Party of Four

Hard to Believe - Riley

Waking up next to Nica was something I was never going to get tired of. Her back was warm against my chest, my face buried in her curls. My hand rested on her stomach. I was still half-asleep, my fingers tracing the lines of her muscles. She had been getting into the habit of only wearing a sports bra and shorts to bed. She said it was more comfortable now compared to her cute pajama sets she used to prefer.

A soft sound slipped from her lips as she shifted under my touch. I sucked in a deep breath, my senses filled with the scent of honeysuckle. In the days since Cole’s birthday, things had started to become hectic. We had closed on our new house. Mom and dad had already started moving their things into the guest house, making it their new home. Cole and I hadn’t even started packing yet.

We needed to. We had a few prospective buyers interested.

I kept wondering about Nica though. We hadn’t brought up her moving in since Valentine’s Day. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to push her either. Everything had happened so quickly. It had only been eight months since her housewarming…eight months since our first kiss.

It seemed like we had just gotten into a rhythm as a throuple - something we still didn’t call ourselves out loud - when she had told us that she was pregnant. I wasn’t upset about it, I wouldn’t change anything, but I worried that she might feel like everything was happening too fast.

Unlike either of us, Nica had been married before, and it really hadn’t been that long since she’d left that marriage. I couldn’t blame her for not wanting to get married again. Especially not after the things her ex had put her through. Sure, it had been over a year, but it hadn’t been that long since she was able to move out of her grandparents’ house. Would she be willing to give up her apartment for us? Would she feel like she was losing her independence again? I never wanted to be the reason she was unhappy.

She shifted again, and I opened my eyes to find hers looking at me. Even without my glasses, I could see her honey-colored hues framed by dark lashes, her lips a perfect pink contrasted against her pale skin. “Good morning,” I murmured.

“Good morning.”

I assumed Cole was already downstairs. He usually woke up well before us. I didn’t mind, I appreciated the opportunity it presented to start my day just laying here with Nica.

“We should probably get up,” I said after a while, reaching for my glasses. “Cole’s probably made coffee.”

“What if I’m not ready to get up?” she pouted playfully, a dramatic frown pulling at her lips. Nica turned fully towards me, her hand resting flat on my chest.

“I could probably be convinced,” I teased with a grin.

She lifted a leg, draping it over my hips. The back of her calf pressed against me as she pulled us together. “Well, now you can’t get up,” she smirked.

I rested my hand on the back of her thigh. “Oh no, I’m trapped…” I teased, smiling.

Nica giggled.

“Whatever will I do?”

She pressed harder against me, and I turned on to my back. Nica moved to straddle my waist. I rested my hands on her waist, still smiling up at her as she leaned down to kiss me. Despite the playfulness of the moment, the kiss was slow and sleepy. She hummed softly against my mouth as her tongue pressed against mine.

I didn’t even think about my hands moving up her body, lost in the kiss. My hands just naturally sought out her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her n*****s through the thin fabric of her sports bra. I squeezed gently as she deepened the kiss.

Another soft moan was muffled against my lips. I tugged the stretchy fabric down, exposing her breasts. I’d always considered myself a “breast man” and Nica’s were perfect even before the pregnancy, but watching them grow had been exciting. I knew there was a possibility the new size was temporary, and I was okay with that. I was still going to enjoy them like this as long as I could though.

Nica seemed to know without me saying a word though. “I feel like you’re going to try and keep me pregnant, just so my boobs stay like this,” she teased, her lips brushing against me as she broke the kiss.

“They’re perfect at any size,” I reassured her as I rubbed circles over her n*****s. A grin spread across my face as I lifted my hips, causing her to fall forward. She caught herself on the headboard, and I took advantage of the opportunity to lift my head and catch a n****e in my mouth.

Another soft moan slid past her lips as I flicked my tongue over her n****e. I pressed her breasts together. My mouth moved back and forth between them as I sucked and licked the sensitive nubs, keeping them two little hard peaks.

Nica managed to pull away from me, straightening as she pulled the sports bra off completely. My hands found them again, cupping and squeezing them. Nica leaned down, kissing me again. She kept it brief, her lips leaving a trail along my jawline to my ear. “I have an idea,” she murmured.

Before I could respond, she was moving. Instead of straddling me, Nica laid on the bed, settling against the pillows so her head and shoulders were elevated.

“Come here,” she grinned, beckoning me to her with a curled finger.

Grinning, I shifted so that I could hover over her. Rather than settling between her legs as I normally would, I had to straddle them since she had them together. I leaned down to kiss her.

“This isn’t what I meant,” she informed me when she broke the kiss. “You gotta come closer.”

“Closer?” I questioned, an eyebrow raising.

Nica nodded, biting her bottom lip as she pressed her breasts together. “You mean…?” I straightened, inching my way up her body until I was straddling her ribs.

Nica nodded, her gaze shifted and locked onto my waist as I moved forward. As soon as she could, she reached for the waistband of my boxers. Her fingers curled around the elastic as she tugged them down, freeing my already hard c**k. Eyes reached mine again, and she smiled as she pressed her breasts together again.

I wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft and brushed the head of my c**k over her n****e. Her breath hitched and she locked her lips. Then I repeated the action on the other side. I wasn’t sure which one of us this was turning on more.

