Just One Night (Just Us Series Book 4) Page 5

  I grind against his hand, desperately reaching for more of that delicious friction. When Elijah shoves the soaked cloth out of the way and plunges a finger inside me, I let out a howl of pleasure.

  He tears his lips from mine and drags them in a teasing trail down my neck while he pumps that single finger in and out of my pussy slowly.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” Elijah marvels.

  He slides another finger into my pussy and strokes my clit with his thumb and I gasp and cry out. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” I beg, “Please, make me cum.”

  Leon chuckles. “Oh, baby girl, we plan to,” he murmurs in my ear, making me shiver, “Over, and over, and over again.”

  As he says the words, Elijah’s strokes tip me over the edge into a dark and swirling abyss of pleasure that makes me scream.

  While I’m still dazed and coming down from the orgasm, Leon and Elijah wriggle my skirt and panties down my hips, and then begin to work at each other’s clothes.

  I watch and enjoy the show as they tease each other while they strip each other bare. When he tugs Elijah’s boxers down, Leon gives the other man’s cock a few quick strokes and even gives his balls a gentle squeeze that makes Elijah gasp.

  Even as I’m tingling and recovering from my climax, the sight is so hot, my fingers drift between my own thighs and I can’t help but touch myself, watching my lovers enjoy each other’s bodies.

  Leon drops down to his knees and takes Elijah’s dick into his mouth and Elijah lets out a shout of surprise and pleasure, gripping the back of the other man’s head.

  I finger myself, watching Leon suck Elijah off and watching the expressions of rapture crossing Elijah’s face. It doesn’t take me long before I can feel the slow build of a second climax, and I let out a whimper that draws the men’s attention.

  “My goodness, so impatient, isn’t she?” Elijah murmurs, pulling Leon away from his cock.

  Leon rises to his feet, smiling and nodding his agreement. “She is. Maybe we need to teach her a little lesson in how to be patient.”

  “I’ve been patient for almost three months,” I grumble.

  But they ignore my protests. Elijah whisks me into his arms and carries me down the hall to my room. I’m surprised that he somehow instinctively picks out my room over Gwen’s, but I don’t question it.

  Leon follows behind, but to my confusion, dips into my closet. “What is he doing?” I ask.

  Elijah laughs. “I never know,” he admits, “Leon’s full of surprises.”

  Leon returns a moment later with several of my scarves in hand and hands two to Elijah, who looks as confused as I am. “I think these will do,” he remarks.

  “For what?” I ask.

  “For this,” he replies, then takes one of my ankles, ties it up with the scarf, then ties the other end to one of my bedposts.

  “Wait, what are you-“

  “Just relax,” he murmurs, leaning down and kissing me gently, “I promised we were going to show you a good time, didn’t I?”

  I nod and let myself relax. “Do I need a safe word or something?” I ask nervously.

  He chuckles. “No, it’s not that serious. If you want us to stop, just tell us to stop, baby. But I have a feeling that won’t even be a concern.”

  He’s probably right. Even though I’m nervous, I don’t want him to stop.

  I’d never dabbled in even the tamest of bondage, but as he ties my other ankle and Elijah sets to work on my wrists, I feel a thrill I’ve never felt before. It’s exciting to be made helpless to them.

  I know I’m safe and secure; I trust Elijah and Leon. I know it’s strange, I barely know them, but I just know, deep in my heart, that I can trust them. But despite that security, it’s like they’re the safety bar on a roller coaster: Not enough to stop that heart-pounding fear as you climb that hill, unable to quell that nervous anticipation when you see the loop-de-loop coming up.

  Once my limbs are tied, Leon takes on the role of a director. He instructs Elijah to suck on my nipples, and Elijah eagerly obeys, wrapping his lips around one of the swollen buds and sending sparks through my nerve endings.

  My back arches and I tug at the restraints, my body twitching in pleasure and need. My pussy aches to be touched, my clit throbbing. “Please,” I beg, “Please touch me.”

  “I thought you could be patient,” Leon teases.

  I shake my head. “I can’t, please, I need it.”

