26. Effective
Chapter 26
Effective
CALLIE
S topping right before he reached where I needed him most, Cole moved me to the bed and positioned me on my back. He kneeled between my spread legs while Freddy stretched out next to me. My lust-soaked brain barely had time to catch up before Freddy’s tongue was back in my mouth.
And Cole’s was speared into my pussy.
I moaned into the kiss.
It spurred them both on.
I nearly missed the sound of something dragging against the hardwood floor over the obscenely wet sound of my pussy being devoured and the blood roaring in my ears. I forced my eyes open to see Marco had dragged the chair closer.
Standing beside it, he stripped out of his clothes, exposing the art gallery that covered his skin. He might not have had as much as Freddy, but a vintage tattoo-style switchblade and brass knuckles were inked on his broad chest, with bullets trailing down his abs. My inspection was cut off when he sat.
And winked at me.
The sexiness of the gesture was almost as explicit as the rest of what was happening. My pussy clenched, but it had nothing to squeeze. Cole’s tongue moved up to lick my overly sensitive clit.
I wasn’t empty for long. His finger eased inside me. Going achingly slow, he pressed it in and out a little farther each time as he stretched me. It was uncomfortable, but his mouth distracted me from the pain as he sucked my clit and held it between his teeth so his tongue could rapidly flick.
My back curved off the mattress, and my legs shook, trying to close against the onslaught of pleasure. He used his broad shoulders to hold them spread so he could keep going.
Keep working me.
Keep building the tightness in my core until I was about to shatter.
And then he stopped .
“No!” I cried out with a whimper, my outrage muffled against Freddy’s mouth.
Cole leaned back but swiped his finger up my drenched slit. He lifted it. Not to his own mouth.
To Freddy’s.
Still playing with my breasts, he turned his head to break our kiss and parted his lips before closing them around Cole’s finger. Matching groans rumbled from their chests.
“Stop hoarding,” Marco grumbled roughly, reaching over to gather wetness on his own thick finger to taste. His eyes closed. “So fucking sweet.” That time when he touched me, it was to drag his whole hand across my sex. It glistened when he pulled it away. He didn’t taste it again.
He fisted himself and stroked, using my arousal to coat his cock.
My legs tried to close again, not because of the overwhelming sensations but because of the lack of them.
I was empty.
And it hurt .
“I think our good girl needs more.” Despite Cole’s words, he moved away, taking all the parts of him I needed out of reach.
My frantic gaze darted around. They might not have argued earlier, but it had to be inevitable right then. If nothing else, I figured they would make me choose who I had first. Who I gave my virginity to.
But no one was mad. It wasn’t about to come to a screeching halt.
Marco was content in his chair. His face was its usual blank but not tense or angry. Lounging back with one of his legs stretched out in front of him, he fisted his hard-on. He caught my eye and gave himself a leisurely stroke like he had all the time in the world.
Cole didn’t. He didn’t tell me how or where to move. He impatiently did it for me, lifting me to my knees and shifting us down the bed. “Lie down.”
I thought he was talking to me, and I was about to point out that I had been lying down before he’d moved me. But it was Freddy who settled on his back. His cock looked even more intimidating like that, and it wasn’t just anticipation that flowed through my veins like bubbly champagne.
It was trepidation.
No, it was terror and debilitating doubt.
One of them was bad enough. Would hurt enough. But three massive ones? When I’d never even had an average one before?
I wasn’t sure I could stand the pain.
But I knew I couldn’t stand the pressure that’d settled onto my shoulders. I’d never had sex. I had no clue what I was supposed to do or how I should move or what I was even supposed to say.
And for whatever foolish reason, I’d decided to dive into the shark-infested waters with nothing but those little arm floaties.
Somehow, Cole read my internal freak-out. Lips skimmed up my neck, and a large hand palmed my pussy. “You’re good, baby. You can do this.” His voice was gentle even as he roughly filled me with one finger. Then two. Preparing me. Distracting me. “Do you trust me?”
My nod was immediate.
“Then relax. Let Daddy take care of you.”
