22. Nils

22

Nils

Meggie: Meet us on the roof

U s. That little word makes my heartbeat pick up. The rest of my pack mates are all here in the apartment, but Meggie and McQuinn have been missing for hours. I don't want to make assumptions, but the text makes me hopeful they're together.

"I'm going out," I holler at no one in particular before bounding out of the apartment towards the emergency exit stairs. I take the steps two at a time. The door swings open with a bang and I see them immediately.

My heart sputters and swells at the sight.

Someone's left lawn chairs up here, but the roof is empty apart from Meggie and McQuinn. He's leaning back in a rickety chair that looks like it might break at any moment and Meggie is straddling his lap.

They're laughing about something. The sound is the best music I've ever heard. Even better than Satan's Panties. I chuckle to myself, and they turn to look at me.

A wide grin splits Meggie's face. Behind them the city of Paris stretches out full of possibility but I couldn't care less about the beauty of it, because the view in front of me is too stunning. The early evening light makes them look like angels and the devil in me wants to come out and corrupt them.

I haven't been very dominant with Meggie yet. Our moments have been sweet, completely opposite from most of my sexual experiences with McQuinn. Though there are those rare occasions I let him take the lead. Right now, I'm not feeling sweet. I'm feeling feral.

I've wanted the two of them together for so long, I'm about ready to snap. Some distant part of me knows it isn't smart to break Harrison's rule, but damn if I care.

I stalk across the roof with singular focus until I'm standing over them. "Kiss her."

Meggie looks a little startled at the intensity in my voice, but McQuinn just grins, grabs Meggie behind the neck, and kisses the life out of her while keeping his eyes on me.

When they break for air, I grip the back of McQuinn's skull and pull him into a rough kiss. His citrus scent bursts bright as I squeeze the back of his neck. It mixes with my mint, fresh and clean, like a new start. When his tongue drags across mine, my skin tingles and my balls pull up tight against my hardening cock.

"Fuck, that's hot," Meggie moans, drawing our attention. She wiggles her ass on McQuinn's lap, and he digs his fingers into my hair.

I smile against my man's lips, remembering weeks ago when Meggie walked in on us in the shower and couldn't look away. "You like watching, don't you, gorgeous?"

She bites her bottom lip and blushes a pretty pink.

"I do, too." I kiss the tip of her nose, then walk around in front of the lawn chair. "Turn around, gorgeous. I want to see both of you when I make you come on McQuinn's cock."

"Oh, shit." McQuinn's throat bobs as he swallows.

Meggie scrambles around, so her back is to McQuinn's front, while I lower to my knees. Neither of them protest or bring up Harrison's rule. We need this too much. And we all know it.

I unbutton Meggie's jean shorts, keeping eye contact as I slide down the zipper. She nervously looks around, but she doesn't stop me. And when McQuinn palms her luscious breasts over her t-shirt, she throws her head back on his shoulder and melts. Nice and slow, I drag her shorts over her hips, down her thighs, all the way to her ankles. I toss them behind me and spread her so her legs straddle McQuinn's.

"You too," I tell him.

Hands on Meggie's hips, he lifts her a few inches off his lap and raises his own hips off the chair. "I'm gonna need some help."

Cheeky bastard. I grin and quickly yank down his athletic shorts, leaving them to pool at his ankles. He kisses the side of Meggie's neck and I drag my hands up her legs as McQuinn sits back down.

His long length juts up between her open legs like a flagpole. I palm him, using just enough pressure to push him against her clit. She makes a beautiful whimpering noise that reverberates against McQuinn's groan. Fuck, this is everything I've wanted for so long.

Meggie rocks against McQuinn as I rub the heel of my hand up and down the underside of his length. I know if she wasn't on blockers she'd be perfuming like crazy right now. She's drenching his cock and my hand, so perfect.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Yes, oh god, yes."

McQuinn lifts her, and I grip his base to line him up with her opening. Slowly, he lowers her right onto his proud cock. I kiss her as she sinks deeper, then press myself against her front and kiss McQuinn over her shoulder.

"Fuck," McQuinn curses. "How come you didn't tell me how good she feels?"

Feeling a little embarrassed about what I'm about to confess, I sit back on my heels and focus all my attention on the sight of Meggie spread wide and taking my man's cock. "I wanted to wait for you."

It'll be the first time I've had sex with a woman. I've always been attracted to both men and women, but I gravitated a little more towards men. Until Meggie. Being with her is important to me, and I want to share that with the man I love.

McQuinn pauses and something silent, but significant, passes between us. It's not something I could put into words or even clear thoughts, but I know it means something to him that I want him with me the first time I'm inside Meggie.

"This is why?" Meggie asks, her expression sweet and open. "I was starting to wonder if you just didn't like penetrative sex. That would be okay if you didn't," she rushes to add.

"No, gorgeous, I want that pussy strangling my cock." I tug on a strand of her hair and smile. "Although… you have me so addicted to your taste, I haven't really minded waiting. I think I'm going to need to make you come on my tongue again before we do anything else."

"How good does she taste?" McQuinn asks, looking over her shoulder and down her body to her wet center.

