the more Antonio controlled my world, the more my shield solidified until it was completely impenetrable.
Could I letthemtake care of me?
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I grunted, rutting harder against Hillary’s backside as I watched them. The two men stopped their kiss and moved closer, sitting down beside us on the grassy knoll.
Aaron’s hands skirted up Hillary’s thighs and dipped into the heat of her pussy, brushing past my fingers on her clit. When he removed the two fingers, they glistened with a thick coating under the moonlight. He licked off her arousal, closing his eyes to savor the flavor on his tongue before dipping them back into her, curling and thrusting them against her walls.
“Fuck me,” Hillary moaned, as we worked her over, sandwiching her between us in a three-way pet. I nipped at the soft skin beneath her earlobe while Aaron leaned in to press his lips against hers. Lucky moved closer beside us,massaging her breasts, all of us commanding her attention from all sides.
Aaron’s lips moved from hers to mine, and I got to taste the fading remnants of her lust on his tongue. The bittersweet tang rocketed a violent need through me harder than a hit of cocaine. I wanted everything from these people. I wanted every experience, every possibility. I wanted to take care of them, and be taken care of, for as long as they’d have me.
For the first time in my life, I wanted to be soft for someone. Adrenaline was one hell of a drug because it even made me want—
“I want you to fuck me.”
Everyone stopped in their tracks like I’d whipped out a gun instead of this admission. All eyes turned on me, even Hillary, who’d arched her back against mine to shoot a questioning look my way.
“To whom are you referring,compañero?” Aaron asked.
I nervously chewed my lip but, fuck it, I’d said it, and after murdering my father, what better time was there for another first? He’d threatened it in the closet all those months ago, and now… I wanted to know what it felt like to completely surrender to someone who would never hold it against me.
“You.” I replied simply. “Will you do it?”
The request hung heavy in the air between all of us, but I waited. Lucky’s crestfallen face was cute as hell, but our dynamic wasn’t something I wanted to play with. He was my brat, and I was his Dom … I couldn’t release that part of me with him. But maybe I could with Aaron.
My entire existence had been an exercise in controlled settings and controlling people. It was time to let a little of it go, and I trusted myGuapoto deliver it.
His pupils dilated, and he licked his lips as his eyes roamed over my naked body with only Hillary as my cover.
“I will do it.” Then he turned to the sexy Irishman on his left. “And you will take me.”
“I—uh—okay?!” Lucky spluttered, rendered speechless for probably the first time in his life. He quickly recovered. “Fuck yes, I will,” he declared with a triumphant grin. “I even packed lube!”
Of course, he did. I snorted in amusement and relief, anxious about this new experience. Before I could make a move, Hillary slid off my lap. The lascivious grin dancing on her lips shot electric sparks into my balls. I loved it when she looked at me that way.
She laid down in the soft bed of grass beside me and opened her legs wide in invitation. “I guess that means I’m the bottom. Come here, Viking, and fuck me.”
Cock throbbing and desperate for the heat of her pussy, I rolled on top of her, holding my weight off her body with my forearms while I notched my head at her entrance, teasing us both with the contact.
She wound her arms around my neck and thrust her hips up, forcing my cock deeper. I drove the rest of the way into her, as deep as I could hit, relishing her moan against my skin.
Hillary Lane. My Killer—she’d always fought to protect me as much as I had her—and tonight, she’d watched me avenge my childhood without a single blink of judgment. She wasn’t my sword or shield, but she was my safe harbor beyond a violent shoreline. I couldn’t love her more.
The tight sleeve of blissful heat strangled my cock as I thrust harder and harder, pistoning my hips to hit her G spot while my pelvic bone rubbed her clit. The frantic motion only halted at the cool drip of lube against my ass. Aaron’s low tone was barely audible over the sound of our lusting, ragged breaths.
“I will make your first time good,compañero.” He smoothed a rough palm over the swell of my ass and I clenched my cheeks at the unfamiliar intrusion. Hillarysquirmed under me, soaking me with her desire while she waited for me to move.
“Relax, Kellan. You will soon know whatRojois always begging you for.”
I forced my muscles to loosen as he massaged the gel into my hole and blew out another breath when he slowly inserted a single finger. It was a natural impulse to resist it, but as he lightly circled the inside of my hole with a gentle pressure, heat trickled up my spine. I rode out every swirl of his index finger, the heat building until the uncomfortable pressure became a delicious quake of pleasure.
“There you go.” Aaron’s voice dropped an octave into a potent sensual lull. “You are doing so well for me, baby, just relax.”
Aaron Rodriguez, a tormented man who’d found peace in letting go. He could have been a brother in another life. Instead, I’d been given him as a lover. His patient nature and devotion to Hillary had taught me love didn’t need to be perfect, but it had to be honest. It was a bond I’d never be able to replace.
He inserted another finger and curled them against my walls, massaging the so-called mythical P spot over and over while I held myself still inside of the gorgeous queen under me. A tremor hurtled through my entire core, every limb jolting at the contact, my dick jumping inside Hillary’s tight pussy as stars showered behind my eyelids.
“Ohhh, do that again.” She squirmed against me with a moan of lust, arousal dripping out of her and coating my balls. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from flooding her with my cum right there.