Relaxing was not going to happen. Letting him take care of me was doable.
Kind of.
Until he used that hold between my legs to lift me before setting me down to straddle Freddy, and my panic flared anew.
Blue eyes stared up at me, mostly hidden under heavy lids. There was no flirty smile. No accented tease. No romantic names spoken in French.
There was only heat.
A carnal need mirrored in my soul.
It exploded into a wildfire when Cole transferred his hand from my sex to wrap around Freddy’s hard-on.
I gasped as I stared at the contact.
Cole’s own erection jerked against my back as he grunted.
And Freddy jolted, his hips shooting up. His eyes went from barely visible to wide open as his shocked gaze darted from me to the hand around him and back again.
Cole didn’t acknowledge it. He stroked up, leaving a glistening trail of my wetness that’d coated his palm. He swirled his thumb around the precum at the head, dragging that down, too. As he moved, his own hard-on shifted, and he pressed in harder.
Thrusting against my ass.
I tensed—but I didn’t move away.
I couldn’t have if I wanted to. His free hand wrapped around my throat. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not gonna fuck this cute ass. Not now, at least. You need gentle for your first time. He can give you what I can’t.”
“You can’t?” I rasped out, curious what that meant.
He bit the spot where my shoulder met my neck. Hard. Then he sucked even harder, and I knew it would leave a mark. “Not when I’ve been obsessing about this moment since the first time you smiled up at me.” He skimmed his hand to grip my jaw so he could aim my face at the thick, long beast stretched up Marco’s stomach. “And he’s out for obvious reasons. So Freddy gets the honor.”
All three seemed happy with that. And since I didn’t have to choose but was finally going to get some relief, I was happy, too.
Minus the whole petrified-about-doing-everything-wrong part.
But I didn’t have to worry about that, either.
Cole dropped his hand from my throat to grip my hip. His other stayed on Freddy, keeping him in place as he helped situate me.
The pierced head pressed into me. It was barely in, but I already felt like I was being split in two.
“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” Marco praised, his focus zeroed in on the connection.
Freddy’s was, too, his hands clutching the sheet to stop himself from moving. Even still, his hips rocked, inching him in.
Cole released him to grip both of my hips. He controlled my movements, lifting me before lowering more and more each time. Taking the guesswork out of it, he allowed me to focus on how it felt.
How it hurt and burned and stretched beyond what seemed humanly possible.
How it tightened and mixed with pleasure and made me feel so full, I would never feel the lonely emptiness again.
Once I was seated fully, filled to the point of tears, everything paused for a long minute to give me time.
Cole’s palm skimmed up my side to cup and tease my breast. His other dropped between my legs to rub my clit. It went lower still, teasing Freddy and me. “Look at how beautifully full of his cock you are.”
I didn’t need to look. I could feel it. Every hard inch of it.
But that wasn’t enough. He fisted my hair and pushed my head forward so I could see where my body was connected with one man’s while another man touched us. All while being keenly aware that another man watched.
It was vulgar.
Obscene.
So undeniably hot.
My body began to move without me telling it to—and without Cole’s help. I sharply inhaled.
“You ready for more?” Freddy asked.
No.
I can’t take it.
It’s too much.
“Yes,” I whispered, the building tension in my core overriding my common sense.
Spearing his fingers into my hair, he fisted the strands and yanked my head down to his. I cried out at the change of position. He took advantage of the opening and deepened the kiss.
His hips undulated, and he rocked my body to meet his, thrust for intoxicating thrust.
The kiss broke, but our faces stayed close as we breathed heavily. His grunts mixed with my moans.
And Cole’s.
I tilted to watch where he leaned against the headboard next to us, his fist gliding over his length. I checked the other side, but Marco kept his leisurely pace. For a brief second, I worried he wasn’t enjoying himself. That it was fine but nothing worth getting worked up about.
I was wrong. His intense gaze clashed with mine, stealing the breath I barely had to lose.
I wasn’t sure what exactly he thought. What his plan was. But he was clearly getting off on it as much as the rest of us. Or he would’ve if he wasn’t forcing himself to go slow. His bunched muscles and clenched features made that effort clear.
