I removed my fingers slowly, then prodded my cock against her. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
Getting the head in was the worst part, or so I’d heard. I’d never had a cock in my ass. I wasn’t open to that kind of domination. I pushed into her resistant body, letting the lube help, and . . .
Noemi gave a hiss of breath as I gained access. “Wait.”
This time I listened. I caressed my palms over her skin, trying to distract from the discomfort. The couch shifted as Payton moved off of Dominic. She slithered down beneath us to lie on the cushion, putting her legs between ours. There was a flash of red when Payton’s polished nails tunneled through Noemi’s hair. The other feminine hand slid down Noemi’s waist, disappearing under her body, but it was unmistakable what Payton was doing. Noemi arched from the touch.
“Does that feel better?” Payton whispered into Noemi’s ear, her gaze locked onto mine.
I pushed further, just enough so I could move inside her channel that was so impossibly tight. And with that movement, things began to change. A soft moan came from her, which probably had more to do with the fingers on her clit than anything I was doing. I was only in a few inches, but flames of pleasure licked at me. Begged me to take her completely. Own her forever. No one had had her this way, and I’d always be the first.
Payton’s lips skimmed Noemi’s neck, and I used the opportunity to slip further inside. “Yes, fucking yes,” I babbled on an endless loop. Sensations blurred and disoriented me as I pulsed my hips, urging my cock deeper on every advance.
“Oh my God,” Noemi murmured.
I was all the way in, utterly connected. I leaned over so I could set my mouth on the opposite side of Noemi’s neck from Payton. “You gave me all of your body, Noemi, and it’s fucking amazing. You’re amazing.”
Her pulse raced beneath my lips.
I’d slipped and uttered her full name, but Payton didn’t seem to notice. I hadn’t planned for it to go like this, but I was pleased having the woman under us, focused on helping Noemi. I assumed her fingers were darting back and forth on the spot that would get Noemi where she was sending me.
“Do you like it?” Payton asked. “His big cock fucking your ass?”
Noemi took in a huge swallow of air, her fingers white-knuckled on the couch cushion. “Yes.”
I throbbed inside, moving faster until I was thrusting with force, driving her body against Payton’s. Did she like that? Payton’s tits flattened against her own? Dominic watched the scene, his expression full of lust but his body looked spent.
Noemi’s tremble was so severe it shook all of us. “Joseph, oh my . . . I’m, fuck, I’m—”
I was right there with her, heading to overload. “You’re so filthy, and I love it. You want me to come inside your ass, filthy girl?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes!”
I sawed my cock into her, desperate to send her over the edge before I went. Maybe I should tell Payton to put two fingers inside Noemi’s pussy, but she—
A short scream burst from Noemi as her body seized. “I’m coming!”
The snug fit of her was already too much, so when her rhythmic pulses began, I was doomed. “Shit.”
No thought was involved. My body went instinctively, driving into her until I crossed the threshold into pleasure that traveled in waves of numbness. I felt the hot torrent rush from my cock, each spurt carrying a new round of bliss with it.
“Holy shit,” I moaned, rocking in the cradle of her body. “So good, baby. You make me feel so good.” I stopped my words by planting my mouth on her sweat-damp skin, ghosting kisses. Her orgasm receded one breath at a time.
I extracted myself gently, giving her another minute to recover. She lay with her head on Payton’s breasts and her arms outstretched, one hand gripping Dominic’s ankle. I quirked my mouth into a smile. I’d thrown this little lamb into a pack of wolves, and she’d survived. Not just that, she’d flourished.
I’d underestimated her at every turn, and I needed to stop making that mistake.
chapter
TWENTY-FOUR
After we finished the cake and champagne with Dominic and Payton, we finally dressed and parted ways with my friends. Our friends now, really. Wasn’t that what couples did? Referred to things as ours? I’d cleaned and locked up the club, then hailed a cab to take us back to her place.
She’d snuggled tight against me in the backseat. I liked my arm around her shoulders, sitting quietly while the city whizzed past us. When we were in her apartment, I helped her out of her coat and she stepped out of her shoes. Without words, I urged her toward her master bathroom.
Once the shower was warm, I peeled off our clothes. We were both feeling the alcohol, and she laughed when her bra gave me trouble.
“I’ll just tear it off.”