Page 12 of What’s Left of Us (What Left #3)
“Trust me, this will be better than anyone you’ve been with before,” I say with a smirk, watching as he opens the drawer and abandons his collar, going for the belt. “Grab the lube. Think of this like a gift. My wife’s ass is a treasure all its own. Don’t make me regret letting you play.”
Sterling’s eyes meet mine as I continue to fuck Jo.
I’ve given him the same sort of warning every time.
We might share Jo, but in the end she matters to me above all else, and the two of us have a rhythm that’s still developing with other people.
We’ve not had someone we liked to bring in this many times since Alastair.
With Alastair. I might tell Jo otherwise, but I refuse to believe this is the end.
Jo moans as Sterling’s belt jingles, and she’s wrapped herself tightly around me as I bounce her, causing her to miss the show. He eyes us, popping open the bottle of lube and squeezing out a little drop.
I scoff, letting go of one of Jo’s hips to beckon him over. She’s holding tight enough I’m not concerned about dropping her. “Not like that. More. Give me the bottle.”
The thing I like about Sterling is he’s pliable during sex.
I can mold him into the perfect pleasure machine for Jo, and it’s fun watching the desire blossom across his face every time he catches us together.
He moves closer, handing me the bottle, and I wiggle my fingers to get him to bring me his hand.
“Two to start, understand? We’ve had plenty of fun recently, haven’t we, darling?
You should be able to stretch her ass before you fuck her. ”
He nods, and I narrow my gaze as he takes the bottle back. “Words, Sterling. You have to speak to us so we know you understand.”
Unlike when we talk about the case, he looks lost now. Wetting his lips, he looks between us, and Jo lifts her head to glance at him as the silence drags on. “What do I say?”
I smirk, shifting my grip so I can hold Jo’s hip with one hand and spread her ass with the other. “You say thank you, Sir.”
His eyes darken, and he looks down between us as he speaks. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Now Trauma,” I continue, feeling her tense and shift as he adjusts. “Be a good girl and tell us how good we feel splitting you apart.”
Jo’s eyes meet mine, her jaw falling open as I feel her shudder. I rock my hips gently into her at a leisurely pace, letting her adjust to both of us using her while she’s suspended in the air.
It makes my mind drift to our club in Colorado, and how many useful swings we have in abundance there that might make this task easier.
She sighs, sinking against me, and when I glance over her shoulder I can tell that Sterling is more comfortable now. He’s used to a submissive partner like Jo, but submitting to me throws him off.
“There,” she sighs, wiggling her ass. My cock twitches inside her at the feel, and I know she’s going to keep me right on the edge the entire time. “Like that, Sterling. Stretch me nice and wide.”
He moans, meeting my gaze. I can see his arm moving, feel the motion working against the rhythm I have with Jo, and she trembles in my grip.
I’m not going to last long with her pussy gripping me like this.
“More lube, Sterling. Soak your cock and you will sink right in. We’ll let you fuck her raw this time too. ”
His eyes roll as he follows my directions, squirting out more as I pick up my speed. Jo whimpers and drops her head against me again, turning into a mess as she clenches tighter and tighter around me. She’s holding out for him too, and when he grips her legs I glare at him.
“Over mine,” I tell him, and he adjusts his grip. One hand disappears, and I feel a bit of resistance as I keep fucking Jo’s body, but with a second person behind her it’s easier to give her harder, deeper strokes.
His hands flex on mine, and Jo cries out before throwing her head back so she’s peering up at him, leaning on his chest. Sterling looks down at her as he moves, sinking slowly into her compared to my quicker thrusts.
“Oh god,” Jo gasps, her head rolling on Sterling’s chest so she can watch me. “You two are so much together.”
“And we feel fucking good too,” I tell her with a girn. Behind her head Sterling smiles, but he seems too focused on his thrusts to do much more than that.
“You’re going to split me apart,” she continues, and I’m surprised how much she’s talking this time around. Her eyes keep rolling, and she squirms around between us.
I step closer, so there’s no room left between our three bodies, and lock her gaze with mine. “Right now, Trauma, you can break for me. Us. Let us see you unravel.”
Jo cries out, arching between our bodies, and I feel Sterling sway with her movements. His eyes have bugged out, his grip tightening over mine, and I imagine he’s getting close. Something about letting these men, a killer and a profiler, play with my wife makes me cum extra hard.
As she pants, Jo twists and tries to look between us. “You two can do this to me again, when it’s all three of you here to break me.”
I grit my teeth, and Sterling’s jaw tenses. She’s taking us out of the moment. “Jo-”
She digs her nails into my neck, glancing towards Sterling before holding my gaze. “Promise me, you’ll do everything you can to save what’s left of us.”
Meeting Sterling’s gaze, I debate what the hell she wants me to do.
She’s using our vulnerable moment to manipulate me into agreeing, and dammit, she has to know that I already planned to try and change his fate.
Licking my lips, I pick up speed and watch her bite her lip in return.
If I’m not going to last long I’ll take them both over the edge with me. “Do we hate him right now?”
“No.” She fidgets, twists, and then arches again when I feel Sterling moving faster too. It’s just a fantasy we’re talking about, one I’m not sure can ever come true, but I can’t stop pushing her to continue.
“Do we hate him for sacrificing himself?" I ask, giving her deep strokes that have her shaking. Sterling’s caught onto my rhythm, and each time I draw back he’s bottoming out in her, ensuring she’s always stuffed full of us.
“No,” she says tearfully, biting her lip.
“Then help me figure out how to stop him from damning himself,” Sterling growls, his hands digging into Jo’s hips over mine. I’m surprised, because I didn’t expect him to join in on this conversation. “Or this is all we can ever be.”
Jo’s pussy clamps around me again, and I slam into her with a roar. Sterling follows right after me, both of us stilling inside her as she slumps against me.
As we each come down from the high, I meet Sterling’s gaze again.
He’s contemplative now, moving his hands from over mine to slide up Jo’s sides, and after a moment he eases out of her.
She whimpers as he slides free, and I cradle her in my arms before turning, shifting and setting her down on the chair opposite the couch.
My cock has softened by the time she releases me, and she gives me a dazed, pleased look as she peers between us.
I don’t know what I just got us into, but one thing is clear; this is bliss, but we could find our version of heaven if we have all four of us.