His eyes lowered, then rose again. “Her mouth, Cole.”
Freddy stopped, and the pleasure growing to override the pain stopped, too. Discomfort settled in my full sex and twisted into a contradictory mess of wanting less but needing more.
“Look at me,” Cole ordered. When I gave him my unfocused eyes, I could tell he was fighting to keep his expression blank. To not put pressure on me. I could also easily tell he was failing to hide how excited he was by the idea. “Have you ever had a cock in your mouth, baby?”
I shook my head.
“You think you could take me?”
I shook my head more emphatically, and he gave me the soft smile I was used to.
Who knew there was so much stern Daddy-ness hidden behind that shyness?
He rephrased. “You think you could open wide and let Daddy carefully use your mouth?”
I nodded.
His gaze narrowed. “You can say no.”
“I want to try ,” I admitted, emphasizing the last part so his expectations were realistic.
With the three of them, I wasn’t sure I would say no to much of anything.
“That’s my girl.”
“Hey,” Marco bit out as Freddy asked, “What was that?”
“That’s our girl,” Cole amended.
Our girl.
The words kept going through my head.
Sure, it could be a disaster.
Messy and complicated and an atomic bomb that could go off to explode my entire life.
But right then, I didn’t care.
I’m theirs.
“You ready, baby?” Cole asked, but it was Marco who answered.
“Switch sides. I want to see how well she takes you both.”
Cole shrugged and rounded the bed before climbing up to kneel close.
Earlier, Freddy had offered my kiss to his best friend.
That time, he tightened his hold on my hair until I opened my mouth. Offering it to him in a different way.
And like before, Cole took the sacrifice he was presented. Took me. Gripping the base of his hard-on, he fed it to me.
I didn’t have to figure out how to move. How to take them both at once. How to make it feel good for both of them.
I didn’t have to do anything.
Freddy released my hair to take control of my hips, yanking them down as he thrust up into me.
Cole gently cupped my cheeks as he roughly filled my mouth. He kept my head still as he plunged in far enough to make my eyes water. His thumbs swiped at the tears that spilled free, but he didn’t stop.
Not even for a second.
They moved me how they wanted.
Used me how they needed.
Their speed and force increased until I would’ve collapsed had it not been for their grasp on me. Everything began to blur. Constrict.
Pulse.
“You close?” Freddy gritted through clenched teeth on brutal drives.
I couldn’t answer.
I had my mouth full of another man’s cock.
I nodded.
“Thank. Fuck,” Cole grunted.
The world faded out as stars exploded behind my eyes. Pure bliss entwined with liquid fire to flow through my veins. It lit up every atom of my being until I thought I’d burst like a supernova.
The rhythm they found was gone as they chased their own releases. Cole slowed just long enough to ask, “You want Daddy’s cum all over your face or down your throat?”
I sucked harder, and he took that for the answer it was.
Freddy came first, a string of what I guessed were French curse words mixing with the English ones as his movements turned shallow.
Cole wasn’t far behind, pressing as deep as he could without making me gag. I barely tasted his tanginess because, just as he’d said, it shot down my throat. They both stayed in place for a long minute, catching their breath.
Once my mouth was empty, my deep exhale ended in an oomph as Freddy carefully rolled me to my back before sliding free.
Leaving me a pile of goo.
I didn’t have the chance to breathe. To move. For my brain to think.
The mattress dipped, and I forced my lids open to see Marco looming over me. The residual doubt and confusion that’d been circling me when I’d seen that he wasn’t working to finish disappeared. It wasn’t that he couldn’t come. Or that he wasn’t into what was happening.
With one look into his dark eyes, I knew it was that he didn’t want to come. He was waiting his turn, and it was finally time.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
And that was when I realized I’d fucked up.
We’d fucked up.
Because it wasn’t only my arousal that coated my swollen, tender sex.
“Wait,” I rushed out as I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him from going any deeper.
“You too sore, baby girl?”
That was an understatement. Every inch of my body ached. But a little—or a lot—of pain wouldn’t stop me. Not when I was finally about to have the three of them in a way I never dreamed possible.
