"Oh." She rolled up, stretched tall, then bore down, taking his fingers again.
How in bloody fuck any two people who liked sex as much as these two could have drifted apart, he didn't know. Packer gave Calleigh what she needed, fucking her hard with his fingers. He felt Adrian's groan all around his cock and Adrian took him in, deep, swallowing around the tip of his cock.
"Fuck!" Packer bucked up, his whole body shaking with the need to come. He held on, just barely, long enough to press his thumb over Adrian's, grinding against Calleigh's clit.
He felt her come, her walls trembling and shaking against his fingers, squeezing him tight. There. Packer gave it up, shooting right across Adrian's tongue, and the relief was fucking astonishing.
Adrian pushed up behind him and he felt that hard cock, nudging his fingers, wanting back in Calleigh's body. Lord, that girl was going to ache so good in the morning. And this was just night one.
Packer helped, lifting her right up, hoping the chair would hold the three of them. It rocked, but stayed upright, and Adrian's rough thighs felt fine against him.
Her breasts slid against his chest, warm and soft even through his shirt. Her lips were on his throat, open, wet, breath huffing out of her. Packer held her, spreading her for Adrian, letting the lad have her. His cock was pretty well spent, but it felt good to have them rubbing.
Adrian's gaze met his over Calleigh's shoulder, dark eyes flashing, hot.
Packer hummed, keeping one hand on Calleigh's butt. He used the other to press behind Adrian's head, pulling him over Calleigh's back for a kiss.
Adrian tasted like him, salt and male and fuck, it was fine.
Every thrust Adrian made rocked Calleigh into him, her mouth hot on his skin, her skin so soft compared to his and Adrian's. His cock threatened to rise again, so he reached around and pinched Adrian's ass.
Adrian grunted, hips jerking restlessly, the kiss getting sloppy and wet.
He bit Adrian's lip, wanting to feel it when Adrian came. Now. Fuck, yeah. Yeah, that was hot. Adrian slumped down, trapping Calleigh between them.
Packer held on, trying to keep the laughter inside. It came out as a light chuckle anyway.
"No laughing, mate. Chair'll bust." Adrian's eyes were rolling a little.
"Well, then, Chook, move us to the bed." That seemed logical, yeah?
Calleigh laughed, shook her head. "I should go to my room."
Adrian's smack was loud, and Calleigh jumped. "Be still, now. You're staying. Right here."
"Mmm." Packer grinned. "You're so over each other."
"Fuck off, Packer." Calleigh pinched him but good. "I'm still mad."
"Uh-huh." He met her eyes, grinning huge. "You should have seen him, luv, when he saw you with the boys from Brazil."
"They were hot."
Adrian gave her another hard swack.
"Ow!"
"Chair won't hold up to that, either." Packer reached past Calleigh and gave Adrian a bit of a shove. "Bed." They could talk there.
Adrian nodded and stood, hauling Calleigh up and holding her as one hand was held out to him. Packer took it, feeling a little creaky when he got up, but his cock was still half-hard, so it was all good. Happy-making. Almost as happy-making as the way Adrian got them all naked, lickety-split, and in the bed, under the covers.
"Better?" Packer snuggled in, happy with gratuitous nudity.
Adrian chuckled, Calleigh caught between them.
"I thought so." They'd have to talk, all of them, but especially Calleigh and Adrian. That could wait a bit, though. Sleeping together was like communing or something.
Something hot.
Hot.
It was hot in here.
She hummed, stretched, sliding against.
Wait.
Wait.
Whoa.
Calleigh's eyes popped open and she met Packer's eyes. Oh, god.
Oh, god.
She'd...
They'd...
All together and... Oh, god.
"You're panicking, baby." Adrian sounded so sleepy.
"I..."
His hand slid over her belly, warm and heavy and familiar.
"Shh." He moved a little, snuggling in, just like he used to on Monday nights when she'd have to go to work and he'd just gotten home Monday morning. They'd spent whole days together in bed.
Her eyelids closed, and she hummed happily. She loved him. She loved him so much.
"I have your ring, baby. I want you to put it back on."
She turned her head, looked at him, frowning. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." He sure looked certain. She knew that face. It was the one Adrian wore right before he nodded his head, right before the gate opened on the bull he was about to ride.
She opened her mouth to say something smart, but he just took her hand, slipped the ring back on her finger. Then he kissed her, which sorta made the whole talking thing redundant. He melted her butter, left her dazed and moaning.
His kisses still made her head swim. She'd been so scared that he wouldn't anymore. She turned and pressed close, fingers sliding up Adrian's chest.
He hummed, pushing into her touch. "We could get breakfast in bed."
"I could eat. Yesterday was all coffee and vodka."
"Gross." The word came from her other side, where Packer had been watching them, keeping to himself.
"Which part?" She was naked beside the man and she didn't know if he drank coffee.
"Well, I like coffee. And vodka, come to that. I like food more, though. I'd get all acidy and squish all day."
Calleigh rolled her eyes. Boys.