  “What do you think, Eli? Has she waited long enough?”

  Elijah lifts his head, and the devilish gleam in his eyes is both sensual and sinister. “I don’t know,” he muses, sliding a teasing hand at a snail’s pace up my inner thigh, “Maybe you’re right, maybe she needs a little lesson in patience.”

  I let out a whimper of protest that’s choked of by a gasp as Elijah’s head bows again and his teeth sink lightly into my flesh. The sensation blasts through me so intensely that I wonder if he could make me cum just playing with my nipples.

  Leon joins him on my other side, so now both of their tongues are torturing me, and Elijah’s hand still rests high on my inner thigh, close but not nearly close enough to where I ache so badly.

  But then one of Leon’s hands gets even bolder. He slides even higher, tracing a fingertip in lazy circles around the outer lips of my cunt. My hips twitch and I buck, trying desperately to grind against his hand, but he’s always careful to pull back if I’m too close to success.

  “Please,” I beg, my voice and my entire body shaking with desperation, “Please, it’s too much, I can’t take it, please touch me.”

  Elijah lifts his head again and meets my eyes, and I can see a hunger in his that matches the feeling thrumming through my veins. “Sorry, Leon,” he says, getting up on the bed and kneeling between my legs, “I can’t turn down a pretty girl when she begs.”

  As he speaks, he positions his cock at my entrance, and as if to punctuate his words, he rams into me.

  I dig my nails into his back hard enough to leave marks and howl in pure pleasure as his cock fills me up. When he starts to move, I’m almost embarrassed at how quickly I cum again, just two or three thrusts and the release hits me like a freight train.

  My vision dims and everything melts into a whirl of technicolor starbursts as the pleasure rips through every cell in my body. When I’m finally coming to, I hear Leon chuckle darkly. “Feel better?” he asks me with a smug smirk.

  For once, that smug smirk doesn’t piss me off, all it does is turn me on more. I give a tiny nod and he grins even wider. “Had enough of us yet?” his tone is teasing.

  But my own is serious, and I mean the word in a dozen ways when I respond.

  “Never.”

  Chapter Nine

  Elijah

  After giving Audrey a moment to recover from a climax that made her scream like a banshee, I pick up the pace again, driving my cock in and out of her slick and dripping pussy. There’s something deeply satisfying about taking her like this, with her bound and helpless.

  She definitely gives off this sort of uptight, Type-A control freak vibe, so to see her just completely surrender, to give in and beg for what she wants?

  Fuck. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen a woman do.

  And there’s some deep, primal satisfaction in knowing that she might be the mother of my child. Despite my fears, I’ve always liked kids and wanted kids, and I think most guys feel that urge to reproduce.

  Although I can’t say I’ll be heartbroken if it turns out to be Leon’s kid. Leon would be an amazing dad, and besides that, as far as I’m concerned, we’re in this together. I don’t give a fuck what a DNA test says. These two, and this baby, are mine.

  I suddenly feel something cool and slick in my ass crack and I jump, startled. “Shh,” Leon kisses the back of my neck and I relax, “Just me.”

  I feel the prick of nerves as Leon’s fingers, slippery with lube, probe my asshole. The feeling is strange and new, but Leon is gentle and careful, and it doesn’t
take long before I’m getting into it, thrusting back onto his hand and then driving forward into Audrey’s pussy.

  “That’s it,” Leon murmurs encouragingly, “You ready to fucking take my cock, Eli?”

  I glance down at the huge rod between my best friend’s legs and swallow nervously. “I think so.”

  It feels weird, to be balls-deep in a beautiful woman I’ve fucked before, and to also feel like this novice, stuttering virgin. But there’s a first time for everything, and this just happens to be my first time getting fucked in the ass, so I think maybe I’m entitled to some nerves.

  But just like before, Leon is gentle, making sure the flesh is coated with plenty of lube as he inches his way inside me. I still inside Audrey as Leon moves, and to my surprise, even our squirmy girl stays still and patient. She reaches up and tugs me down, kissing me sweetly and threading her fingers through my hair.

