Endless Love

Chapter 9

Denver had started a small fire in a pit in his yard. It was a pretty chilly evening, but it was perfect with the added warmth.

He had camping chairs they had scattered around, and he even had s'mores stuff. It was a lot of fun. The boys were getting a little rowdy though, and Blythe just wanted another kiss from someone.

Denver ran his hand along her thigh. He was such a tease.

She squirmed, and he turned to look at her. He even furrowed his brows like he was confused.

She reached for his shirt, pulling him down close to her.

"You could've just asked, sweetheart," he said, grinning. She liked the smile on him. He was so hot. They all were.

She huffed, pushing her lips onto his, eager for the contact. He was rougher than Josiah, nipping at her lips and pushing his tongue into her mouth. He pulled away, licking his lips.

"Damn," Paxton whispered.

"I know," Josiah agreed. "You don't expect it to be so fucking hot."

"Paxton, you're the only one who hasn't kissed me," Blythe said.

"Alright, then get over here," he said.

She stood, walking over to him. "The chair is going to break."

He grabbed her hips. "It'll be fine. We'll go down together."

She straddled his waist as best as she could. He pressed his lips to hers sloppily. He gripped her hips, bringing them down against his.

She gasped as the contact hit just right. She moved her hips again, eager for the feeling that was coiling in her stomach to return.

"Do you feel what you do to us?" he mumbled against her lips. He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands slipping under her t-shirt.

"Please," she whispered breathless. She didn't want it to stop.

"Why don't we go inside?" Denver suggested.

Paxton pulled back. Josiah helped Blythe up, gathering her hair away from her heated neck.

"Are you okay?" Paxton asked, cupping her cheeks.

She mumbled something hazy. "I didn't want to stop."

"We know," Denver said gently. "I just don't want you to catch a chill out here."

She followed them back inside. Josiah was the one that laid her on the couch.

"Did you soak your panties, honey?" he asked, his hands trailing down her body, dipping beneath her pants. She squirmed as his fingers brushed gently against the front of her underwear. Josiah looked at the others. "She did. What a naughty girl."

"Josiah," Blythe whined, kicking down her pants.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze on his. He asked her seriously. "What do you want?"

"I want you in me," she answered honestly, still trying to squirm.

"Me?" he asked. "Or Pax or Denver?"

"I don't care," she mumbled. "I don't care who watches. Just, please."

Josiah smirked. "So impatient."

Denver had a box of condoms. Blythe didn't even question it. She was in a haze.

Josiah pulled off her shirt, and she reached for his, unbuttoning his pants.

He kept his lips on hers, or somewhere on her body. Everything was red hot. It felt like she was on fire. Occasionally, she would look over to see Denver and Paxton making out and it only added to the flames, so much like the fire they had been sitting around just moments earlier.

Josiah ran his fingers through her folds, easily slipping a finger inside of her. The sound it was making as he moved it in and out of her was a lot. She was soaked.

He added another finger and she moaned, barreling right towards the edge she had been nearing.

"That's it," Josiah said. "Such a good girl."

He pulled his fingers away, standing up to kick down his pants and briefs all in one go.

He spit, slicking up his length. He rubbed it against her folds before gently pushing in.

The stretch was there. It burned until he bottomed out, but he gave her a minute to adjust.

"So good," he reassured, brushing the hair out of her face. "Are you okay?"

She nodded.

He rocked his hips, and she gasped at the full feeling. The warmth in her stomach returned and she moaned as he picked up speed.

His thrusts were hard and deep. He lifted her legs to give himself more room.

"Look at them watching you," Josiah grunted.

She opened her eyes. Paxton smiled, coming closer. He gave her a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Are you going to cum with all of us watching you?"

She moaned as Josiah rubbed the flat of his palm against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Right there," she gasped. "Keep going."

Josiah cursed, his thrusts become sloppy. Paxton pressed kisses down her neck and chest, nipping at her skin with his teeth.

"Fuck," he groaned. "So fucking good. I'm going to cum."

Blythe yelled out as she reached her climax, feeling herself clench onto Josiah who gave one final roll of his hips.

He pulled out of her. He reached up to give her a kiss, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face.

"Did such a good job," he said sincerely, kissing her nose. She warmed from his praise.

She sighed contently, smiling. "Who's next?"