Through this, D lapped gently at her pussy and Maddox let this go on for a few more moments before he pulled her off and arranged them how he wanted them.
Molly was sexed up and sexed out but she still held her breath as Maddox pressed her back to Diesel’s front, both on their sides. Then he pressed his front to her front, trapping her hands upturned against his pecs, Diesel’s hand curled around her breast, when he wrapped his arm around both of them and tangled his legs with both of theirs.
She had a view to Maddox’s throat.
Maddox had a view to Diesel’s face.
And at her back, Molly felt Diesel not as loose as he should be after that beautiful session.
She licked her lips nervously.
They cuddled after a threesome, definitely. But not this close. Not as close as Maddox made them last night.
Leading up to and during a session, Maddox and Diesel would tangle up without thought.
After, they usually didn’t get close enough to touch, or at least not too much.
They were touching now.
A lot.
“Mouth,” Maddox demanded.
She closed her eyes tight, refusing to tip her head back in order to make her point to Diesel.
He means you, D, he means you, he means you, hemeansyou. Kiss him. Kiss him. Kisshimkisshimkisshim.
Throughout her mental chanting, D didn’t move.
Her heart jumped when he did.
Pressing into her back, his hand at her breast squeezing, he leaned into Maddox.
Maddox took his arm from around them and she felt the inside of his forearm brush her cheek as he caught hold of D’s neck.
She listened to the gorgeous, soft, wet sound of their kiss and felt like crying with happiness.
Mad’s arm moved and his fingers curled round her neck as he whispered, “Now you, my Molly.”
She tipped her head back then and he took her mouth.
When he was done with her, he let her go and wrapped his arm around both of them again.
She heard and felt Diesel let out a huge sigh and Molly couldn’t read that. Couldn’t read if that was good, relief, settling in to the beauty they just had, coming to terms with it, understanding it was right, it was safe, it was as it was meant to be.
Or if it was giving in.
Which still worked (for now), but it wasn’t ideal.
“How many times did you come?” Maddox asked a question she knew, due to the unfortunate limitations of the male body, was for her.
She snuggled into both her men and answered, “I don’t know. A hundred?”
Maddox chuckled.
Diesel gave her breast another squeeze.
“So, D eat the ability for you to cook dinner outta you?” Maddox went on.
“It’s a wonder I’m conscious,” Molly told him.
Maddox’s eyes danced at her.
Happy.
God.
He was so happy.
Please, let us keep this, she prayed. Please let this be real.
“Then I’ll feed my babies,” Maddox muttered.
“Special dinner tomorrow night,” she told him. “I have it all planned. It was supposed to be tonight but D had other ideas.”
Maddox looked over her head at D. “They were good ideas.”
“Mm,” D mumbled.
“Sunflowers rock, brother,” Maddox told him on a grin.
“Whatever,” D kept mumbling.
“Can I ask why it’s so hard for you to take us tellin’ you you’re pretty fuckin’ awesome?” Maddox inquired, not angry, or annoyed, but curious.
Diesel’s body totally tensed.
Molly’s body totally tensed.
Maddox’s arm around them went iron tight and his legs tangled in theirs curled like claws.
“Don’t pull back,” Maddox growled his warning.
Okay, that was annoyed.
“Mady,” Molly whispered anxiously.
“I’m not pullin’ back,” Diesel lied.
“You’re awesome,” Maddox bit off like it was an insult.
Molly actually wanted to laugh at that.
Instead, she kept quiet and tense.
Diesel went with the cocky. “Yeah. You’re right. I’m awesome. I’m the shit.”
“You are and that’s no joke,” Maddox stated firmly.
“You are, DD,” Molly said carefully. “No joke.”
“Can we shift convo from the Diesel Admiration Society to what’s for dinner ’cause I just fucked hard, sucked hard and blew hard and I need food,” Diesel requested.
He was being funny.
Molly relaxed.
Diesel relaxed.
And only then did Maddox relax.
“We got any steak that’s not frozen, Mol?” Maddox asked.
She tipped her head back again. “No. Just chicken.”
He looked to D. “Barbeque chicken work for you?”
Molly’s stomach rumbled.
“Works for Mol,” D muttered amusedly.
Maddox smiled at Diesel then at her. “Then I best feed you, right, baby?”
She nodded.
He dipped in and kissed her and she loved it as usual.
Then, before D could read him, he lifted up and kissed Diesel and she loved that almost better.
After that, before Diesel could stiffen, Mad broke away and was on his ass on the bed before he twisted back, gaze to D.
“Watchin’ you go at Molly tied, I’m in the mood for you to work me. Get creative. You’re goin’ at me tomorrow. Workout room. Think big ’cause I already got plans for retribution and you’ll feel cheated, you don’t earn them.”
She felt D press his cock into a cheek of her ass, and it was not totally hard, but it also was not soft, as Maddox spoke and she knew how much he wanted that.
But he said nothing and Maddox took it no further.
He just got out of bed, snatched up his gym clothes, shoes, socks and bag and walked to the bathroom, stating, “Quick shower then I’m on dinner.”
When he disappeared, Diesel turned Molly in his arms to facing him.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Yeah, honey,” she answered, gliding her hands up his chest.
He curled his fingers just under her wrists and pulled them up farther.
“These good?” he asked, studying them.
Both men did this, but particularly D. Always about the aftercare, making sure her orgasms didn’t mask any hurts, inattention to important physical details, or getting so into the session, unconsciously taking things too far.
“The satin never makes marks,” she reminded him. “And you know I like it like that, DD.”
He pressed her hands to his chest at the same time he massaged her wrists, regardless of her answer.
They heard the shower go on.
“You okay, D?” she asked when his attention wandered to the side of her head which meant it really was in the bathroom.
He looked at her.
“Yeah, baby.” He gave her his cocky grin, and yeah, for her with him, the first time she saw him, it was that grin that made her want him to tie her up. That and the fact he was beautiful to look at and had a beast of a body that could dominate at rest. “Great. Should film you tied like that, between my legs, takin’ my cock, your ass in my hands. Have that shit painted. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She felt a blush of pleasure stain her cheeks as she pressed closer.
“I know what you mean. That’s how I feel when Mady goes down on you with you spread for him like that.”
His eyes shifted away.
Dang.
She needed to be stronger, for Maddox, for her.
For D.
Which meant she needed to push him harder.