CHAPTER 34

LUCIAN

Lucian woke up before the alarm. Lexie lay right beside him, still fast asleep. He could look at her for hours, she was so beautiful in the morning hours.

Outside, the city was still covered in darkness. Soft threads of sunlight began to paint the horizon in purple and pink.

He placed his right hand on her leg, over her pajamas. She was warm. She licked her lips while sleeping, and turned her head to the other side, towards Crow.

Lucian smiled. She made him happy. He had to admit it. No other girl made him feel like this, not even during the supposed first weeks or months or years of a relationship, “the honeymoon phase.”

Yes, he’d been with cool women and good women and beautiful, smart women. But nothing like this. Lexie was something else. She was feminine and honest with herself and with them. She said what they needed to hear even if the truth hurt.

Like our organization’s managers suck at accounting.

Her pajama was still open, her breasts bare and tempting, a temptation he wanted to give in every second of the day.

We still have time.

He kissed her chest, softly, feeling her warm skin, making her breathe faster, still asleep.

Lucian smiled I’m gonna give you the best morning you’ve ever had.

He undid the rest of the buttons on her pajama.

He moved his face down to her waist and pulled it down softly, not wanting to wake her up. Goosebumps began to rise on her skin, making him want to fuck her awake and finish inside of her. What a way to start the morning.

But this wasn’t about him. This was about her. About pleasing her. For the first time in his life, his needs were secondary.

He kissed her waist, her sex close and ready for him but he wouldn’t take her like a fucking dumbass teenager. He’d take his time.

She uttered a low, soft moan. He had to wait. If he continued she would wake up. And he couldn’t waste the opportunity to taste her in her sleep.

His tongue explored her inner thighs, as far as it could go without pulling her pajama down too hard. The sexy smell of her juices filled him. He couldn’t take it anymore.

His tongue went ahead and tasted between her legs, careful not to touch her crease. She breathed out, again, as he grazed her labia with his lower lip, up and down, up and down, feeling the warmth of her juices gathering at her core.

He needed her, needed to start his day with her taste in his mouth. He grazed the outer side of her slit and the warmth of it almost drove him mad. It was heaven.

What was happening to him? Why did he feel the need to make her happy? Every moan, every smile, ever slap on his shoulder when he said something dumb…

Lucian buried his mouth in her sex, slow, careful not to wake her. His tongue slid between her lips, his chin already wet with her juices.

She was hot and wet and his. He pressed his tongue against her nub and moved around it, he wanted her to come in his mouth, to fill him with her orgasm.

Up and down, and in circles, repeatedly, for a moment or two going down between her folds to her entrance, then back to her button.

She moaned again and his hands went up, as if by themselves, from her belly to her breasts.

She pressed her legs together, still not awake, when another moan escaped her lips.

She put her hands over his, over her breasts, moaning a bit louder now, waking up, slowly understanding what was happening.

He looked at her, she was biting his lips, her eyes rolled back, enjoying this, sinking on the pillow.

“Oh, Lucian,” she whispered, and pushed herself down, hard against him, her body shaking.

Crow woke up, realizing in his dreams what was happening, and instantly turned to him. He had beat him to it, but to the big, tough man, it didn’t matter. She turned to his side and kissed him, as if they’d hadn’t done this just last night.

She turned away and moaned louder and louder.

“Oh God,” she muttered, shaking, “oh, God!”

Crow made her look at him, the rest of her body spasming. Her hands went over and pressed Lucian’s head, grinding her sex against his face.

“Right there,” she said, “right—”

She grinded violently, faster and faster each time, almost delirious.

“Oh God, oh…” she said, unable to complete her sentence.

“You’re gonna cum in his face,” Crow commanded, understanding everything.

“No,” she replied, almost embarrassed.

Lucian tasted her nub and her thighs and her slit before going onto her button again.

“You need to learn some manners, remember?”

Her legs pressed harder around his head, he couldn’t stop kissing and licking and sucking, the warmth of her taste was like a new drug he was unwilling to shake off. An addiction he never knew he had.

“No!” she yelled, “no!”

Then her legs squeezed tight, her hands grabbed unto his hair and her juices dripped down, exploding on his tongue and lips and chin and face.

She was his, if only this morning. He had to let Crow take her as he wished later today, to pay for what he’d done.

I shouldn’t want that. I should fucking want her only for myself.

But logic was nowhere to be found. Reason wasn’t’ for them, only instinct, and his instinct said the three of them were something more than just lovers. They were something more.

She was still moaning, her ragged breath the only thing breaking the silence.

The first morning rays came through the window, finally lighting it up, filling it with life. His alarm went off.

“Fuck,” he said, and she released him.

He looked at Crow, it was time to go to work. They each showered quickly, on their rooms, and changed into their work clothes.

Lucian wore a light gray suit while Crow put on his dark jeans and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows.

Lexie made pancakes.

They ate them as quickly as possible, grabbed their stuff and walked to the door.

“Wait,” she said, “I still need to give you something.”

They turned to her, their faces wondering what she meant. She put a robe on after showering. They wanted to leave as soon as possible, or they would end up staying home all day with her. That was the amount of power she wielded over them.

“Yes?” Crow said.

She knelt down before them and began to undo their belts, one with each hand.

He and Crow looked at each other. Lucian wanted to leave, but this was impossible to resist.

Before he knew it, she took both of their cocks out, steel hard.

“I can’t let you leave for work like this.”

She jerked them both at the same time, slowly, her hands pulling up and down.

“Besides,” she said, “I owe you.”

She brought their cocks closer together, her face mere inches away from their manhood.

Lucian gritted his teeth. This woman will be the end of me.

She licked the tip of his cock, any doubt in his mind about doing this suddenly dispersed. She turned to Crow’s and welcomed him in her mouth. She brought Lucian’s his rod closer to her, grinding his shaft and sack on the side of her face. Then she licked him and did the same with Crow.

This was fucking filthy. And he loved it, she licked his balls and continued with his brother. Then she crossed them. Their shafts grinded against each other as she jerked them off and licked their lengths.

She could bring him to the edge so easily he thought he was going to go mad.

Crow moaned, but didn’t not step back.

Their cocks were drenched in her saliva.

“You’re ours,” Crow said.

“Yes.”

“You’re fucking ours,” Lucian repeated, about to explode.

“Yes,” she said.

She put their cocks in her mouth, and they just kept on going, grinding against one another, fighting for a touch of her tongue.

She was moaning, trying to put them as deep as she could, Crow’s cock felt steel hard, his skin burning hot.

“I’m coming!” Lucian yelled and she pulled back and let him explode on her chin and breasts, Crow following right after.

They exploded harder than they ever had, their cum, separate at first, rolled down on her chest until it fused into one in the middle of her breasts.

Spasms assaulted his body, his eyes were closed. When he opened them she rose up, covered in their seed.

“Have a nice day at work,” she said, and headed to her room, leaving them dazed, trying to regain their senses.