Chapter 37: Burrito
The last thing I remember in the truck is leaning against Leo in the car and listening to Jax and River argue about whether a hot dog counted as a sandwich. I vaguely remember contributing something deeply intelligent about hot dogs being a state of mind before sleep dragged me under.
When I surface again, everything’s warm. Strong arms are carrying me. The familiar scent of cedar and expensive aftershave surrounds me. My cheek is pressed against a broad chest rising and falling beneath my ear. For several blissful seconds I don’t bother opening my eyes. I simply burrow closer, chasing comfort the way a cat chases sunlight.
Somewhere nearby, somebody chuckles. Another hand brushes through my hair. Lips touch the top of my head. Then another kiss follows from a different direction, and then another. If I weren’t half asleep, I might investigate why I appear to be getting passed around like a squishy football.
Instead I make a pleased noise and snuggle deeper into Corrian who’s carrying me. Corrian’s chest vibrates beneath my cheek in what might be a laugh. The front door opens. Warm air spills over us.
Home.
I crack one eye open as we move through the house. Whatever ridiculous candle Leo keeps buying that makes the entire place smell vaguely like a woodland deity lives here. Jax appears beside us, practically bouncing as he walks backwards down the hallway. He looks like a Labrador who has been entrusted with a very important mission. His grin is enormous. His hair is a disaster. His excitement radiates from him in visible waves.
"Wait till you see it."
"See what?" I mumble.
"The thing."
Corrian sighs. "Jax."
"I’m building suspense."
By the time we reach my room, even I’m curious.
Jax practically launches himself through the doorway and throws both arms wide, unveiling a luxury holiday destination. My eyes widen despite the past few days, the nest is back. Bigger than before. Much bigger. Pillows are piled everywhere, blankets have been layered until the entire bed resembles an absurdly comfortable bird sanctuary. Clothes are woven throughout it. Flannels. Hoodies. Shirts. Things that very obviously belong to them. Things carrying their scents.
The sight hits me somewhere low in my chest, the vulnerable and frighteningly soft part. Corrian lowers me carefully into the middle of it. The mattress of blankets sinks around me, warmth surrounds from all directions. I inhale. Every scent I spent days trying not to miss engulfs me at once.
Jax beams, Corrian bends and tucks the blanket up under my chin, his big hand smoothing it over my chest. He presses a kiss to my forehead before straightening. The gesture is so gentle. Jax fusses with blankets, tucking them around me with ridiculous concentration.
"There," he says proudly. "Perfect."
"You’ve made me into a burrito."
"The safest human form."
Corrian chuckles, taking a step back. "We’ll leave you to sleep."
Jax nods. "We’re just down the hall having a sleepover."
I narrow my eyes. "A sleepover."
"The manliest, sexiest sleepover in history."
"Right."
"If you need us, shout."
The room feels too large. It’s stupid, they’re only going a few doors down. Yet my insides twist uncomfortably all the same. Maybe it’s exhaustion. Maybe it’s everything that’s happened. Maybe it’s the memory of waking up alone over the last few days. Whatever it is, it makes my throat tighten unexpectedly.
"Don’t go." The words come out as a whisper.
Both men pause.
Corrian’s expression softens. "We’ll talk tomorrow, sweetheart."
"I’m not tired." The lie is so obvious even I don’t believe it.
"You fell asleep in the car."
"I just..." I clutch a handful of blanket. "Can I watch?"
Jax releases a little moan and looks at Corrian, who is slowly shaking his head.
"Rest is so important, you’ve been through a lot."
My voice comes out so small and needy heat floods my cheeks, but I don’t stop. "I bet it’s so hot. I want to see."
I watch their pupils dilate, a slow smirk curving Corrians mouth. "You can have anything you want, baby girl." He cups my face with one huge palm. "You want to watch me fuck Jax? Want to see how pretty he looks taking every inch of my cock?"
I nod fast, already squirming under the blanket. "Yes. Please."
He chuckles low, kisses my forehead again. "Then you watch, princess. If you get too worked up, you can touch yourself. Jax won’t mind an audience, will you, pup?"
Jax’s cheeks are already flushed. He shakes his head, voice rough. "No, Daddy. I’d love our girl to watch."
Corrian strips his shirt off, revealing thick muscle and dark hair across his chest, and drops his trousers and boxers. His cock is already half-hard, thick and heavy between his thighs, knot filled with blood.
He points to the floor. "On your knees, Jax. Get me ready while our princess watches."
Jax slides down the bed and drops, knees hitting the rug. He wraps both hands around Corrian’s cock and leans in, licking a slow stripe from knot to tip. His tongue swirls around the head, collecting the first bead of pre-cum before he opens wide and sinks down. Corrian’s hand settles on the back of his head, guiding him gently but firmly.