I pushed the tip between her breasts and couldn’t help the small groan that came out. I pushed forward until my whole c**k was between them. She pressed her breasts closer together, squeezing me between them. Looking down at her, this was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I groaned again, not just because of how it felt, but because of the way she looked at me. The way she bit her lip, her thumbs circling her n*****s.

My hands covered hers as I thrust back and forth, my d**k sliding between her breasts with ease. I groaned again, enjoying the sight beneath me. She arched her back slightly, pushing her chest forward. With her head and shoulders elevated, she was able to tilt her chin down. Nica licked the head of my c**k as I reached the top of her cleavage.

I groaned again, louder this time as my eyes rolled back. With each thrust, she licked, swirled, and flicked the tip before I pulled back again. Nica pressed her breasts even closer together, squeezing me began them.

The head of my c**k met her tongue again and another groan left me. I could feel my orgasm building. Her eyes stayed locked on me the whole time, adding to the building sensations. Another groan left my lips as my c**k started to twitch. I had to place one hand on the headboard to steady myself.

“Where do I…?” I could barely get the words out, already breathless.

“On my chest,” she offered, smiling. Her voice was low and full of desire. Her words combined with the way she gazed at me through her lashes was all I needed to push me over the edge.

I slipped my c**k from between her breasts, and used my hand to continue working myself. Another twitch, and I painted her chest with the warm liquid. I continued to pump my hand along my shaft as rope after rope of c*m landed across her n*****s and over her collarbones.

I didn’t wait before I moved back down her body until I was low enough to properly lean down to kiss her again. I kept the kiss brief, then moved so that I was no longer straddling her. Instead, I curled my fingers under the waistband of both, her shorts and her panties, and pulled them down her legs.

She had just let me do something I’d only ever joked about being interested in before. So I was going to ensure that she got to feel just as good. If not better.

I resettled myself between her legs with her thighs on my shoulders. I licked a line up her inner thigh then gently bit the soft flesh at the top. She inhaled sharply, something in between a gasp and a moan slipping out. I smirked against her skin as I gazed up at her face. I licked my lips as I moved closer to the apex of my desire. Something about seeing my own c*m spread across her chest woke up something in me, and I gripped her hips tight, lifting her to my mouth.

I dragged my tongue through her wet folds, groaning against her. Nica moaned, her eyes closing as she tried to roll her hips. I held her tight, limiting her movement as I swirled my tongue around her c**t.

I flicked and licked and sucked, my only thought was about how I wanted to devour her. She tasted so good. My tongue circled her entrance before pushing into her. Nica gasped again. Her thighs pressed against my shoulders as she tried to grind against my mouth.

“Touch yourself for me,” I muttered against her.

I continued to thrust my tongue in and out of her. She reached between her legs, her fingers rubbing her c**t. Her other hand cupped her breast, fingertips smearing my c*m around her n****e as she rubbed and pinched it.

I groaned against her, feeling myself becoming aroused again. She was already so sexy to begin with. But seeing her in moments like this and knowing how kinky she was…knowing the things she liked and the things she was willing to do…

It made sense in retrospect that the fact she was willing to be with both, Cole and me, that she was kinky, but it seemed as if she was still constantly surprising me.

Her chest heaved as her breaths became shorter, quicker. More moans escaped her lips. She bucked her hips against my grip again.

I lowered her back onto the bed and shifted so I was on my knees between her legs. She whimpered from the absence of my tongue. “Keep touching yourself, kitten. Show me what you want me to do to you.”

She moaned, pushing two fingers into herself. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her other hand continued to work her n****e. I watched her for a moment, licking my lips. “You’re so f*****g beautiful,” I breathed.

Nica opened her eyes, smiling at me.

I added two fingers to her own two that she was already pumping in and out and another sharp gasping moan left her lips. I matched her tempo, pumping my fingers at her pace. Her body writhed, her back arching and hips bucking with each thrust.

Her eyes closed again. My other hand slid up her thigh. Nica grinded her palm against her c**t, moaning loudly. I slid my hand further stroking the soft tender spot where her thigh and her center met.

Her muscles started to tighten around my fingers. Our fingers. “That’s it kitten. Come for me.” The hand on her leg moved further. I dragged my thumb through her wetness then pressed it against the puckered hole of her ass. She gasped, her eyes opening wide. I curled my fingers inside her as I pushed my thumb a little further, just past her resistance.

Nica’s eyes rolled back as she cried out, her heels digging into the mattress as her orgasm rocked her. Her hips bucked again as I buried my fingers in her.

Cole was coming back inside as I entered the kitchen. I wondered how long he had been outside for since he’d already left the bed when I woke up an hour ago. “Is Nica still asleep?” he asked, moving up refill his coffee mug.

“Shower,” I answered as I shook my head.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, thanks.” I moved to grab a bowl out of the cabinet and poured cereal in it while he poured coffee into a mug for me.

“We need to start packing,” Cole commented. It was as if we shared some strange telepathic link, and he had picked up my thoughts prior to Nica waking.

“Yeah…” I sighed heavily. “It’s hard to believe that in a few weeks this won’t be our house anymore.”

“It’s hard to believe we’re moving to Stonehaven.”

“That too.”

“Do you think…” His voice dropped a couple of octaves, like he was scared of being overheard. “Do you think she’ll decide to move in too?”

I shrugged, “I hope so…maybe once she sees it in person.”

“Maybe,” Cole nodded.