She cares. She’s my girl. It’s different.
Don’t let yourself get sucked back into the black hole of memory.
She hums, and everything inside my body clenches, tight and ready to go. I’m straining, racing toward release, the pressure in my balls excruciating. My hips roll. I’m fucking her sweet mouth and I can’t seem to stop.
I’d planned for her to suck me while West fucks her from behind, but he seems more interested in watching me now, and I can’t hold back.
I lift my head to look at her, look where my cock disappears into her mouth, between those lush lips, and I come.
My body shudders and shakes. My vision shuts down. It’s a whiteout. Blackout. I fall back on the bed, my mind blank, my thoughts erased, my body trembling.
“Nate.” That’s West, placing a hand on top of my thigh, a concerned expression on his face. “Are you okay?”
Should I be embarrassed for skirting the edge of panic, so close it ruffles my hair, and then shooting like a train coming off the rails?
“Just get inside her already,” I wheeze. “’M fine.”
He chuckles.
And then he does. Get inside her, that is. He pushes into her, holding her around the waist, and her mouth falls open as he fills her up.
Hot damn…
Watching just doesn’t cut it anymore. Invisible strings are pulling me to them. I sit up and put my hands on her tits. Man, I’m obsessed with them. Soft and round with taut pink nipples. I fondle them and stroke them as she rides West. I put my mouth on them, sucking on her nipples until she cries out, then I kiss her.
She kisses me back, and bites on my lip. I recoil, the pain shooting straight to my dick. She goes angry and wild, beats on my bare chest with her small fists.
I let her pound me for a few beats, then I catch her wrists. “What’s wrong?”
West stills behind her, his breathing ragged. “Syd?”
“I wish…” Her breath hitches, and her eyes shine too bright. “I wish Kash were here.”
“Me too, girl. Me, too.” West wraps one hand around her throat, then tucks her against him. “It’s okay.”
Goddammit, Kash. Goddamn you for leaving us.
“West…” She hiccups.
“I got you, girl.” West is moving again, and she presses her hands to my chest, moaning. Her head falls back against West’s shoulder as he thrusts inside her.
My cock is rock hard again, and I rub it against her clit, smear precum over her stomach. I hold on to her arms, kiss her neck. She’s crying and we’re fucking, and I don’t know what the hell we’re doing, just that it feels good, and we need it.
I need it.
West groans, his thrusts faltering. I reach behind Syd, grab his jaw and haul him in for a kiss. Salty, hot. Spicy.
Then Sydney scratches her nails down my chest and bucks between us, and I turn my head to kiss her, swallow her cries as she comes, her eyes glazing over, her thighs trembling.
I grab my cock and jerk off as West sinks back on his heels, taking Syd with him, thrusting deeper inside her and cursing. His hips jackknife once, twice, and he shoots with a growl.
My dick jerks in my hand, and I come all over her tits and belly. Losing balance, I fall on top of them, catching myself in the last second on West’s shoulder, my dick still twitching. I lift my other hand to Sydney’s face, wipe the tears from her cheeks.
Damn you, Kash.
Damn you for making us care for you and then going back to the unknown you came from—right when we’d started realizing what this relationship means, how to work with it, how happy it makes us, believing we found a home.
Damn you for breaking all our fucking hearts.