"That’s it, get it nice and wet. Our girl wants to see you choke on it." Corrian’s voice stays calm, the kind that makes my pussy clench. "Breathe through your nose. Take a little more."
Jax’s throat works around the thick shaft. Spit runs down his chin, his eyes water but he keeps going, cheeks hollowing as he sucks.
Corrian strokes his hair, praising him the whole time. "Such a good pup. Look at you, getting my cock sloppy for Frankie. She’s watching every second."
I can’t help it. My hand slips under the blanket and between my legs. I’m already soaked. Two fingers slide through my folds and I start rubbing slow circles over my clit while I watch Jax gag and drool. Wet sounds fill the room.
Corrian glances over, catches me touching myself, and his smile turns filthy.
"Keep going, princess. Finger that pretty pussy while you watch. Tell Jax how it feels."
"It feels... so good," I whisper, voice shaky. "I’m so wet."
Corrian nods, still petting Jax’s hair. "Good girl. Jax, stand up. Hands on the bed, ass out."
Jax obeys, bending over the edge of the mattress right beside me, dropping his own trousers at the same time. His cock hangs heavy and leaking between his legs. Corrian steps behind him, one hand spreading Jax’s cheeks while the other grips a bottle of lube he’s magicked from somewhere. He angles them toward me so I can see every move, pours a generous amount over Jax’s hole and starts working it in with two thick fingers, scissoring slowly.
"Relax for me, pup. Let Daddy open you up nice and slow. Our princess is right there, wants to watch every inch go in." Corrian’s fingers pump steadily, twisting, stretching. Jax moans, forehead pressed to the mattress, hips rocking back onto the digits. "That’s it. Take them. You’re doing so well."
I push two fingers inside myself, matching the rhythm. My other hand rubs my clit faster. Jax pulls the blanket down to my waist, I’ve pushed my top up so my tits are exposed, nipples tight. They both take me in, eyes glassy.
"Fuck, Frankie... you look so hot touching yourself."
Corrian lands a light slap on Jax’s ass. "Eyes on the bed unless I say otherwise. Focus on taking my cock." He lines up, the fat head pressing against Jax’s stretched hole. "Breathe, pup. Push back for me."
Jax exhales shakily as Corrian sinks in, inch by thick inch. His rim stretches wide around the girth, the muscle fluttering.
Corrian groans low, one hand gripping Jax’s hip while the other strokes soothing circles on his lower back. "Good boy, taking every bit. Your greedy hole looks glorious swallowing my cock."
He bottoms out with a slow grind, balls and knot pressed tight against Jax.
Jax’s mouth falls open, a broken sound escaping. Corrian stays still for a moment, letting him adjust, then starts to move. Long, deep thrusts that make Jax’s whole body rock forward. Each time Corrian pulls back, his cock glistens with lube. Each time he drives in, Jax moans louder.
"Talk to me, princess," Corrian says without missing a beat. "Tell me how it looks."
"Ssssoooo hot," I breathe, three fingers now pumping into my dripping hole. "His hole is stretched so wide. I can see it gripping every time you pull out."
Corrian rewards Jax with a deeper thrust. "Hear that, pup? Our girl thinks you look beautiful getting fucked. You like showing off for her?"
"Yes, yes," Jax gasps. "Want her to see everything."
Corrian reaches around and wraps a hand around Jax’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "That’s my boy. I’m going to fill this ass while Frankie cums all over her fingers."
The pace picks up. Corrian’s hips snap harder, skin slapping skin. Jax’s cock leaks steadily onto the sheets. I’m close, thighs shaking, breath coming in short pants. Corrian looks over at me, eyes dark.
"Cum for us, princess. Cum while you watch me breed this hole."
I cry out, fingers buried deep as my orgasm crashes through me. My pussy clenches around nothing, juices soaking my hand and the sheets. Jax moans at the sight, his own cock twitching in Corrian’s fist.
Corrian doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking Jax through my orgasm, praising both of us the whole time. "That’s it, baby girl. Such a good little voyeur. Jax, you next. Cum on Daddy’s cock while she watches."
Jax’s whole body tenses, his rim flutters around Corrian’s thick shaft as he spills, ropes of cum painting the side of the bed and dripping down his thighs.
Corrian growls, buries himself to the hilt, and pulses deep inside Jax, filling him with his thick, hot load. I can see it pulsing around the base, cum already starting to leak out around Corrian’s cock.
Corrian stays inside him for a long moment, stroking Jax’s back and murmuring soft praise. Then he slowly pulls out, a thick strand of cum following. He turns to me, cock still hard and shiny.
"Want a taste, princess? Or should I tuck you back in now that you’ve seen how good Jax takes it?"
I’m still catching my breath, fingers slick between my legs, heart pounding.
I couldn’t stop my nod if I tried.
