Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

10. Josh

10

JOSH

R ick’s lips had just left Elena’s, and I didn’t hesitate to steal a taste of my own.

Nothing was off limits when we shared.

Watching her not only come apart twice but squirt had been the hottest thing I’d experienced, and now my mouth watered for a taste.

I lifted her up, carried her like a groom would his bride. The way we would each carry her in our home once we put our ring on her finger. One day. Soon, I vowed.

We knew just how cautious she was. Probably telling herself that one night would be enough, but just watching her come apart the way she had, I knew better. By the way she looked at me, her gaze sated yet hungry for more, I had a feeling she did, too.

One night would never be possible.

Not even close.

“Color?” I whispered, not missing the way her gaze softened. Like she thought I was sweet.

“Green,” she answered. I kissed her. That sweet taste of her lips, the way those soft talented lips danced over mine, had me on edge. I needed to set her down on the bed, and soon, or else I’d come from just a kiss.

Doing as I needed, I set her down, and the moment she was steady on her feet, I held her shoulders with my hands.

“I’m going to kiss you. From head to toe, beautiful. There won’t be an inch of your skin I don’t have my mouth on and taste. And then, when I’m done––“

“Green,” she cut me off. My lips twitched. The trust she showed us in that moment was staggering. She’d wanted us to tell her, step by step, and now she didn’t need us to. She was giving us that power, that submission, handing it over to us, and there would be no way in hell we would ever take advantage of that.

“Is our girl getting impatient?” I drawled slowly.

“Very,” she huffed. Damn, she was cute. I liked seeing this bratty, sassy side. A side I knew not many, if any, ever witnessed.

“Good.” My hand dropped to her ass, molding the plump cheek before swatting it with a light spank to test the waters. “You’re going to be good for us and do as we say, aren’t you?” She nodded, and I smiled.

My lips dropped to her cheek, and I slowly kissed her face. Small little pecks. Over her eyelids. Her cheeks, her neck, her collarbone. All while my hands did quick work of taking that little lacy bra off. As fucking good as it looked on, I needed to see her bare. The idea reminded me of that little question Rick had asked her, and she’d answered.

Bare. Knowing she wanted us raw, not a damn barrier between us, made my mouth water. Focus, dumbass! I scolded myself. I drew my hands to her perfect breasts, taking their weight in my hold while I kissed her shoulders. My thumbs brushed the turgid peaks, and she whimpered so damn sweetly it made my dick leak. My mouth made its way back up to hers, and that was when she stopped keeping her hands to herself. They moved and explored the front of my body only to tug at my shoulders.

“Josh,” she whispered, and that was when I realized I was wearing too fucking much. Fuck, I knew we had a plan, but Jesus, I needed her touch on my skin. Almost like she was thinking the same thing, her hands tugged on my jacket.

“Take it off me, baby.” Her hands slipped under, and I shivered. She pulled the jacket off before handing it to me. I tossed it behind me, not giving a shit where it landed.

The room felt cooler yet not cool enough. I felt like every particle that made me was on fire. A fire blazed between us. One I knew would never burn out. Our lips crashed, and together, without missing a beat, we tore at my shirt. Buttons popped and went flying who knew the fuck where, but I didn’t care. None of us did. I managed to rip my eyes off her for a second to gaze at my best friends. I wasn’t surprised to see they had lost their own jackets and loosened their ties and undone buttons of their own shirts. Each of them palmed their dick over their pants. I had a feeling it would only be a little while until we were all as nude as Elena.

I turned back and focused on our woman. A woman who was perfect for us. One who felt like she had been made just for us. The moment I tugged my shirt off, I undid my belt buckle and the top button of my pants before lifting our woman in my arms, loving the way her toned thighs wrapped around my middle.

“Color,” I panted a moment before dropping her on the bed

“Green.” She hadn’t finished saying the word when the sound of her giggles fed my soul. I knew they echoed in the room loud enough for Miles and Rick to hear.

Sounds I knew they loved as much as I did. We each knew just how rare they were when she wasn’t around her kids. The soft laughter turned into a soft yelp when my hands gripped her delicate ankles, making sure to be careful with the heels of the jeweled sandals. I dragged her body down to the edge of the mattress, to the very spot I needed her.

Our gazes locked, and instead of dropping to my knees like I’d planned, I dropped my body onto hers, needing to feel her skin against mine. With my hands at either side of her head, my face in front of hers, my greedy ass stole a taste of her lush Iips.

Elena moaned into my mouth. The sound fed the voracious thing inside of me that felt like it was starving for the woman beneath me. My lips brushed against hers in a deep and wet kiss before I softened it and moved to the side of her neck. Our girl moved, giving me full access. I licked the line of her neck and nipped at the bottom of her earlobe.

“You have any idea how beautiful you look?” I rasped, and she whined.

“Josh,” she whimpered beautifully.

“You’re going to be good for us? You have any idea how on edge Rick and Josh are? How badly they wish they were where I am right now? You going to give them a good show, beautiful?” She nodded quickly.

