Chapter Twenty

Adam

I grab the washcloth I prepared with a bowl of warm water, getting to work wiping down Delaney so she won’t feel too sticky after being taken so many times already. Cory is giving her some of Jackson’s lemon water he prepped earlier; caring for her like this is nearly as satisfying as having my dick buried inside of her.

I said nearly , alright?

“How are you doing, Laney?”

“I feel, great actually. The lust from everyone is helping me, my body has never been tested this rigorously before, but it’s like each time I’m with someone I feel more energized.”

I don’t bother mentioning that she’s probably sucking all the energy from the mates she’s been with to fuel herself up, because that would ruin the mood.

Besides, I’m mostly sure they’re fine.

“Um, I’m not quite sure how you want to do this. Are you getting cold or anything? Freaked out yet by the sinister bowl of mashed potatoes?”

“Not freaked out, though I keep getting wafts of butter when the winds change and it’s a bit off-putting.”

“You want to take a break?”

She shakes her head and lifts her hand to my face, palming my cheek as she leans in to kiss me. “I need you both. I don’t think I’ll feel like I need a break until I’ve gotten through everyone because something is pushing me to do this. Not a compulsion, but a hunger.”

“I kind of wanted our first time to be soft and romantic,” Cory admits as they step behind her and wrap her up in their arms. “I’ve never been with a woman before and I’ve been dreaming of what it would be like to be with you since I met you, but I want this to mean something to you. I don’t want to be just another in your lineup of things to do to free Leo.”

Delaney spins around and begins to kiss Cory, putting her incredible ass right in front of my crotch.

I love when the universe drops gifts like this in front of me.

“Cory, you could never be just one in a lineup of anything. I know you told me no last time, but will you allow me to make you feel good? I like the idea of having something soft to lay on when we finally take that step, too. This doesn’t feel like what I want for us. I would love to swallow you down though and feel your body contort and shake against me.”

Cory is wide-eyed and unblinking and I’m smirking, because the picture she’s painting for them is perfection. It’s exactly what they need.

“You say that as if you don’t make me feel good every time you give me attention.”

How am I supposed to make dirty love to Delaney when they’re being so damn sweet? Do I just shove myself inside of her and pray for a quick mood shift? Rub mashed potatoes all over my abs and wave them in her face? Oh, they weren’t done talking.

“But I saw how my last accidental rejection was received and believe me when I say that I never want to make you sad, Delaney. I only meant last time that I thought you were too good to get on your knees for me.”

“But I’m so good at being on my knees.”

Delaney wraps herself around Cory, then starts to nip and kiss at their neck, fingers teasing the bottom hem of their t-shirt they left on, and then she does something I’ve never fucking seen her do in all the years we’ve been friends.

Delaney’s fingers become claws, courtesy of the lioness that she doesn’t usually spend too much time as, and she rips through Cory’s shirt like wet paper. Her fingers revert back and she grips Cory by their hips, plastering their pelvises together as long as possible until she starts to sink slowly, letting her mouth trail all over Cory’s chest and abdomen, spending a few seconds laving each nipple before she’s fully on her knees and peering up at them like the damn temptress she is.

And I thought I was going to have to redirect into wanting sex again. My bad. “Remind me never to underestimate you, Delaney. Fuck, you look good like that.”

She winks at me over her shoulder, then gives me a slow up and down to let me know she likes what she’s seeing before seeking permission from Cory to remove their sweatpants.

Cory gulps loudly and nods and then she’s sliding their sweatpants over their slim hips, inhaling sharply when she sees them all tucked up in a pair of cute as fuck pink panties with little purple hearts all over them and lace edging.

“Okay?” Cory asks nervously.

“These are the hottest things I might have ever seen somebody wear, and I think we need to seriously discuss the merits of finding matching panties. I think my hips are a fair bit wider than yours so we can’t share, though that would be hot as fuck too. You’re perfect, Cory.”

“I volunteer to purchase the first pair of matching panties,” I say as I’m forced to palm myself to relieve some of the pressure from watching these two together. Which is par for the course.

“Going to put my mouth on you now, sweetness.” Delaney reaches a hand up and laces it with Cory’s before placing them both on Leo’s foot so he can be a part of this moment, and I have to drop to my knees right beside her to help out.

Delaney scoots over a little so we’re both kneeling at Cory’s feet, and as she pulls their incredibly hard dick into her mouth, I’m at their balls, sucking them fully into my mouth until I’m choking.

Cory’s knees start to shake so I offer a hand behind them for added support, the other hand finding Delaney’s wet heat that’s freely dripping all over the balcony at this point. Probably a good thing that there are no dorms beneath us with balconies because they’d be waking to some interesting substances all over their decking in the morning if there was.

“Oh yes, let me watch you touch her, please. This is…incredible.” Cory’s voice is shaky, so turned on they can barely talk.

Delaney balances flawlessly as she widens her legs, giving me better access to shove two more fingers inside her now that I know she’s fully ready for me. I let her do most of the heavy lifting for Cory’s pleasure as I try to focus on hers, occasionally tangling my tongue with hers and leaving hickeys all over Cory’s inner thighs.

Nothing else matters right now but these two people and the connection we’re building. I know I don’t even have to vocalize to Delaney her importance to me, because with each thrust of my fingers over her A-spot I’m telling her. With every grind of my heel into her clit I’m making sure she knows that every moment we’ve ever had together has led up to this point in time where I get to hold her and kiss her whenever I damn well please.

“How the hell are you able to pull that much into your mouth, Delaney? Oh my gods, that’s… fuck . Okay, okay, I believed you when you told me you have no gag reflex…oh my gods. She’s giving me a hickey around the base of my cock on my pelvis. I didn’t even know that was physically possible.”

I switch my attention more fully to Delaney, reaching to her neck so I can physically feel the bulge where Cory’s cock enters her throat. Her face is turning slightly red as she continues to suck for all she’s worth, and I get the feeling she’s playing an odd version of chicken with Cory. Who’s going to crack first? Delaney when she’s forced to breathe, or Cory when they’re forced to come down her throat?

Maybe I can enter the stakes.

I slide underneath Delaney’s body and give her something solid and hard to sit on, because I’m kind like that.

The second she slides down my length, she lets go of Cory’s, but their face off ends in a tie because Cory’s gasping as she also sucks down air, her color returning immediately as Cory paints her face with their release.

Delaney’s hand somehow figured out how to flawlessly transition to jacking Cory off, tugging gently and working Cory to get every last drop of cum from their body so she could claim all of it.

I’m left with the image of Delaney bouncing on top of me with Cory’s release dripping down her face, while Cory collapses to the ground next to us, trying to recover from what looks like a life-changing orgasm.

“Pull it from me, baby. I’m so hard and so ready to give all this to you as well. You want me inside while Cory’s cum soaks into your face? Fucking ride me, Delaney.”

I was not prepared.

I’m used to the way Cory rides me, which is…fucking incredible, but Delaney is a fucking cock riding monster. She even has the claws as she loses herself to her baser instincts, hands yet shifting again as she gives herself over to taking what she wants, somehow still having the mental stability to remember that she needs to touch Leo throughout this process.

I feel Delaney’s bodysmith muscles kick in and I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out.

By now, there are all kinds of shenanigans happening in the living room from everyone that’s already been with Delaney and is now completely high off of it as a result, but cries of naughty garden gnomes chasing around the living room with invisible pitchforks pales in comparison to the way that Delaney is pumping me full of lust while simultaneously pulling my very soul from my cock, making me come so fast my head spins.