Page 34 of Kitty Season (Green Line Ice #2)

I ’m in heaven. Or hell. Who’s to judge?

I’m on my back beneath Quinn who’s prepping me with her fingers, taking the sting out of it by sucking my cock to the back of her throat, while Brady’s at my side. I’m sucking his, gazing up over his golden fuzzed chest as he loses his freaking mind.

Our positions are a simplified version of what I demanded, ‘cause I remembered Skip has no clue what he’s doing. While I have no issues fucking around with a virgin—actually it’s got me harder than ever—I do with wasting time. I need to get him inside me, and me inside Quinn.

Yesterday.

Speaking of yesterday, I don’t know what the hell happened to Skip between then, practice and now, but whatever or whoever it is, I’m dedicating a shrine to it.

He looks debauched, eyes rolling back, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, hands tugging at my hair as I bring him to the edge then tear him back.

Then there’s the noises, grunts, moans, whining.

I can’t deny it. I’m fucking obsessed. I’m also fairly certain Quinn and her magic fingers have me looking equally disheveled.

The familiar squelch of lube, followed by the feel of a third finger breaching my hole, snaps me from my Brady induced trance.

“Fuck.” Arching my back, I let Skip’s dick fall from my mouth so I can push out my ass, impaling myself on her fingers like the needy slut I am.

“I’m ready, Kitty. Fuck, please, I need this. I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” she purrs, fingers stroking over my prostate. “Tell us what you’re ready for. Who you want.”

“You. Please. You and Brady-Skip.” I’m fully aware of how utterly pathetic I sound. And that I called him Brady—a rare occurrence. But I can’t seem to care ‘cause he’s leaning over to watch her fingers ease out from inside me, hand gently stroking my back

“Are you ready, Brady?” Quinn says, reaching to her bedside table for condoms.

“I, I think so. Yeah.”

Now on my knees, I grasp the back of his neck, and shake my head. “I think so isn’t good enough, Skip. You either want it, or you don’t. The choice is always yours, no matter who you’re with, nothing should happen unless you’re 100% into it.”

Surprise crosses his face, and it’s almost insulting. I mean, I know I’m a dick but sex without consent. That’s not me.

“I’m sure. I want this. I want it a lot.”

“Excellent.” Sliding my hand from his neck I give him a nice firm slap on the cheek.

“Let’s do this.” Quinn releases a giddy little squeal and hands me one of the condoms, I think she means it to be for me, but Brady’s thick dick is right there, pointing me in the face.

I nod to it and toss Quinn a wink. “How about I do Skip, and you do me, Kitty? What is it your old man says? Teamwork makes the dream work, or some shit.”

Tucking her hair behind her ears, Quinn shuffles closer and rolls her eyes. “Ugh, can we please not talk about my dad right now?”

“I second that,” Brady says. “And as for the condom, I’m quite capable of doing it myself.”

“I’m sure you are, big fella. But the thing is, I want to do it. I like watching you quiver when I touch you.”

“I don’t … quiver, ” he says, all prickly and cute. Fuck I love winding him up. But I bet bringing him undone will be even more satisfying.

“Oh, but you do. And if you let me, I’ll show you just how much.” Biting his lip, he glances between Quinn and me. I’m keyed up for another argument, and am slightly disappointed when it fails to eventuate.

“I thought I was … you know. Topping.” He blushes. “Shouldn’t I be the quiverer deliverer?”

Quinn and I break into chuckles which only serve to intensify Brady’s blush.

I’m not mad about it. But I do have to force myself not to reach out and trace it with my finger.

“You are.” Looking between us, Quinn runs her hands down our chests, then lets her back fall against the mattress.

“But there’s no rules against you receiving as well as giving, and no one loves to give more than Troye. ”

His eyes widen as he nods, dislodging a sweat-dampened lock that hangs into his eye.

Like he did with my bare minimum request for consent, he seems shocked that Quinn would label me a giver.

Which I am, sexually at least. Nothing turns me on more than satisfying her needs.

Again, sexually at least. Emotional giving is not what I’m built for.

“Okay, then, Becker,” he says once he’s come to grips with whatever he’s been processing.

“Wrap me up and let me loose. What’s the worst that could happen? ”

The worst that could happen is me giving into my budding obsession. I know this, yet I ignore every red flag, alarm and flashing light telling me to stop at all costs and scoot closer, licking my lips in an attempt to conceal the drool, and take hold of his cock.

“Oh, God.” Shivers. He shivers, trembling like he’s standing in the snow, in an open field, in his current attire which is nonexistent.

The urge to remind him of his determined, I don’t quiver stance is strong, but the heavy dick, pink, glistening and throbbing in my palm takes precedence to petty ‘I told you so’s. ’

For now, anyway.

