Chapter 15

An hour after Brit leaves, I get out of the shower, towel off, and drop into the chair next to my soaking wet bed.

Where’s that magic ointment Kari gave me?

Ah—bottom drawer. Jackpot. I grab it, uncap it, and begin gently massaging Junior with her soothing, homemade oil. Feels like silk and stardust. Leave it to Kari to make post-sex first aid feel like foreplay.

I pick up my phone and call her.

“Hey babe,” Kari answers, voice low and sultry. “What’s up?”

I hesitate for a second. Then I spill everything—my entire hot, chaotic, gloriously messy rendezvous with Brit.

“Oh my...” Kari purrs. Her voice thickens, and I can practically feel her breath hitch through the speaker. “Wait ... I ... hold on a sec...”

Shuffling. A click. Fabric rustling.

Yeah, I know exactly what’s happening. My gorgeous, insatiable lover just got horizontal and panty-free. She’s about to turn my dirty story into fuel for her fingers.

Thwack. Smack. Squish. Slap.

Oh yeah—she’s definitely going at it.

I lower my voice into a smoky whisper, giving her every last detail. I tell her how Brit squirted like a broken faucet. How the bed’s basically a biohazard zone now.

“Ohhh, damn...” Kari moans. “Fuck ... no, no, no ... don’t wanna come like this. I need you here, baby ... next to me ... inside me. Come over. Now. I need you to fuck the life out of me. Please.”

And then—her voice sharpens. That commanding tone I love.

“I’m serious. Get that cute ass over here. Pronto.”

God, I love it when she does that.

How could I say no?

I don’t want to say no. My body’s already halfway out the door.

“I’ll be there in a couple hours,” I say, already reaching for my bag.

“Yesss!” Kari practically sings. “I love you so fucking much, baby!”

Before I can even reply, she ends the call.

I stare at the screen.

She loves me?

You’ve probably already figured out how I feel about Kari and Ken. I haven’t said the words out loud. Haven’t wanted to mess with this strange, beautiful, perfect thing we’ve got going. But now?

Hearing her voice ... her need ... her confession?

Yeah.

I feel it too.

I love her.

So I zip my bag and head for the door. Kari’s waiting for me.

I can still hear her in my mind. That rough, velvet voice full of need and joy and raw passion:

“I need you here ... beside me ... inside me ... Come over.”

“I love you so fucking much, baby.”

I love you too, Kari.

I love you.

A bit later...

“Long time, no see,” Ken said with that mischievous grin, wrapping his strong arms around me and pulling me in close. In a crisp white muscle tee and tight shorts, he looked more irresistible than ever. His hands—tender, sure—ran up and down my back until one slid down the waistband of my pants and the other cradled my jaw, tilting my head up to meet his lips.

He kissed me—slow, deep—then moved to my neck, his middle finger slipping gently into my ass. His cock pressed against my stomach like a promise, thick and demanding. I wanted to reach for it, to feel that weight in my palm, but I held back. I placed both hands on his chest and pushed gently.

“You’ve gotta wait your turn,” I said, panting. “Kari called dibs. Fair’s fair.”

Ken groaned like a sulking beast. “I know. I know. I don’t know what you said to her, man, but ever since your call, she’s been pacing like a cat in heat.”

“Leo, honey!” Kari’s unmistakable voice rang out from inside. “Get your sexy ass in here. Now!”

My pulse spiked. I was already hard as a rock walking through the door, and then I saw her.

Oh ... my ... god.

Kari sat like a queen in her throne—a plush white armchair—legs elegantly crossed, one heel hanging casually from a purple-tipped toe. She was holding a tall, glistening mojito in one hand, condensation sliding slowly down the glass. And she looked ... unreal.

Her long golden hair was styled into two loose pigtails tied with silky violet ribbons, somehow playful and powerfully commanding at the same time. Everything about her gleamed with shades of purple—lavender, lilac, plum, violet—her outfit, her makeup, her accessories. It was a visual symphony of seduction, and I was her captive audience.

A sheer bra peeked through her translucent robe, shaping her breasts like an artist’s perfect sketch. The matching garter belt hugged her hips like it was made just for her. Thigh-highs, heels, makeup—all of it coordinated, exquisite, deadly.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. I just stood there, devouring her with my eyes, my mind flashing like a camera with one vivid mental snapshot after another. My heart thumped like a cinematic drumroll. Was this real? Was I in a scene from a twisted, beautiful, high-budget erotic dream?

She stood slowly, legs uncrossing with that divine grace of hers. I braced myself. I knew what was coming—this elegance, this sensual power, all of it was about to be smeared in spit and cum and sweat. Just how we both liked it.

“Here,” she said, handing me the purple cocktail. “Drink. It’ll calm your nerves.”

I took the glass. But before I could sip, I noticed something cloudy swirling at the surface. A slick, creamy thread. I looked up.

Kari’s wicked smile was already in place. “Ken’s cum,” she said sweetly. “Fresh. Adds a little ... protein kick.”