  It’s oddly comforting and encouraging, and it helps me relax as Leon slides into me fully. It’s a weird sensation, but I find that I like it, especially when he starts to move and strikes that fucking magical spot deep inside.

  I see fucking stars and I let out a primal groan, muffled by Audrey’s lips. I can feel hers curve into a smile and she pulls back. “Feels fucking good to have that cock inside you, doesn’t it?” she asks.

  “I could ask you the same,” I retort, snapping my hips and driving my dick deep into her.

  She lets out a little gasp and shriek. “Fuck, yes,” she moans, “It feels so fucking good.”

  As I rear back, I feel Leon sink deeper into me and the sensation is fucking otherworldly. When I move forward, I drive into Audrey’s tight, velvety heat, and when I move back, Eli’s cock works its magic inside me. It’s like this ultimate fucking see-saw of pleasure.

  And I want more.

  So I thrust faster and faster, railing Audrey harder and harder and continuing to impale myself on Leon’s thick erection.

  The pleasure swelling inside me is a fucking force to be reckoned with, like a dark tidal wave threatening to swallow me whole, and as it rises and crests, I’m sweating and gasping. “Faster,” Audrey whimpers beneath me, and I can hear a hitch in her voice that I’m beginning to recognize, one that signifies just how close she is to cumming.

  Her walls are pulsing around my shaft and she’s trembling, just on the brink, and when I give a few quick, hard pumps of my hips, I feel that tightening that tells me she’s climaxing.

  Leon gives a sharp snap of his hips that hits that spot again and I find my own release, shooting a massive load and losing myself completely in that dark ocean of euphoria.

  It’s not long after that I hear Leon cry out and feel the heat of his seed filling me up. The three of us collapse into a sweaty, panting heap for a moment before Leon gets up and carefully unties Audrey’s wrists and ankles.

  She draws her trembling limbs in towards her body and I carefully flop down beside her. Leon lays on her other side, and while the three of us are cramped in her small bed, it feels good to be so close to them both.

  Audrey’s eyes are closed and she traces indecipherable patterns on my chest with her fingertips. “Why me?” she asks softly, “You two are rich, gorgeous, you could share any woman you want. You could have a different woman in your bed every night together, if you wanted. So why did you guys pick me?”

  I remembered the moment I’d laid eyes on her. She’d been laughing at something her friend said, her hair falling in her face. That laugh had drawn me in, and from there, my gaze had traveled down the slopes of her lush curves, and I’d been struck. She was stunning, and there was something that glowed in her eyes that lured me in like a moth to a flame.

  But I don’t know how to put all of that into words, so I decide to sum it up more simply. “It was just meant to be.”

  Chapter Ten

  Audrey

  One Week Later

  “Is it bad that they wouldn’t just tell me over the phone? I feel like that must mean it’s bad,” I chew my thumbnail as I wait anxiously in the doctor’s office.

  The lab had left me a message this morning that they needed to see me back regarding the results of the DNA test, and I’d immediately cleared my afternoon so I could go in for that and my first ultrasound. Gwen had the afternoon off and I’d asked her to come with me.

  Leon and Elijah were both unhappy to be missing it, but they had a critical meeting they couldn’t reschedule.

  “Maybe they just want to kind of check you out a little extra because you’re a little further along than someone normally is at this appointment?” Gwen offers, trying to comfort me, “I think the first ultrasound is normally between eight and twelve weeks, and you’re at like thirteen or fourteen or something.”

  I look at her. “How do you know that?”

  “Well, I know when Jessie’s party was-“

  “Not that, the ultrasound thing.”

  Gwen’s cheeks turn pink and she shrugs. “I googled some stuff,” she says dismissively, “Not a big deal.”

  “Aww,” I lay my head on my sister’s shoulder affectionately, “You softie.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” she snakes an arm around my shoulders and gives me a squeeze, “There’s some softness in there, deep deep down.”

  “It’s not as deep as you think,” I tell her.

  “Audrey Sinclair?”

  We’re interrupted by my name being called and Gwen and I follow the nurse into the back. She settles us in an office to wait.

