“How does it feel?” I whispered to Rich.
It was Loren who answered, though. Jericho was too far gone. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
His daunting tone, coupled with the unyielding look he gave me, made my teeth sink into my bottom lip. Loren began thrusting faster and the sound of his hips meeting Jericho’s ass filled the small room as he pounded him.
He held my gaze the entire time he took Jericho from behind.
I was as much a part of this as the two of them.
So much so I forgot to object when Loren yanked my leg over Rich’s hip, opening me up for him.
“Finger her pussy,” he ordered Jericho.
Eyes still closed while Loren used him, Rich blindly obeyed. His fingers fumbled around before finding my soaked entrance and immediately plunging two of them inside.
“Yes,” I cried out as he fucked me while Loren fucked him.
Soon after, my eyes drifted closed against my will, and I was left with only the feeling of Rich’s fingers, the sound of Loren’s grunts and Jericho’s groans, the taste of cherries on my tongue, and the smell of morning dew and berries.
The small bed rocked beneath us, making the headboard bang the wall relentlessly as we found the perfect rhythm and rode it. I briefly worried it might break, but then Jericho’s thumb began circling my clit, and the only thing that mattered was the orgasm cresting. I felt what must have been Loren’s hand push between us and then him stroking Rich’s cock.
“You’re going to come for me,” he said to Rich. There was a pause and then, “Open your eyes.”
The way my body responded told me that the second command was meant for me. Letting my eyes slowly open, I found them both watching me, waiting for me to come even as they fucked each other. My breasts were smashed against Jericho’s chest as Loren’s thrusts became so forceful our bodies moved together as if the three of us were one.
I was the first to come.
I didn’t think to temper my cries.
I couldn’t think of anything else but the shock wave seizing my body. It took some time, an eternity it seemed, and then, I was finally spent.
Rich splintered apart with a choked sound, and I felt his warm seed splashing my belly as I stared into his gray eyes.
Loren wasn’t far behind.
His movements became less and less controlled until he shoved inside Rich one last time and filled the condom with a groan.
There was only our heavy breathing after he was done. That…and the sound of the front door slamming shut.
Houston and his grandmother had returned.Could Houston hear my heart pounding?
I felt like I was sweating bullets each time he studied me closely. Loren, Rich, and I had rushed to clean up, get dressed, and make our way to the front of the house as if nothing had happened. Laine was too busy starting dinner to notice the tension and our ruffled appearance, but Houston was right on our trail.
I knew he wouldn’t appreciate me having sex in his grandmother’s house the first time he brought me over. Or ever.
Yup.
Never having sex here would have been better.
I couldn’t even blame anyone but myself since it had been my idea to goad Loren and Rich into having sex.
Unable to take the heat, I got the hell out of the kitchen and made my way to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face and once again tried fixing my hair. Once I accepted that it wouldn’t get any better, I finally left the bathroom only to run into Houston waiting for me. He was leaning against the wall across the hall with his hands in his pockets.
“Have fun?”
I fidgeted on the threshold. “I-I um—”
He walked toward me, and I stopped speaking immediately. I stared up at him while he towered over me, but I refused to cower even when I was in the wrong.
“You wait until I’m gone to end the hiatus? Tell me why I shouldn’t be pissed.”
“Wait…that’s what you’re upset about?”
“What else would I be upset about?”
“This is your grandmother’s house, Houston.”
“You do realize I was raised here, right? I spent my teenage years in this house. You didn’t do anything I haven’t done a million times. Besides, she wasn’t here.” He then glowered at me. “Neither was I.”
“We didn’t have sex.” I paused. “Well, I didn’t.” I paused again when I remembered that I wasn’t entirely innocent. “It was my idea, though.”
Houston’s brows rose, but he didn’t comment on what I’d told him. Loren and Rich fucking wasn’t news to him. Houston simply took my hand and then led me down the hall to his bedroom. I immediately looked around even though I saw it briefly during the tour hours ago. Unlike Loren and Rich, Houston had a queen bed situated between two windows. He also had a desk that I tried to picture him sitting at while studying for a test or writing a school paper.