33. Take More
Chapter 33
Take More
CALLIE
I was going to explode.
Horniness.
Happiness.
Nerves.
I wasn’t sure which would deal the final blow, but a girl could only take so much. And after an entire night of touches, kisses, lap sitting, baking cookies that were only slightly ruined, and charged looks, it was finally time for bed.
Based on the rules, I didn’t think anything would happen that night.
But I looked forward to when it did.
After doing my bedtime stuff, I exited the bathroom to find Cole waiting in bed. My smile was met with one from him, soft and shy.
What tented the blanket was neither of those things.
“Come here,” he said. It wasn’t the usual firmness I got from him now that he was my Daddy, but it didn’t need to be. I was happy to go.
I barely put my knee to the mattress before I was yanked to straddle him. The blanket was tugged away, revealing he was naked underneath. I wanted to see more. Touch more. But his muscles bunched as he leaned up to kiss me. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but he didn’t seem to mind. When someone had those many defined abs, a prolonged crunch must not have been the straining workout it would be to me.
“Breaking rules?” Freddy tsked from the doorway. His brown hair was wet and mussed from his shower, the smell of his body wash filling the space. A pair of comfortable pants hung low on his hips and showed off his tattoos and the deep indent of his pelvic muscles.
They also showed off the hardness they failed to contain.
How did I get so lucky?
I’m just missing the one who’s likely sleeping in his own bed.
I got it. Sleeping in bed with one person was an adjustment. Three others were a tight squeeze for anyone, let alone a mountain of a man. I was still hoping he would come kiss me, but I understood.
At the risk of what I had disappearing in a puff of responsibility, I asked Freddy, “Don’t you have to be up in about five hours to start cooking?”
When he’d shared that he was leaving for Maximo and Juliet’s in the early hours of the morning, I’d been surprised he hadn’t just slept there. In turn, he’d been outraged that I was trying to get rid of him after only one night.
“Sleep is for the single,” he said as he swaggered through the room, all cocky ego that he more than backed up in every way.
Cole sat up, taking me with him. “Where’s… There you are.”
Marco entered after Freddy, moving right for his chair and a shiver went through me.
All my life, I hadn’t wanted attention. I’d done what I could to fly under the radar, even before that attention came from an older man who wanted to put me on a pedestal as a gift from the universe.
As opposed to the three men in the room, who were also older and wanted to put me on a pedestal. But with them, it was only so they could all reach me.
To make me theirs and theirs alone.
I wouldn’t have thought I would like how Marco watched me.
I would’ve been wrong.
All that desire aimed at me was a heady high, but only because it was them. My men.
Unexpectedly, aspects of my old apartment held appeal. I looked to the side as Cole’s mouth landed on my exposed neck to distract me.
“I suddenly see our boss’ point on hickeys.” He gave a moan of approval as he bit the spot he’d already bruised the night before. “From now on, you’ll always have my mark on you.”
“As long as it’s somewhere easily hidden.”
“Fuck that.”
I didn’t have it in me to argue as Freddy moved behind me, his skilled hands quickly undoing the buttons on my top. I licked my lips and forced myself to focus on talking to Marco. “Hey, so remember the mirror above?—”
“Already planning,” he interrupted, leaning back and draping one arm behind him. His other hand went into his sweatpants, but not to pull them down. The tightening of his muscles clued me in that he was slowly stroking himself, but he kept it out of view.
Tormenting me.
A rough grip turned my head, and Cole’s mouth took mine. My pants began sliding down my legs as a pair of lips skimmed up my spine. “Lift your leg, baby.” I did as Freddy ordered, repeating it with the other so he could pull the fabric free.
Cole tore his mouth away just long enough to demand, “Yours, too.”
“I told you that Daddy shit doesn’t work on me,” Freddy said even as he hurriedly stripped.
Mouth working mine, Cole went to his back while keeping us connected until I straddled his torso with my ass in the air. So distracted by his thorough kiss, I nearly jumped from the bed when a tongue licked from my core up before going back down.
Oh.
Ohhh…
My moan was muffled in the kiss as thumbs spread me to lick deeper. To kiss and devour and tease and torment.
I thought it was just me until Cole’s mouth violently ripped from mine so he could roughly curse, “Fuck. Freddy. Fucking hell fuck .”
Putting my hands on his muscular chest, I pushed up enough to peer over my shoulder. I raptly watched as Freddy dipped low, his tongue sliding up Cole’s shaft until he reached my drenched sex to lick there.
Fingers threaded in my hair as Cole yanked me down to kiss me again, the position giving Freddy better access to me.
To us.
Because when Freddy dropped lower to flick his tongue across my clit, Cole grunted into my mouth, and his hips shot up from the bed. With how close our bodies were pressed, I knew each swipe of my clit also ran along the head of his cock.
The anticipation throughout the night.
How good Freddy’s tongue felt.
What he was doing to Cole.
Even the memory of the spanks that I’d hated—but also not really hated.
It came together in a building orgasm that was just out of reach. Hovering at the edge. I tried to rock back, needing more.
Almost…
A little…
No!
I lost everything as I was rolled suddenly to my back.