  Every second feels like an eternity. I bounce my leg until Gwen reaches over and clamps a hand on my thigh, holding my leg still. “Relax,” she tells me, “You’re knocked up either way, no matter who did it, right?”

  She’s right. At this point, it shouldn’t exactly matter. They’ve made it clear that they both take responsibility, and either way, they’ve made it very clear that me and the baby will be taken care of, no matter what.

  But I just have this irrational fear that when the truth comes out, it might tip the delicate balance we’ve created so far and ruin everything.

  I don’t want this to crash and burn. If something goes wrong, I’m terrified to have to choose between them. I’ve fallen for them both harder than I ever thought possible. I didn’t know I was capable of loving one person this much, let alone three. Elijah, Leon, and the little plum-sized person inside me.

  Leon keeps jokingly referring to the baby as “Fruit Salad,” making fun of all of the books and websites that compare the size of the baby to various fruits.

  The doctor enters the room and my heart starts pounding so hard I’m sure they can hear it. “Good afternoon, Ms. Sinclair, how are you doing today?”

  Cut to the chase! My mind screams, but I plaster on a fake smile and force pleasantries. “I’m fine, thank you, and yourself?”

  “Oh, can’t complain,” she says amicably, “Now, Ms. Sinclair, I know you’ve probably been anxiously awaiting these test results, but unfortunately the test results were inconclusive.

  My heart sinks. “What does that mean?” I ask, all worries of Elijah and Leon shifting into the background, replaced with concern for the little life inside me.

  “Well, based on what we do see in your results, and, well…” she looks at Gwen and continues, “your family history, I strongly suspect that the test was inconclusive because you’re having twins.”

  Twins.

  My ears ring and my face goes numb. I can hear Gwen and the doctor both talking to me, but it’s like I’m underwater, I can’t make sense of anything.

  I guess at some point I faint, because the next thing I know, I’m opening my eyes and the first thing I see is ceiling. The second thing I see is Gwen’s face leaning over me. “I think she’s coming around.”

  “Ms. Sinclair?” The doctor’s voice now, “Can you hear me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Ok, we’re going to help you sit up real nice and slow, all right?” she says, and I nod.

  Together, she and Gwen gently guide
me into a sitting position, and after hovering for a moment to make sure I’m ok, they give me a little space. I feel sort of dazed and out of it. “So. Um. Twins?” I whisper.

  “We can find out for sure with your ultrasound,” she says, offering the information like she’s dangling a prize in front of me, and I leap at it.

  “Yes! Please,” I say eagerly.

  “Tell you what, you just sit and relax for right now, give me just a few minutes, we’ll get that set up for you, ok?” she pats my thigh and leaves the room.

  I look at Gwen, who just shrugs. “You’ve got two baby daddies, right? That just means one for each of them.”

  I slap her arm. “Gwen!”

  “What?” she laughs, “Am I wrong?”

  “Yes, it doesn’t work like that!”

  “It can. Maybe you’re one of those super-rare cases where two different sperm fertilized two separate eggs,” Gwen says.

  “That’s a thing?” I ask, baffled.

  I’d never heard of such a thing happening.

  “I’m not sure it happens in humans,” she admits, “But I know it’s a thing in cats.”

  I glare at her. “I’m not a damn cat.”

  “If it can happen to a cat, I’m sure it can happen to a person too, eggs and sperm work the same in all species, right?” she asks.

  I bury my face in my hands, “I’m having a fucking litter,” I moan.

  To her credit, at least Gwen is rubbing my back comfortingly while she’s cracking up.

  The nurse who had initially led us in here returns and instructs us to follow her. She guides us down the hall to an elevator, and once we’re downstairs, she takes us to a room where a smiling ultrasound tech awaits me.

  “Hi, Audrey, right?” the woman asks cheerfully.

  She looks to be about my age, with a sweet face haloed in blonde curls, wearing scrubs featuring cartoon koalas. Her demeanor immediately puts me more at ease and I nod. “Great! My name is Emilie, and I’m gonna show you your first picture of your baby!” she says happily, “Is this your first one?”