It was something far more dire that cut through my lust. “Freddy didn’t use a condom.”
“So?”
I lifted my head to look down my body. “And neither are you.”
“You want to see our test results?” He lifted his chin, and Cole stood from the chair.
It’s his turn to sit and watch?
Ohhh…
Stay focused.
“No, you don’t understand.” I tried to sit up but didn’t get far before Marco pinned my hips to the bed. “I’m not on birth control.”
“Good.”
My jaw dropped, and I whipped my head to look at where Freddy was bringing the other chair over, positioning it next to Cole’s. I expected one of them to have enough sexual education and common sense to see why I was freaking out.
Neither of them seemed concerned.
They were both, however, starting to get hard again.
Are they even human?
I’m not a goddess, but they might be gods.
“We need to be more careful and use protection,” I told Marco.
“No.”
“You can’t just say no.”
“Just did. If you’re too sore, I’ll stay like this while I jack off and come in you. Or if you think you can take it, I’ll fill you with my dick and cum. It’s up to you, baby girl.”
My heart raced in my chest, and I knew I’d lost my mind. That it’d been fucked out of me.
Because regardless of what good judgment screamed I should do, I didn’t push him away. I didn’t demand he wear a condom. And somewhere deep inside, I knew that despite his words, he would’ve put one on if I pressed.
But I didn’t press.
When I opened my mouth, it was to blurt, “I’m not too sore.”
“Then ask Daddy for his cock,” he ordered.
At the shifting from next to us, I peeked over to catch the flashes of surprise on Cole’s and Freddy’s faces.
But I didn’t get the chance to see more than that before Marco grabbed my jaw and forced my focus back to him. “Ask Daddy.”
“Can I please have your cock, Daddy?” I inhaled, bracing.
It wasn’t enough.
His muscles flexed as he entered me slowly.
Ripped me apart deliberately.
Planting himself so deep that I swore I would feel him in my throat if he went any farther, he asked, “Do you need to stop?”
I was exhausted. Throbbing. Reckless in a way I swore I never would be.
But after wanting him for so long, I finally had him.
I had all three of them.
That was why I threatened, “Try, and I’ll kill you.”
He chuckled. Its vibration felt so much better than it sounded.
And it already sounded perfect.
Keeping me pinned to the mattress, he lowered his body to rock against mine as he thrust deeper. He started to take my mouth in a rough kiss—our first kiss—but I turned at the last second.
He froze. “Calliope.”
“Cole just—” I started.
“I know. I was here. I watched. Now give Daddy what he needs.” He slammed into me. “Or you don’t get to come.”
I hurriedly turned my head and closed the distance to kiss him. I might’ve initiated the contact, but he took over. Controlled it and me. All while he used another man’s cum to fuck me with a savage intensity.
Maybe because of everything that’d already happened.
Or that I’d spent so long fantasizing about them, knowing that I’d never have them.
Or because he was skilled on his own in a way that had nothing to do with anything else.
I was going with the last option.
But whatever the reason, my orgasm wasn’t a slow tightening that burst. It was a rapid climb, launching me up a mountain before flinging me over.
Fitting.
With a low, rumbling groan, he found his release. He added so much to the mixture that it filled me and leaked out with every thrust.
It was another problem for future-me. I was too blissed out to care right then.
I’d barely caught my breath before it was stolen again by a hard kiss.
Or kisses.
Because as soon as Marco’s lips moved away, Freddy’s took his spot. Then Cole’s.
I winced as Marco pulled out before stretching on the bed next to me. He gathered me so I was on my side with my head on his chest.
Cole’s body curved around mine, his front to my back. Freddy sandwiched him between us, reaching over Cole to stroke my hair back.
Marco pressed his mouth to my forehead. The gesture was tender.
His words were not.
“If you ever try to deny any of us your mouth, we’ll all come in it and make you hold it on your tongue.” He reissued the earlier threat. “Without letting you come.”
It really sucks that’s so effective because I get the feeling they’ll be overusing it to their advantage.