"Too good." I duck my head and lick from McQuinn's balls, soaked by her slick, up his knot to Meggie's clit. They both moan and wiggle, shifting around, which only makes Meggie cry out when McQuinn hits the right spot inside her.

I lock eyes with McQuinn and cup his balls. "Make her come."

He bucks his hips, grabs Meggie's waist and lifts and lowers her with the kind of strength that comes from spending hours at the gym every day. She's entirely at his mercy. At our mercy. My hands roam her body as McQuinn pounds into her. The chair squeaking and rocking as we move.

The scent and flavor of her changes, combining with something completely masculine and purely McQuinn as I feast on both of them, licking and sucking everywhere I can.

She writhes under our onslaught and when she comes all over McQuinn's cock, she looks more gorgeous than she ever has before. Shirt pulled up, bra pulled down, her taut nipples beg to be kissed, but her pussy stretched around McQuinn's shaft keeps me mesmerized as he thrusts deep again and again. Eyes glowing, cheeks red, lips swollen. She's so goddamn gorgeous.

Her muscles must tighten around McQuinn because he suddenly jerks, curses, and comes. He always curses when he comes. Like it's so good it hurts, and the only way he can express it is with a string of rough curses. It's brutal and masculine.

"Son of a… holy…fuuuuck! This goddamn cu–"

He can't finish the word, the thought, anything. He slams deep into Meggie, barely holding back from giving her his knot. His eyes are blown. His hands grasp her breasts like he's seeking purchase, trying to keep from falling apart. Stunning.

I don't give either of them time to recover. I pull her off McQuinn's cock, but keep her spread on his lap. Then I indulge myself, drinking him out of her until she's on the verge of exploding on my tongue, but I can't wait any longer. Her shaking breaks the chair, but McQuinn breaks her fall. I'm on them in seconds. Pants down to my knees. Pushing into Meggie while McQuinn wraps his hands around her thighs, holding her open for me. Her gorgeous body stretched out on top of him.

Holy fuck, he wasn't exaggerating about how good she feels.

It's not better or worse than being inside McQuinn, just gloriously different. She's so fucking wet. I slide easily in and out while McQuinn holds her thighs, then runs his hands up her body to tease her nipples. The sight of the two of them nearly sends me over the edge. I keep some of my weight off them by pressing my hands into the rooftop on either side of their heads. But I stay close. I want to be so close to both of them. McQuinn's body bucks with every one of my thrusts into Meggie, almost as if I'm driving into him, too.

Meggie pitches and moans, muttering incoherent whimpers and gasps as she rubs herself against me. Her legs wrap around my ass, ankles crossing and pulling me deeper. She reaches up to fist a hand in McQuinn's red hair, the three of us a unit in her pleasure.

"You want my knot, gorgeous?"

Desperate, her head jerks up and down without a word.

I'm just as needy. But I want to savor every second of my knot stretching her and swelling inside. I push, pressuring her swollen lips with my thickening knot. She squirms like she's trying to get away and closer at the same time, bites my shoulder like she's trying to stay quiet.

McQuinn soothes her with a purr that rattles all the way through her and into my bones. I press deeper. She's squeezing me so tight, a death grip on my knot. A cross between pleasure and pain. And then a release. She lets me in, all the way, and locks around me. I tentatively pull back and feel the resistance. There's no separating. We're truly and fully locked tight, and it feels amazing, unlike anything I've ever experienced.

I kiss her hard and make tiny movements that almost immediately have her falling apart in my arms. She flutters and clamps around me, tensing as she comes. My knot swells bigger than it's ever been. One deep jerking thrust and the squeezing of her muscles sends me soaring into a free fall.

I fill her, the three of us mixing and blending inside her. The perfect combo.

We lay there together, atop the broken chair, panting and sweaty. "Wow."

Meggie giggles into my shoulder. "Yeah. Wow."

McQuinn kisses me, nibbling on my lip before saying, "You know, you could have waited to knot her once we were somewhere a little more comfortable."

I laugh and the movement has my knot tugging at Meggie's opening, causing us both to moan. I almost feel ready to go again, but my knees are scraped up from the rooftop and there's no way McQuinn's comfortable. A fact he confirms when he complains about a piece of the armrest digging into his spine.

We do the best we can to roll to our sides. McQuinn could get up if he wanted, but he stays pressed against Meggie's back as we all wait for my knot to go down.

It's not comfortable, but there's nowhere else I'd rather be. They tell me about their day and making wishes in the center of Paris, and even though I wish I could have been with them, I'm glad they got that time together.

When my knot finally goes down, I slide out of Meggie, feeling a gush of my release and McQuinn's roll down her thigh. A primal urge has me reaching between us, scooping it up, and shoving it back inside her. The soft scent of warm apples blows away on the breeze, and I help her to her feet. She wobbles a little and smiles as I steady her. "You okay?"

"Better than okay." She kisses me, then McQuinn, and my heart nearly swells to bursting. He pulls her bra and shirt back over her breasts while I go look for her shorts.

Meggie's laugh jerks my attention back to them in time to see McQuinn tucking a piece of the fractured back of the chair into the pocket of his gym shorts.

"What?" He grins. "For my scrapbook."