Tempting the Crown(260)

Deacon looked at him. “Door is locked and the flight crew knows better than to come back here.”

Abby’s eyes lit. “Can we?”

He crushed his lips against hers, drawing a sweet moan from her throat.

Deacon was behind her, pulling the shirt from her limbs. Cole fell backward on the bed, hugging Abby to his chest, while Deacon worked the jeans from her legs.

Her breasts bobbed in front of him. He pushed the lace away, exposing her nipple. He took it in his mouth, needing to feel it perk under his tongue.

“Oh yes,” she moaned. Her hips rolled with every flick of his tongue.

Deacon threw his shirt on the floor and dropped his pants. Cole wanted her too. He wondered for a split second if they were starting to see whose cock could reach her first. He lifted his hips, shoving his pants off.

Abby threw her head back. It had only been a few days, but she was already so good at giving. Her blowjobs were out of this world. And there was no way to describe just how tight and hot her pussy was. Cole couldn’t wait to take her virgin ass. If she were ready, he would christen it now on this flight home. It would be the perfect way to end a trip that had changed all of their lives.

She started to slide backward over his body, trailing kisses along the lines of his abs. She grinned when she reached his navel. He watched in awe as she reached the floor and wiggled her hips backward toward Deacon. Fuck. She was amazing. She leaned forward taking Cole’s cock in her hands. Her tongue trailed along the throbbing vein and up the other side.

“Fuck, Abby,” Cole growled.

She smiled. “That’s the idea, right?”

Deacon positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs. Cole watched as she panted and mewed from his fingers. He was fucking her with his fingers first, getting her as wet as he could.

“Spread those legs,” he ordered. “I want to see your pussy when I fuck you.”

“Oh, Deacon,” she whimpered. “I love how you fuck me.”

“And what about me baby?” Cole’s eyes lit.

“I love your cock. Can I have it?”

Cole’s cock bounced toward her lips. The higher, Deacon brought her hips, the farther her head lowered. She inhaled his dick in one long swallow.

“Shit,” Cole hissed. She had a way of making him want to come in the first thrust. But he couldn’t. He wanted it to last. Seeing her like this did something to his soul.

She was like a siren, calling to him and Deacon.

He watched his best friend take her from behind, while she braced herself against the impact with her hands on the bed. Her mouth slid over Cole’s cock with expert ease. They were lost in this. She was beautiful with their cocks inside her. She was meant for them. Meant to be theirs. Meant to be taken like this.

The bell dinged on the jet. The fasten seat belt sign flashed overhead, but he was so close. They all were. What the hell was going on at the front of the jet?

Abby’s eyes opened. They were glazed over with lust. He could get lost in her green gaze. He wanted to believe the sadness was gone. He had helped replace it with the new confident woman she had become in their bed.

“Don’t stop, sweet girl. We’re so close.”

The captain’s voice rang clearly over the speaker. “If you could please take your seats in the main cabin, we have a storm we’re trying to avoid. We need you to buckle up, everyone.”

“Oh shit,” Deacon groaned. “I’m so fucking close to coming. Tell the captain to shut up.”

Abby’s tits bounced. She sucked hard as Cole’s spine clutched and convulsed. He was going to explode in epic proportions. Everything went black. He shot his release deep in her throat as Deacon howled out, slamming into her. With one slow draw, Abby slid her lips over his cock and kissed the top of his dick, smiling.

“You have the sweetest fucking lips, baby,” he whispered, cupping her jaw.

She playfully bit her lip. “I could do that for you all day. I love it. I really do.” She looked over her shoulder. “And you. What you did to me…”

“No words, huh?”

“Now I’m in the mile-high club, aren’t I?”

Deacon laughed behind her. “You’re in it double, sweetheart.” He slapped her playfully on her bare ass.

Cole sat up from the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get to our seats. I don’t need a lecture from the pilot.”

“But—” Her eyes fluttered.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Deacon asked.

“I like it when we switch off. Can we? Before the seatbelts?”

“There’s a storm on the way,” he explained.

She kissed him gently. “Please fuck me, Cole. Just once? I want you inside me.”