Page 64 of The Gift
Rolling slightly, I reach up and do exactly that. Kissing Ashton is completely different to what I thought it would be like. I was going for soft and gentle, but he’s not. He wraps his hand around my throat, letting it settle around the base not squeezing, but definitely making a play for something more. He bites my lip hard, dragging it through his teeth before sucking on my bottom lip, watching me closely before his hand tightens. I gasp for air. It’s easy to breathe, but he’s showing me a side to him I never thought to look for.
“More,” I plead.
Ashton’s tongue, his lips, his teeth take me on an introduction of submission. His hands squeeze harder around my neck when I chase him when he pulls away, leaving me short of breath.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I nod so many times I think my head will fall off. A slow grin spreads over his face, and he holds my breath in his hand again, his eyes deepening in colour as the flush on my face does too. “I’d say you’ve already tried a few things, maybe looking for a way to be you without being you. Serious talk before we get too carried away. But not now, now we explore some more.” He smirks, and the look on his face morphs from a little edgy back to the guy next door before he drops a gentle kiss to the side of my mouth. Soft, barely-there kisses until my breathing chills, his hand falling away.
“Let her sleep, Ash,” Henley demands before his attention falls to me. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel him looking. “You good?”
“Better than, deliciously so,” I mumble, rolling over to put my back to Henley, shuffling backwards so he can act as my blanket. He’s so warm, and he covers me everywhere.
I feel him adjusting himself, and I go to make room before he slides his erection through the junction of my thighs, making me needy again. He’s bigger than I thought, harder too, and my hips move teasingly slowly over him.
“Bailey, you wiggle your hips and I’ll make you come again. I thought you said you were good?” he says, his voice thick with his own desire. Our little space heats more; scents muddle my brain. I love it. All of it.
“Yeah, me too. You smell like I should taste you,” I slur, pushing back more. One of his hands drops to my hip, his fingers digging in deep, careful not to add more colour to Colton’s bruises still. Henley continues to slide his huge cock over my wet pussy, pushing up to add the right amount of pressure.
“Hmmm, feels good, doesn’t it?” He groans into my ear, the noise of Henley enjoying this, the pleasure he doesn’t hide, is such a good noise that it feeds my own arousal. I moan, leaning back against him, and he leans down to kiss the edge of my mouth.
The bed dips again before I squeal, Ashton’s mouth flicking over my clit the same time that Henley thrusts through the closed space between my legs. I bend forward to watch us all together.
Hen follows, so we’re doing some serious spooning. His chest and arms burning with heat. Ashton lies half on the bed, half off, his mouth moving from my pussy to the head of Henley’s cock so he takes us together.
“Yeah, shit, Ash, suck me good.” Henley groans, speaking for the both of us. His hand dropping down to settle over the back of Ashton’s head. We all move together, slowly, deeply. It’s ridiculously hot to watch and listen to our shared moans and mingling groans.
Henley thrusts through the apex of my body and picks up speed. And on each stroke, he rails my clit while Ashton sucks on his cock, his tongue flicking against me too.
“Your perfume makes me so fucking horny, Bailey, I want to flip you over and knot you senseless.” He flicks his hips, pounding the head of his dick against my core.
Henley’s so hot and hard, it makes my eyes cross each time he touches me. Add in Ashton’s flicking tongue, and the way he keeps mouthing us both, the result is so incredibly sensual my body floods with desire and my impending orgasm continues to climb.
Leaning over to kiss me, Henley says, “Jesus, you taste good. Ash feels good too.”
He barely gets his tongue in my mouth before I interrupt frantically. “I’m going to come.” I grind down harder, my own hips moving feverishly fast.
Henley rumbles his approval, his hand pushing against the back of Ashton’s head so hard he stops him moving and then he moves for all of us. Ashton’s strained breathing, with his mouth on the both of us is so fucking hot, my body leaks and I mewl for more.
Henley’s hips falter before he shoves up in one huge thrust. My toes curl, and I scream as I come at the same time as Henley does. His come splashing hot over my pussy, adding more intensity to my loud and messy release.
My body has barely stopped thrashing around when Ashton comes crawling up, Henley’s come on his face.
“Lick it off, Omega. This mess is your fault. You clean it up,” he demands, delivering an alpha bark with a dangerously sweet smile on his face.
“So bossy,” Henley confirms before biting my shoulder, “you’ll get used to it.”
“I freaking love it, what are you talking about?” I confess, holding my tongue out, waiting for Ashton to move closer. He glares, his eyes poised and ready to argue, but I lean up.
I get so close to him; I can already taste the sweetness of Henley’s come. But layered under it is Ashton. His scent of him, summer rain, the type that cleanses and cleans, and promises to bring new life is all I can smell. And it’s exactly what I need.
The ringing phone interrupts us, and Henley grunts unhappily, not unwinding from me or letting me go, but reaching behind him. Ashton clears his throat, “Don’t worry about it, Henley will get it. Time to finish what you started, baby girl.”
Bailey
Koda sleeping is like one of those scenes from a romance movie but, of course, he’s taken it further, because of how mouth wateringly good he smells.
The morning sun streams through a small crack in the curtains, highlighting all the good things about him. He’s breathtakingly good looking, and even asleep he has this strength and presence that is easy to see. And now that I’ve tasted him, I’m pretty sure he’s become one of my favourite cravings.
