She dropped her gaze so I saw and felt the exact moment she came apart from my mouth. Her lips dropped open and she moaned, her whole body stiffened except her hips, which were still meeting my licks, moving automatically as if they had a mind of their own.
"So fucking hot." Connor’s words came out on a ragged breath. He was close to coming himself. He pumped a couple more times while stepping over closer to us.
"How close are you?" she asked, still trying to catch her breath.
"So fucking close," he said. "I'm going to—" He came hard, squirting a string of cum, coating the side of my face and her thigh in his pearly release. He went on pumping himself, milking every drop until his orgasm faded away.
I sat back on my heels and wiped a hand over my cheek, grinning as it came away with cum. "I love it when you do that." I stuffed my finger into my mouth and licked it clean, then turned to click Leah clean.
She writhed, her hands to either side of her on the countertop. "That tickles."
I didn't stop until all the cum was gone. Then I sat back and smiled like the Cheshire cat. Or the cat that got the cream. "You were right Connor, this was a good idea."
"I'm always fucking right." He tucked his cock back into his jeans and did them back up. "Leah, do you need anything? You've got enough pain pills?"
She seemed surprised at the question, as if she expected us to stay all night and fuck her until she was raw.
We would, but not tonight. Not while she was swollen and uncomfortable because of her need to help us, and this town. When we did fuck her, she’d be completely comfortable until we were done. Then she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
"I have what I need." She let me help her down from the counter top, but winced as she stood upright.
"Good. Pyjamas?" Connor took a step towards the door.
"In the drawer beside my bed," she said.
He nodded for me to help her into her bedroom while he rummaged around for her pyjamas and helped to get her comfortable.
"Sweet dreams," I said, leaning over her while she lay with her hair fanned out across her pillow. I kissed her forehead and stepped back for Connor to do the same.
"Thank you," she said. "For the help and the orgasm."
"Thank you for helping at the pub," I said lightly. I never felt the urge to lie down beside a woman, gather up and sleep next to her. I wouldn't tonight, but I badly wanted to.
"Any time," she said sleepily. "You can leave the key on the table before you go."
Connor chuckled. "Not a fucking chance, honey. While you live here, I'm keeping a copy."
Of course he would. Knowing he could come and go whenever he wanted to wasn't a thing he was going to give up. Not tonight. Probably not ever.
"Maybe I'll move then." She rolled onto her side and raised her eyebrows at him.
"Then I'll get a key to that place too," he said.
If she thought for a moment he wouldn't, she better think again. She was ours. We weren't giving her up that easily.
"He really will," I said. "Connor is persistent."
"Exactly," he said. "I always get what I want." He grabbed my sleeve and tugged me out the door.
20
LEAH
"I'm soglad you're here, they've been wild this morning." Whitney's messy bun was even messier than usual. Her green-grey eyes showed how frazzled she was, but she was smiling, regardless.
"Oh, good." I grimaced playfully. "What could be better than a room full of wild five- and six-year-olds?"
Whitney laughed and patted my shoulder. "You'll do fine. They'll sit still and listen to you."