With one hand and my teeth, I tear the condom from the wrapper, toss it, then slip it onto the monster. “This okay?” I ask again, noticing the tremble in his hands. “Me touching you like this?”

“Uh-huh. Yep. Sweet, ohhh shit.” My smooth, sweeping motions have Brady’s entire body as rigid as his dick.

I get it. Quinn’s sitting up, her hair brushing against my thighs as she does the same to me.

It’s a major sensory overload. “I’m going to get you to stand, and Kitty’s going to guide you in Skip.

Once you’re all set, we can add Kitty in. ”

Once we’re packed and loaded, moving into our positions is a bit like three people Twister, but much more fun.

Quinn can’t seem to stop laughing, Brady’s actually smiling at me, and fuck it, if I’m not smiling right back.

Being in bed with Quinn has always been a blast. Having someone with us, and that someone being Skip, is nuclear.

My heart fills … Troye, don’t even go there.

I clear my suddenly closed up throat, get back in the zone and on all fours.

Over my shoulder I see Brady and Quinn mauling each other’s faces, so I wiggle my ass to garner some attention.

“Umm, hello. Ass waiting to be fucked over here.” Quinn laughs again, but Brady’s not.

He’s too busy staring at my asshole. I can’t say I blame him.

It’s pretty spectacular. He blinks a few times, then reaches out, running his hand over my left cheek, then the right.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” I’m not sure who he says it to and can’t say I care because in one swift move, Brady ‘The Virgin’ Basse steps in and lines himself up.

It feels like an almost accident when he breaches that tight ring of muscle first go, sliding inside me in one smooth glide, stilling only when his pelvis ruts against my cheeks.

“Holy shit. Oh fuck. Oh my God.” I know what he means.

Quinn does too, if her low, earthy moan is anything to go by. “It’s so fucking warm.”

“And you’re so fucking thick.” My head drops to the mattress, sweat already beading on my brow. “Move whenever you’re ready, Skip. Not like I’m dying under here.”

“I will, I just … Just need a second.” His voice is trembling, as are his fingers that deliciously dig into a claw at my hips like they are his only connection to gravity.

“You’re doing so good Brady,” Quinn’s voice melts over me like chocolate. “Are you okay if I join Troye in bed now?”

“Yep. Yep that would be great. I would really appreciate that. Might give me a distraction from … this.” He doesn’t even have to say it. I know it’s because of the hockey butt bounce. Then he slaps my ass, grunts like a caveman, and proves me right. “Or make it worse. Not sure.”

I bite my lip, willing myself to stop from smiling at his adorableness, and wait, my dick painfully hard, busting to get inside Quinn.

She effortlessly slips between my braced arms, kisses the shit out of me, and slides down.

“Just roll your hips, Brady. Push and move and roll knowing I’ll feel every move you make through Troye. ”

“Jesus,” he groans and we’re off like bulls out of a gate.

Quinn, stroking my cock once, twice, her eyes locking onto mine before I thrust into her soaking wet pussy.

Brady grunts and grinds hard and heavy behind me, his breath, skating up and down my back, sliding me further into Quinn.

Me, sandwiched between them, so full of him.

So deep in her, so absolutely fucking ruined.

We fall into a steady rhythm that feels so natural it’s scary, all of us muttering perfectly poetic, utter nonsense.

Brady being the loudest. On each thrust he’s whimpering, whining all needy, and moaning.

All of it so filthy I wish I could record it to play back again over and over.

I can’t wait to have a turn on his ass, maybe a flip-fuck?

He’ll be so pliable, So compliant. There’s so much I can show him.

Teach—whoa. No. NOPE. Chill the fuck out. That is not what this is.

“Harder, Brady.” Quinn distracts me from my spiral, bucking beneath me, her tits bouncing, teeth sinking into the delicate skin of her bottom lip while her hands claw at my pecs. “You’re fucking us both. Give us everything.”

Brady’s jerk-off worthy whine sears into my memory and sees my legs, already tingling from his dick pegging my prostate, give way.

My arms collapse and I slump onto Quinn.

He doesn’t stop though. Lost in his building release, he sounds almost wild and he cannons into me, nails pierce my flesh.

“Fuck. Oh God, I’m going to … oh fuck I’m—” I clap a hand over his, clench around his cock and feel the precise moment his orgasm erupts.

He hangs onto me, spent, lifeless but still pulsing inside me.

His scent. Hers. The smell of sex, the sound of Quinn begging for more.

It’s too much. I lose it, biting down on Quinn’s breast, I slide my hand up and hold her throat, squeezing tightly and rutting into her like a man possessed.

Brady pulls out and collapses onto the bed beside Quinn. The image of her pulling his mouth on hers, not in a kiss, but a desperate exchange of panted breaths as she comes, hurls me off the cliff, into space, into some parallel universe I know in a beat I will never make it back from.