Page 18 of Too Far

“Close,” Kylian announces after a few minutes of steady sucking.

Doubling down in earnest, I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue under his crown the way he likes. His hands massage into my hair and hold as he uses my mouth to find his release.

Kendrick doesn’t quit as I suck down every drop of Kylian.

But then he pulls back and rises to his knees, and the loss of sensation has me gasping “no!”

“Stay down,” he grunts as warmth hits my low back.

Sticky release trails down my spine like honey. I’m keyed up and trembling as I wait for what he’s going to do next.

“You good?” Kendrick asks.

It’s not until Kylian grunts a half-intelligible “uh-huh” that I realize he was talking to him.

“Sit up, brother. Rub her clit and suck on her perfect tits while I work on this last hole.”

Fuck.

My pussy clenches at the very thought, then my whole body jolts and quickly tenses as Kendrick dips a finger through his cum on my back and rubs me.

“Relax for me, Mama. That’s it. Ease back. Let us make you feel good.”

His encouragement does the trick. That, and Kylian’s mouth and hands expertly building me to orgasm number—fuck, I’ve lost count.

My breathing transforms to pants when Kendrick finally pushes in.

“You’re mine,” he growls in my ear as he crooks his finger inside my ass, claiming me in a way I’ve never been claimed before.

“Your mouth. Your cunt. This ass. All of you belongs to all of me. You feel me, Mama?”

I lean back, baring down as he works a second finger into my ass. Then I’m crying out as the finger fucking and Kylian’s expert ministrations send me barreling over the edge.

Chapter 9

Kendrick

“Fuck.It’sbeenafucking day.”

Grunting in agreement, I roll over and pull Jojo’s pliant sleeping form into my chest.

I was shocked as shit when Kylian didn’t take off the second she fell asleep between us.

He’s welcome here—he’s always welcome—but he doesn’t usually jive with the constant group dynamics. Though since Joey, that’s shifted.

I get it. The pull of her is enough to make a man reconsider his ways.

“You got another joint over there?”

I smirk into Jojo’s messy braid. We rarely imbibe during the season, but today shook all of us to our core.

“Yeah, Boy Genius. Anything for you.” Careful not to dislodge our girl, I reach over and blindly fumble through my nightstand, then fish out another joint and a lighter and pass them over.

I readjust, smoothing back the loose hairs along Joey’s forehead and kissing her bare shoulder.

With a flick, a flame ignites, the only light in the dark room. Kylian’s inhale is drawn out and languid, and his exhale is pure exhaustion.

The skunky scent infiltrates my senses, relaxing me further, so I close my eyes and will my brain to turn off for the night.