The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 66

Erica’s POV

I wrap my arms around Chris’s neck and pull in him for another k**s. This time it is my turn to tease him. I run my tongue along his bottom l*p and he opens his mouth eagerly. I slowly let my tongue slip into his mouth and massage his with my own gently. Chris wraps his hand in my hair and tilts my head backwards. His tongue begins to fight against mine, both of us wanting to be in charge.

My fingers fumble with the edges of his t-shirt as I try to lift it over his head. We break away from the k**s just fast enough for me to slide his shirt over his head. As soon as his shirt is off, I press my bare chest against his own.

Pushing his back against the wall beside the futon, I straddle his lap. I can feel his e******n pressing against his jeans. I grind myself up against his length and he closes his eyes and m***s deeply into my mouth.

I pull away from the k**s and I bat my eyelashes at Chris. “These jeans can’t be comfortable.”

Chris only grunts in response as I continue to grind myself against his hard c**k.

Slowly I slide off his lap and settle myself on the floor between his legs. Propping myself up on my knees I slowly undo the buttons of his jeans. I slide my hand into his boxers and stroke his length with my hand. Grabbing the waistband of his pants and his boxers I begin to pull them down slowly.

Chris places his hands on top of mine, helping me guide his pants down over his h**s. Moving out of the way, he kicks his pants off and tosses them to the side. I crawl up Chris’s body and rub his c**k in between my breasts. I brace my hands on his thighs and slowly run my breasts all over him.

He g****s out in pleasure and I can feel my n*****s harden against his skin.

“f**k, Erica,” he g****s. “Your breasts are f*****g perfect.”

“What about my mouth?” I say just before I run my tongue over the tip of his c**k.

His h**s buck wildly as my tongue runs over his c**k once again. I run my tongue from the base of his length to the tip several times before taking him in my mouth. Once again his h*p bucks off the futon and he slams himself into the back of my throat.

I gag a little but I try to keep up the pace that I know he is looking for. Chris tangles his hands on the back of my head and guides me up and down quickly. I brace my hands on his thighs keeping him from going too deep. I can feel his c**k begin to twitch inside my mouth and I know that he is getting close to finding his release.

I grab the base of his c**k and stroke it with the same rhythm and vigor that he is pressing his c**k into my mouth.

“Erica,” he m***s in warning.

I gaze up at him through my lashes and nod my head slightly, letting him know that I am ready for what comes next. Chris stiffens beneath me but I continue the pace on his d**k. After I thrust myself down on his c**k one last time, I feel his hot seed coating the back of my throat. Greedily I swallow everything and I lick him clean.

“f**k, Erica,” Chris g****s out as he lifts my head off of his c**k. “You are f*****g perfect.”

Chris raises me to my feet and he rips my sweats off of my body. Then he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me towards his mouth. He settles his back on the bed and holds my p***y in place over his lips. His tongue flicks out and swirls around my clit. He dives his tongue into my core and I call out his name.

I find myself grinding myself on his face. Chris digs his fingers into my a*s cheeks trying to hold me into place but I keep bucking my h**s every time his tongue flicks against my clit.

His movements are slow and calculated. Much different from how he was the first night that we were together. He dips his tongue into my core again before his hand runs along my slit. My juices coat his fingers and I can feel him sliding his fingers up towards my a*s.

His finger presses gently against my puckered a*s and I try to remember to relax, but my body is too tense. I am climbing close to my release as his tongue swirls around my clit. His finger presses inside me and it instantly pushes me over the edge. I begin to grind my face against his tongue faster and faster. Chris pumps his finger in and out of my a*s faster and faster.

I scream out his name as I find my o****m. I can feel my juices running down my thighs and coating Chris’s face. I move against his tongue until my body stops shaking.

Chris pulls me off of his face and I collapse against his side and my eyes grow heavy. He wipes my hair out of my face and he places a little k**s on my nose.

“Are you tired, Little Fox?” His voice is low and husky.

“Mhm,” I mumble as I curl up against him.

“I guess I can let you take a nap before round two,” he says with a smirk on his face.

“Round two?” I yawn.

“You didn’t think that I was letting you off that easily. Did you?” Chris chuckles as he tucks my banket around me.

I yawn loudly again and snuggle into his chest, smelling his hot chocolate and peppermint scent. “I haven’t slept well in two weeks,” I tell him.

“That’s what you get for running away,” he says with a hint of humor in his voice.

I let out a scoff. “You ran away first.”

Suddenly, I am pinned below Chris and he has placed himself between my legs. “Let me make that up to you.”