I glanced at Ken, who winked and adjusted his very full-looking shorts. Honestly, it didn’t surprise me. When you’re the hottest, horniest man alive, you might as well start bottling that shit.

“Cheers,” I said, and took a sip. My eyebrows rose.

Kari tilted her head. “Well?”

“It’s ... smooth. Creamy. Delicious,” I admitted, then downed the rest. “Got another?”

Ken chuckled. “Sorry, man. Only had enough for three.”

“Have you made any other drinks with your cream?” I teased, smirking. “I think a cumpuccino would be amazing. Maybe a frothy man-latte?”

Kari gasped, laughing and blushing at the same time. “Oh my god, Leo!” she purred, her voice a mix of awe and heat. “We are so fucking lucky to have you. You’re everything—hot, funny, filthy, and too damn cute.”

I stepped closer, my grin melting into something softer. “Lucky? I’m the one winning the lottery here.”

“I love you, Leo,” she whispered, reaching for me. Her fingers curled behind my neck, pulling me into a kiss that felt as deep and eternal as a promise.

“I love you too,” I breathed, just before our lips met. The kiss stole my breath, pulled me into her like gravity.

“Wow,” Ken chuckled, suddenly wrapping his arms around us both and pulling us against his broad, muscular chest. “I love you two ... I love both of you. That works, right?”

We all burst into laughter, arms tangling, bodies pressing, lips meeting in a mess of kisses, nibbles, and soft moans. Then Ken took a step back, peeled off his clothes with one smooth motion, and watched us hungrily. Kari followed, sliding out of her panties with a teasing little wiggle before stepping free.

All eyes turned to me.

I stripped slowly, watching their faces for reactions—Kari’s flushed with need, Ken’s burning with admiration. When I finally stood naked, they both complimented the definition of my abs and glutes. I credit the daily squats and sit-ups, but let’s be real—this much intense sex is its own workout.

“Keep that one-eyed jack to yourself for now, Kenny!” Kari warned in a teasing tone, eyeing his throbbing cock. “You’ll get your turn. But I need Leo all to myself first.”

Ken, mock-pouting, grabbed his camera and settled in as the official documentarian. I turned fully to Kari, heart pounding.

“You look ... breathtaking tonight,” I said, voice low. I wrapped my fingers around her golden pigtails, gently tugging her closer. “I want to slide inside you and never leave. I want to breathe you in and never exhale. I love you.”

Her breath hitched. Her green eyes shimmered with emotion and hunger. She pressed her body against mine, and our lips melted together. As our tongues slid and teased, her hips moved against me, rubbing her hot, soaked center against my cock.

“You always know what to say,” she murmured between kisses. “Your words—they just ... go straight into me.”

“I wish I had better ones. I can never fully describe how beautiful you are.”

“Then do it with your cock,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear.

Without hesitation, I reached for her bra and with one swift jerk, ripped the cups clean away—just as they were meant to come off. It was a lingerie design made for exactly this kind of controlled destruction.

Kari gasped and looked down at her exposed breasts, clearly impressed by the moment of feral fashion. I stepped in close, lips brushing hers, the tension between us about to ignite. Behind her was the couch—low, sleek, and begging to be used. Taking a few steps back, she sat down on the couch and spread her legs wide, thighs gleaming in those silky stockings. Her nipples were already stiff, her eyes locked on my cock like it was dessert.

“Leo the Destroyer,” she whispered, eyes blazing. “I want you to fuck me just like you fucked Brit. No sweet talk. Just rail me until I can’t think.”

Her words hit me like a jolt. I stared at the glistening heat between her thighs, watched her twitch as anticipation built.

I leaned forward and spat directly onto her cunt. Her body jerked, a gasp escaping her lips. My saliva glistened on her golden curls, dripping into the creases of her swollen lips. She didn’t need any lube, but she loved the gesture—loved being spit on, marked, played with.

I lined up, grabbed her hips, and thrust forward, burying myself in her with one smooth, hard motion.

“Ahhh!” Kari moaned instantly, trying to clamp down on my shaft with her expert muscles. But I had other plans. I started pounding her—fast, precise, deep—until her control started to slip.

She shifted her hips, rolled her ass, angled her pelvis to catch every inch of my thrusts. Her muscles tried to trap me, to milk me, but I kept moving—until I paused, just long enough to let her body try to take over.

“Oh ... fuck,” she groaned, clenching around me. “Your cock ... it’s magic. Don’t stop.”

I watched her beautiful body tighten and squirm, her thighs trembling, her tits rising and falling with every breath. My cock pulsed deep inside her as she clenched down harder, and I could already feel her edging toward a climax.

She continued to groan through gritted teeth, her sexy brows creased in concentration, fists clenched tightly. She looked so fucking hot—but I wasn’t about to let her do whatever the hell she wanted to my hardworking cock. Not this time.

After all, she had asked to be fucked like Brit was. So, while she was trying to choke the life out of my dick with her talented pussy, I reached for her pigtails and coiled them around my hands.