"Yeah, and then he'd walk around all day asking, 'Oi, who opened their lunch?'" Adrian said, rolling his eyes, too.
"Adrian, that's nasty." She popped his hip, shook her head.
"What?" Adrian pulled back to stare. "He would."
"Still, y'all. Nasty fart talk." She ran her fingers through her hair, wincing a little at the crunchiness of it. "I think I need to clean up a little."
"Why? You smell good." Packer was just... She'd thought Adrian was bad with the boy stuff. Packer nuzzled her neck and she shivered, reaching for Adrian.
"It's okay, baby." Adrian kissed her, loving on her.
Packer was solid behind her. Adrian was hot in front of her. She met her husband's eyes, needing to know this was right, real.
He smiled, dropping a little kiss on her lips. "Only what you want, baby."
She wanted to feel, to know. "I want,” she said.
"Good." Packer said it against her ear, his lips moving on her skin.
She gasped, electricity slipping down her spine and her fingers curled. "Oh."
"So pretty, baby. I'd forgotten..." Adrian had the good grace to look a little ashamed.
"Try to remember now, huh?" She'd worked so hard to make herself hot for him, to make him recall how good they could be.
"I am. I am remembering." Adrian kissed her again, mouth hot and firm on hers.
Packer backed away, eased her down on her back, then she was trying to keep up with a wild, three-way kiss that threatened to burn her alive. They were so pretty together, so overwhelming. Hot as fire and twice as dangerous.
Somebody was easing her thighs apart, somebody was teasing a nipple until it ached. Adrian licked a path down her belly. She'd know that touch anywhere, anytime. So it had to be Packer at her breast, lips moving strong on her skin.
"Oh, y'all..." Her hands fluttered a little, because she couldn't think fast enough to put them anywhere.
"Come on, love." Adrian was always helpful that way. He showed her where her hands could land, one on his skin, one on Packer's. Her fingers curled in Adrian's hair; with her other hand she explored Packer's shoulders, tracing one ropy scar after another. Bullriders.
Packer chuckled, just like he was reading her mind. "I'll tell you all about them, luv," he murmured against her skin, licking his way down. His lips caught her nipple again as Adrian spread her legs wider. Fuck, this was insane.
"God, baby." Adrian bit her, a tiny sting of teeth.
"Damn..." Her back bowed, shoulders and hips pushing into the mattress.
"Sweet." Packer was talking, too, hot as hell.
Adrian pressed between her thighs, tongue sliding up along her slit, so hot. She didn't know what to do, who to push close to, who to rub on. Adrian had the best mouth...
"I..." She didn't know how to say this was big without Adrian stopping.
"Shh." Packer worked back up to her mouth, pressing his against her lips. That way she didn't have to say anything. She just had to relax and let it happen. Packer's tongue pushed into her lips, parting them, the motion heady, stealing her breath. He was a much harder kisser than Adrian, much more demanding. As opposed to coaxing or asking.
She gasped and he groaned, pushing even harder. She pushed back, giving Packer back a little. He laughed against her mouth, the sound one of pure joy. Adrian bit her thigh, the tiny sting making her gasp. Calleigh arched, and Adrian bit again. Oh, fuck. Hot.
Such a toothy man. When had that happened? She'd bet Packer had taught him that. The thought was really exciting.
Packer's hand slid down her belly, fingers tugging the dangling navel ring, just enough that she groaned. That made Adrian grunt and start sucking up a mark on her thigh.
God, they were a tag team from hell. They moved like they were weirdly in tune. It made her shiver, made her shake. She reached out, fingers barely brushing the tip of Packer's cock. She was curious, wanting to get it, to know how he felt.
There was such soft skin there, and she had to push at it, just to feel it move. It was kind of amazing. Packer made a deep sound, so she did it again. And again.
God, that was hot.
Not as hot as Adrian's tongue, slipping over her clit, though. Fuck. Adrian smiled against her skin, letting her know how pleased he was with her reaction. She could read him even when she couldn't see him.
"Don't stop, please, Ades."
He licked again, then backed off, blowing a stream of air over her folds.
"He's a right tease, isn't he, sweet? Are you a tease, too?" Packer pushed against her fingers, hard and needy.
"No. I take what I want." Now. She was tired of waiting. Adrian licked and she bit her bottom lip, thumb working the wet tip of Packer's cock, the slit slick. "Fuck."
"That's it, girl. You need to take what you want." Packer was like a shoulder devil or something, the voice of naughty.
She reached down with her hand that wasn't incredibly busy exploring Packer's cock, fingers tangling in Adrian's hair, tugging him closer. Adrian moved for her, his cheeks pressing against the insides of her thighs, his tongue working her clit mercilessly.
"Oh. Oh, fuck. Right there..." She turned her head, lips open, hunting skin.
She got it, Packer moving right in to kiss her again, his lips rising up from where he'd been nibbling on her shoulder. She moaned, fingers working Packer's cock, her entire body burning. They were making her crazy. Packer shifted a bit, still working into her hand, but moving around so he could touch her, too. His fingers found her right where Adrian's mouth did.
