Page 79 of Breakaway

“I hate you right now,” Raiden gripes, forcing himself from the bed. A quick glance in his direction shows his dick is standing at attention, the glower on his face doing nothing to lessen my desire. “Of course I need to be at the precinct on a Saturday. While you get to fuck our girl. In my bed,” he mumbles, angrily pulling on his pants. His acknowledgment of Andi being ours is confirmation that we’re really doing this, and personally, I can’t wait to find out how good we can be when it comes to sharing.

“Don’t worry,” I tell him, carefully sliding Andi to her back. “I’ll make her come twice; once for me, once for you.” I wink, slinking my body down the bed until I’m situated between her creamy thighs. As usual, one of my shirts is covering her body, but I look forward to the day she provokes my possessive side by wearing one of theirs. Raiden groans in frustration, bending to kiss Andi’s forehead. The fact that he hasn’t ripped me away from her gives me hope that we can actually make this work.

“Take care of her,” he demands, striding from the room before I can assure him that I don’t intend to come up for air until her body is trembling with aftershocks.

Gently pulling her pale pink panties off, I have to bite my lip when the sight of her pussy comes into view. Glancing up, I check that Andi’s still sleeping soundly, then dip my head, breathing in the scent of her. I can’t contain my groan a second longer, flattening my tongue and running it along the seam of her lips. Using my thumbs, I spread her open, licking every part of her I can reach. It’s not until I focus on her clit that Andi finally comes to with a gasp. Her fingers tangle around the messy strands of my hair, the sting against my scalp only making my cock harder.

“Briggs,” Andi moans, her hips undulating as I keep her teetering on the precipice of her release. That she knows it’s me between her thighs without even needing to look excites my inner caveman. “Don’t stop.” I slide two fingers inside of her, curving them just right. “How are you so good at this?” she asks distractedly.

“I used to be obsessed with fingerboarding in middle school. Helped improve my strength and dexterity,” I answer, though her question was probably rhetorical. A tinkling laugh escapes her, then fades into a sharp moan when I press my pinky against her asshole. “Someone likes their ass toyed with, huh?” Andi squirms, pressing down and trying to force my digit to breach the tight ring of muscle. I slip my fingers from her pussy and drag myself upright. Sitting on my heels, I hook her leg over the bend of my arm, giving me more access. Stroking my fingers from one entrance to the other, I spread her slickness, prepping her body so I can give her what she wants.

“Please, Briggs. Please,” Andi begs, her forehead dotted with sweat. I don’t ease my way in, but firmly press forward until the entirety of my finger is in her ass. Andi groans, her legs shaking from how badly she wants to be filled, a drawn-out yessss slipping from her parted lips. Oh, my dirty little Angel. She has no idea of the can of worms she’s opened now that I know this tight little hole is open for business.

“You want my fingers in your ass, baby?” I taunt, pulling out before adding a second. Her sharp inhale makes me pause, giving her a moment to adjust to the fullness. “Okay?” I probe, refusing to move until I know that her pleasure outweighs the pain. She nods rapidly, a keening sound escaping her when I begin to fuck my fingers in and out.

“More, Briggs. I want your cock.” My movements stutter, certain I’ve misheard her, but Andi’s eyes are gleaming with desperation, the early morning light painting a halo around her.

“You sure about that, Angel?” I use my free hand to tug my briefs down, exposing the engorged head of my very eager dick. Her hungry gaze causes it to twitch, a bead of precum escaping the tip. To my absolute delight, Andi swipes her finger over it and pops it in her mouth. I growl in appreciation, my need overriding rational thought as I quickly flip our positions. Andi gapes down at me from where she’s straddling my thighs.

“Up,” I tap her ass, sliding my briefs all the way off when she lifts to her knees. “If you want me to fuck your ass, Angel, I want your pussy first. Get me nice and wet, baby,” I instruct, guiding her hips toward my waiting cock. I’m not overly girthy, but I make up for it in length, and if she wants all eight inches of me to fit, I need to be absolutely soaked. The moment my tip is pressed snugly against her entrance, I drop my head back on a groan.

Absolute nirvana.

“Oh fuck, Briggs,” Andi chokes out, her thighs shaking from the effort it’s taking her to ease onto me. There’s another three inches left when she can’t hold back another second, slamming down and forcing my cock the rest of the way in. I hiss, my spine tingling as pleasure lights up my synapses one after the other. I can’t explain the seconds that follow, but when awareness trickles back in, I’m fucking her from the bottom. My loss of control could likely be summed up by my thirty-eight months of abstinence, but it’s primarily the woman above me who’s eliciting such a reaction. Andi screams, her sudden orgasm drenching both of us, but I don’t stop. I thrust my hips, entranced by the look of ecstasy etched into her beautiful face.

