Endless Love

Chapter 22

Blythe woke up to Josiah kissing down her neck. He was the only one in bed with her, but she could hear the shower running.

She squirmed, protesting, "Your beard is tickling me."

He wedged his leg between hers, settling her down against him. The friction felt amazing on her bare skin, only in Denver's t-shirt from the night before. He swallowed her quiet noises with his mouth, kissing her feverishly.

Denver came out of the bathroom mostly naked. He had a small towel around his waist that left nothing to the imagination.

"Good morning," he said.

"It is a good morning," Jo confirmed. "I think we should try the next size on the plug."

"Now?" Blythe asked.

Josiah smiled devilishly. She could tell he had a terrible idea that probably involved her slow demise.

Denver dropped his towel. "I want to do the honors this time."

Jo chuckled, and Blythe didn't have much time to react before she was flipped onto her stomach.

"You all are on one today," she said, relaxing as Jo massaged her shoulders that were a bit sore from holding herself up the night before.

"You've unlocked a monster," Jo said, giving her a kiss.

"Not a monster, just a deep fantasy of mine," Denver said, slipping on a condom. "Where the hell is Pax?"

Josiah shrugged. "He's missing out."

Denver ran his fingers through her folds. "Damn, you're soaked."

He lifted her up on her knees by her hips, taking his length and following the path his fingers had just made against her, slickening himself up.

Blythe gasped as he pushed himself in, bottoming out in one thrust.

Jo left the bed to retrieve the plug and the lube.

Denver fucked her slowly, taking his time with each punishing roll of his hips.

He lubed up his fingers. Jo spread her ass cheeks, and Denver pushed one finger in.

Blythe moaned as he pushed in a second. He scissored them, stretching her out.

Jo reached down, rubbing at her clit. She trembled, squeezing her eyes shut. He was relentless.

"Please," she cried, rocking her hips. She was so close.

"Come on baby," Denver encouraged, quicked his own thrusts, and the movement of his fingers.

He slipped in the plug just as she was reaching her breaking point. She realized Jo had grabbed the biggest plug she had bought.

The wider base burned, but the pain dissolved into a beautiful pleasure that spilled over from deep inside of her. She cried out loudly, and Denver kept thrusting, extending her release.

Denver grunted with his own finish. She felt so full, and she quivered as he pulled out. He leaned down, kissing the small of her back.

Josiah retrieved a warm rag, gently cleaning her.

"You're going to keep this in for us today, honey," he said, referring to the butt plug.

"All day?" she asked, lifting her head to look at him.

"That's a great fucking idea," Denver said, giving the plug a little push. Blythe squirmed away. It was too sensitive. "And then tonight, you can take two of us at the same time."

Josiah gathered the hair from around her sweaty neck.

"I deserve princess treatment for this," she pouted. Denver helped her put on a pair of panties, keeping the toy in place. She clenched around it.

"Absolutely," Jo agreed, pecking her lips. "Take it out if it gets too much, or let one of us know if you need lube. Don't hurt yourself on our account."

It was just a few hours. Besides, it was fun and adventurous, and exactly what she had envisioned when she had brought it.

"Come on," Denver said, helping her stand. It was a weird sensation that she didn't mind. "Let's go tell Paxton what he missed out on."

Walking down the stairs was interesting to say the least.

Paxton was fast asleep on the couch, spread out like a starfish. He had some specks of paint littered over his skin which told them that he had been working.

His art supplies had been strewn across the table.

Blythe giggled. "He must've gotten up to paint the sunrise and then crashed."

"I'll make us some breakfast," Denver said.

"I'll help," Jo said, leaning down to give Denver a surprising kiss.

Blythe moved over to Paxton, crawling on top of him. He stirred, wrapping his arm around her.

"Hey, Bee," he said with a yawn.

"Pax, they're torturing me," she whined, stuffing her face into his neck.

"I'm sorry, baby," he cooed, nuzzling her cheek. "I'll yell at them for you. What did they do?"

"They're making me wear the butt plug all day," she said.

Paxton reached his hand down between her legs. She wiggled away.

"That is a problem," he agreed, his voice deep from sleep. "You've already soaked your panties."

She rested on his chest. It was going to be a long day.