“God, Elena. Fuck.” I breathed in deeply. The warmth of her skin, the heady scent of her body and arousal filled my lungs. “Remember we talked about rules earlier?”

“I’m green,” she huffed. A smirk appeared on my face. She was so damn adorable when she got needy. Edging her in the future would be fucking fun. I loved how she didn’t hide the need glazing in her dark eyes. I had a feeling she would be soaking wet for me. I couldn’t wait to have her delicious feminine taste on my tongue.

Carefully, I pulled my weight off her, rolling to her side, giving the guys a better view of her naked body. Gently, I took her wrists and lifted them up above her head.

“You’re going to keep those right there, is that understood?” I laid out somewhat sternly, hating myself for it. My body protested, but I knew myself. Her touch would toss me over the edge. I wasn’t about to blow my load like some dumb one-pump chump.

“I can’t touch you?” Her distress was clear, and I pressed my lips to her forehead before kissing her cheek.

“You can arch your back, wiggle and move, but no. You can’t touch me.” The words tasted bitter on my tongue, and she frowned.

“Why?” How the fuck did I know she’d ask that?

“I’m hanging by a thin thread, baby,” I started to let her know. Communication was fucking important. I might not have been experienced in relationships, but this, I knew. And as hard as it was for me, I was going to make a fucking effort from the beginning with Elena. Not only did I want her forever, but I also never wanted anyone else. Neither of us three did.

“Your touch right now”—I exhaled—“could make this thing end way quicker than any of us want.” I wasn’t ashamed to admit that. “And this isn’t how I’m going to come. Not again,” I rasped.

My little minx bit down on her lip before her dark gaze dropped down my body. I made sure to press my front to hers, so she would understand just how hard this situation had me.

“Next time I come, it’s going to be in one of your holes,” I vowed. “Is that understood?” Her eyes dilated, displaying unabashed desire. Our tough girl nodded and licked her lips. The shiny plump flesh called to me like a siren song,

“You ready?”

“I’m ready,” she whispered. I pulled back a little, took my length in my hand, and slid it between her lips. My eyes closed.

“Fuck,” I strained. She felt so fucking good. Wet and warm.

Juicy, so damn ripe, and she was about to become mine. Ours.

Then, because I knew I was drawing out the anticipation, building it just a little higher, I asked her, “Color?” My girl growled a little, but she still gave me the best answer I could have asked for.

“Green, bright green,” she panted.

“Good girl,” I whispered, dropping my mouth to her collarbone.

Slowly, I made my way down her soft body. I had no idea how it was possible for her to be so damn soft and sweet. Every time I thought she couldn’t get sweeter, she did. I hadn’t lied when I told her there wouldn’t be an inch of her I didn’t explore with my mouth. I was fucking thorough, and now Elena knew just how meticulously detailed I could be.

By the time I reached the beautiful spot between her thighs, she was a writhing mess. Her voice was hoarse and breathy. I settled on my knees, pushed her thighs open wider, and stared at her intimate beauty.

Jesus, she was beautiful. My fingers skimmed up and down the line of her pretty little slit. “So fucking wet and pretty.” Ours. “Look at this,” I rasped before dropping my face, breathing her in deeply from the source. “She smells so damn sweet. “

I could hear their heavy breathing. I didn’t have to look at them to know they were probably stroking themselves.

I had planned on teasing her. But the problem was that I’d teased myself to the edge of no return. My face was between her legs, heaven mere centimeters from me as she squeezed her little slit tighter, almost like she was trying to pull my feather-light touch into her sugary depths.

There was no way I could keep up with my original plans. Not when I licked her with the flat of my tongue. Her thick honey coated my tongue, and I groaned. Her flavor exploded on my tongue just as my eyes shut with pleasure. “Fuck me,” I panted, licking her again. “So fucking sweet. Addictive,” I grunted, pulling her closer and tossing a leg over my shoulder. I dipped my head closer, licking her from hole to hole, only to round her swollen little clit with the tip of my tongue. Her cries sounded, but I couldn’t stop.

Not when she grew wetter, her essence coating not just my tongue but my face. Her pretty ass rose, and my hands clamped down on her waist to keep her in place. I dipped my finger into her pussy while my tongue paid attention to the bundle of nerves that seemed to need me. I suckled on her. My thumb brushed her back entrance, and when I started to finger her pussy, and she started to gush, it wasn’t long before my girl broke the rules.

Elena’s hand gripped my hair, pulling on my face to get closer, her hips grinding, and before I knew it, she shattered, gushing again, her pussy gripping my fingers as her clit quaked against my tongue. I pressed soft kisses to her thighs and then on her pretty pussy. All while keeping my eyes locked with hers. I stood up and moved out of the way. I didn’t have to look beside me to know Miles was there. Waiting and naked. I took my pants off and stayed off to the side.

I was going to watch, but when I did it, I was going to do it up close. Movement caught my eye, and I noticed I wasn’t the only one with that idea. Rick stood to the side, naked and hard. His hand shuttled slowly up and down his own length, his eyes pinned on the beauty that was our woman.

A woman we were so damn close to claiming completely as ours.