When my balls start to tighten, I lift her off of me and instruct her to turn around. I tug my shirt off her body and gently press her shoulder blades forward, easing her face to the mattress. I quickly rummage through Raiden’s bedside table, thanking every deity in existence when I find a bottle of lube. As slick as Andi is, I still don’t want to risk hurting her. Anal can be incredibly enjoyable with the right partner. Coating myself and her, I groan in anticipation of how good this is about to feel. With her ass in the air, thighs spread wide and giving me the perfect view, I grip my dick tightly until it borders on painful and I’m not at risk of painting her delectable backside with my cum prematurely. Stroking it through her wetness, I freeze when Andi gasps and buries her face in the tangled covers.

“Angel?” I question, skating a finger over the ridges of her spine. ‘What’s wrong, baby? If you’ve changed your mind, this stops immediately. No questions asked,” I reassure her, but her head shakes back and forth.

“We’re in Raiden’s bed,” she groans miserably.

“We are,” I confirm, unsure of where she’s going with this.

“That’s so wrong. I’m fucking another man in his bed,” she reiterates.

“Well, I’m pleased to tell you that he’s very much aware of what the two of us are getting up to. In fact, he told me to take care of you since he couldn’t be here. I believe I promised him one of your orgasms on his behalf. So how about we dedicate this next one to him?” I tease, pressing the tip of my cock to her ass, applying just enough pressure to leave her squirming. Andi moans, wiggling her hips to try and force my dick where she wants it. “Does the thought of Raiden turn you on, Angel? While you’re here with me, about to take my cock in this tight little hole, are you picturing what it’d be like if he were here, too?” She whimpers, the sound so fucking erotic I have to bite my fist to keep from coming.

“Would you want him to watch?” I prod, pushing my tip through her tight ring of muscles. Holding still, I give her a few seconds to let the sting abate while continuing to whisper filth in her ear. “Or would you want him to participate?” Another two inches ease inside of her. Andi gasps, her arms trembling from the effort it’s taking to hold herself up. Wanting to ease the burden, I wedge my arm beneath her, sliding it across her chest to grip the opposite shoulder. “Answer me, Angel.”

“I don’t know,” she chokes out, taking another few inches.

“Are you sure about that?” I stroke her clit, then slide my fingers to her drenched pussy and make a tsking sound. “Your body’s response is rather telling, baby. I think you’d come harder than you ever have before if you were sandwiched between the two of us.” I drag my tongue along the back of her neck, tasting the sheen of sweat that’s coating her heated skin. A wicked thought forms in my sex-drunk mind, and before I can think better of it, I tilt back and grab my phone from the nightstand. I press call on Raiden’s number, place it on speakerphone, and lay it beside us on the bed. The sound of it ringing makes Andi jolt, her eyes flying to mine in horror.

“If you’re calling to gloat, save it,” Raiden grumbles, the distant hum of background noise letting me know that he’s somewhat alone. “My day’s just started, and it’s already shitty.”

“Well, let me help with that,” I offer, forcing my cock the rest of the way in. Andi’s uninhibited moan penetrates the quiet, her fingers clenching around the bed sheets for support.

“Briggs,” Raiden grinds out, the pitch of his voice dangerously low. “If that’s what I think it is, I’m going to fucking murder you.” I slide my hips back, then thrust forward again. Andi releases another muffled groan, her body heaving with the effort it’s taking her to draw in a full breath.

“It seems our girl is rather intrigued by the idea of you being here right now. Too bad you had to work.” I chuckle, seating myself to the hilt and holding perfectly still. Andi chokes out a moan, her asshole flexing around my cock and nearly making me come. I smack her ass cheek in retaliation, the sound echoing through the room. Raiden grunts, having heard it, too. A second later, his door slams shut.

“Is that true, minha luz?” Raiden purrs, his accent becoming more prominent. Fucker. Not all of us were blessed with that ability. But then I remember that it’s my cock currently eight inches deep inside of her, while he’s miles away, probably fucking his own fist to the thought of me taking her in his bed right now.

“Yes,” she squeaks, sounding embarrassed to be admitting that aloud.

“Fuck me,” Raiden husks, sounding pained that he can’t be here, fulfilling that particular fantasy. “Tell me what’s happening,” he demands, asking no one in particular.

“My cock is buried in her ass,” I answer bluntly. His choked inhale is followed by a tortured groan.