Oh, fuck. Adrian was licking her, licking Packer's fingers which were flicking her clit and she was on fire. They were so in sync, so attuned that they had like a mind meld or something. Their mouths moved at the same time, Adrian's tongue pressing into her as Packer bit her lower lip.
Calleigh's breath hitched and her thighs started shaking. Fuck. Fuck, she was going to...
"Come on, sweet. Now." The 'now' came with a flick of Packer's fingers and a push of Adrian's tongue. Then she was flying. When she could focus again, Adrian was kissing Packer, cock sliding against her.
They were both moving, slow and easy to begin with, hips rocking. The wet sound of their kiss was insanely erotic. She reached out, fingers sliding over both of their chests. Both so different, but so hot, so male.
Packer was fuzzy. Adrian waxed. Vain man.
She gathered the drops of salt at the tip of Packer's cock, licked her fingers, curious to know if Packer tasted different. Different, but the same, really. She licked her fingers again.
"God." Adrian had turned to stare at her, his eyes like fire on her skin.
She moaned, licked her lips, tugged the tip of Packer's cock again.
"Fuck." Packer slammed against her and Adrian, moving faster all of a sudden. Probably because now he had the undivided attention of both her and Adrian. She scooted down, pressing hard against Adrian's cock even as her lips wrapped around the tip of Packer's prick.
"Christ on a pogo stick." Packer bucked, panting hard.
"Oh, fuck, baby girl..." Adrian pushed into her, making her toes curl and she started sucking. They were all moving together again, just like they were in perfect concert or something. The sounds and smells made her want to explode.
Packer got one hand under her neck, supporting a little, and she opened eagerly, taking more. Packer was never a bit tentative. The man knew what he wanted, and he took it. He pushed into her mouth, slipping as far in as she could handle.
Adrian cried out, and his hands were everywhere, pinching and stroking and petting and making her crazy. All the while he was driving into her, the little ache perfect. It had been so long. So long, and this was like nothing else, ever. Crazy. Insanely hot.
She saw Packer grab Adrian and tug him in for another kiss, watched how Packer devoured her Adrian out of the corner of her eye. She was -- oh god, she was going to just burst, explode into thousands of tiny little pieces. She pulled on Packer's cock, fingers pinching one of her nipples, driving herself higher.
"Baby." Adrian was gasping when he broke the kiss with Packer, grunting, driving into her.
"Please." She was right there. Right fucking there.
"Yeah. Come on, Chook. Make her come." Packer was moaning these filthy things, touching her, and Adrian moved faster. Harder.
It was all she could do, to moan and suck the tip of Packer's cock for a second before she was soaring, her nerves firing like crazy.
So good.
Packer moaned above her, his cock rubbing against her lips. Adrian was still hard in her, too, still moving. Calleigh could focus now, though. Thank god. She pulled Packer into her mouth, legs dragging Adrian in deeper.
The boys both moaned, touching each other, touching her. She felt powerful, knowing they were both depending on her for their pleasure. Knowing they were both right there, wanting her.
"Come on, baby. I need... " Adrian's eyes crossed when she squeezed him, his breath coming out in a huff. She felt it when he went off like a rocket, deep inside her.
Then she got one hand under Packer's balls, squeezed just a little. His whole body went tight, his cock pushing in deep. She could feel it when he tried to pull away and be polite, but he couldn't manage it.
Calleigh took him in, focusing on the deep, rough cry, on the way Packer called out her name. Okay. Hot.
"Lord have mercy." Packer panted out the words, and she felt a surge of pride. She'd done that.
Adrian settled her back, lips covering hers and it was weird for about, oh, a quarter of a second, then it was hot again. Adrian didn't let it be anything but hot, and when Packer's fingers slipped between her and Adrian to touch her, she almost went into orbit.
Her hips started moving again, getting her clit just the right amount of pressure. Packer, though, the man was a fucking tease, making her arch for it, work for it. He was evil. Later, she'd like that about him. Right now she just wanted him to touch her. She moaned her need into Adrian's lips and his response was to roll his hips, tug her bottom lip between his teeth.
They were working her together. To heck with tag teams, they were just a team, well-oiled and making her want to scream. "Fuck. Please, y'all... Don't stop." She was flying and didn't fucking want to come down.
"Not going to, baby." Adrian laughed against her mouth. "Packer can go all night."
"It's a long time 'til ni--"
Packer's fingers tweaked her clit and she bucked, thoughts flying out of her head. Adrian hummed against her skin, pushing down against her, pressing Packer's fingers down. Hard.
She shuddered, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her.
"You can do it, baby. You can give it up." Adrian bit her, right at the base of her throat where people could see.
Her whole fucking world shattered into, oh, a million pieces, leaving her limp, panting like she'd run a mile. Adrian and Packer were both smiling at her when she finally touched down, a little smug. She could live with that for what they'd done to her.