My internal protests were echoed by Freddy. “I wasn’t done.” He went onto his knees, his fist working his pierced cock. My shiny arousal was smeared across his mouth as his hooded eyes met mine and his menacing smirk promised more wicked agony.
The good kind.
The best kind.
“I’ll get to you in a minute,” Cole rumbled before looking down at where I was spread beneath him. “I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten to feel this pretty little pussy yet. To take what’s ours.”
I clenched around nothing. I was painfully empty. But not for long.
Inch by inch, Cole eased into me. It was still uncomfortable as I stretched to accommodate him, but not as bad as the night before. He felt different from the other two, but just as mind-blowing. Just as perfect.
Just as right .
“You doing okay?” he asked once he was planted fully inside me.
“Perfect, Daddy,” I forced out and was rewarded with a hard thrust.
He looked at Freddy to warn, “Watch it. Once I’m coated in her cum, it’s your turn to take her.” Freddy immediately released his hold, but Cole wasn’t done. “And my turn to take you.”
“ Fuuuuck ,” Freddy groaned, reaching for himself again. Rather than stroking, he pushed the hard-on in a way that seemed like it should’ve hurt but clearly felt good.
“What do you think, baby?” Cole’s hand cuffed my neck and squeezed gently before skimming up to grip my jaw and aim my focus solely at him. “Want to fuck Freddy while Daddy uses your sweet cum to fuck his ass?”
“ Bordel de merde , shut up,” Freddy bit out. Not out of anger but because his control seemed to be slipping. Clutching the sheet, he closed his eyes as he breathed deep.
Cole’s deep, powerful thrusts rocked into me, sending me closer.
“How about all that, and Daddy fucks your face?” Marco added from his spot at the side.
A surge of panic at the idea shot through me. It was followed by a much larger tsunami of pleasure that crashed over me. I wasn’t sure if he meant that I would have the three of them together rather than him waiting, but I wasn’t asking for clarification. I couldn’t if I tried.
His question didn’t finally send me off the edge. It launched me into the abyss, my body tightening and pulsing until I didn’t think it would stop.
Not until my nerve endings blew out one by one like bulbs on a string of Christmas lights.
I might’ve felt like every bit of energy had been drained from my body, but by the time Cole fucked me through one orgasm, another one was already building. Disappointment and excitement warred in me as he followed through with his dirty words.
With a gruff curse, he pulled out, his thick cock twitching and straining like it was protesting his decision. Still kneeling between my spread legs, he reached to the side and gripped Freddy’s hair to yank him closer. His mouth crashed into the other man’s. Unlike earlier, they weren’t hard but controlled kisses. They were unhinged. He used the leverage to force Freddy’s mouth wider as he took and tasted and owned.
It was the culmination of something that’d been building for a long time.
Cole broke the kiss but kept his hold on Freddy’s hair as his forehead pressed to his. “What do you think?” He bit the other man’s bottom lip, sliding his teeth along the swollen skin as he tugged him away and positioned him so his dark blue eyes were aimed at my exposed sex. “Are you ready to have our woman?”
After it’d become clear that something was happening between the four of us but before I’d known how it could work, I’d wondered how there was no jealousy directed at each other. If they’d been ready to throttle a flirtatious delivery driver, how could they be okay with seeing me touched by someone else, regardless of who it was?
At that moment, I knew.
Freddy’s gaze held no disappointment as he lost Cole’s mouth. There was no hesitancy in his immediate nod. He wanted both of us.
We weren’t separate relationships being forced into one. It was Cole and Freddy, but only because it was also me. And Marco.
Four quarters who, for whatever reason, needed one another to be whole.
As soon as Cole released his hold on Freddy’s hair to climb from the bed, Freddy took his spot. He didn’t pause to ask if I was okay or to take it slow. He filled me in one brutal surge, forcing my body up the bed. Wrapping one hand around my shoulder to keep me in place, he tucked his other under my ass to tilt my pelvis up.
To give him more access.
To let him fill me completely until I thought I would be split in two.
His piercing stroked my inner walls and made my lids flutter closed as he withdrew to just the tip. They shot back open when he slammed in again. Over and over. The power in his thrusts would’ve rocked me up the mattress if not for his bruising hold.
It became even more intense when his torso lowered to press tight, gliding against mine. I thought it was his doing until I saw Cole’s large hand splayed between his shoulder blades. He gripped a small bottle in his other.
I couldn’t see what happened as Freddy caught my mouth in a beautifully savage kiss, his hips rocking until he suddenly froze. A low groan rumbled up his chest, vibrating against me. Lips parted, his rapid breaths mixed with my desperate ones.
I needed him to move.
But whatever was happening outside my view seemed to have taken his ability to do anything. His neck arched, the tendons and corded muscle becoming more pronounced. “Fuuuuck.”
“Gimme a minute,” Cole muttered with a sinful chuckle. His dark brown eyes locked with mine, but he spoke to both of us. “Say stop.”
No one said a word.
Freddy’s hips were adjusted, his cock easing partially out of me. Not happy with that, he moved his hand from my ass to grip the underside of my thigh and tilt me for better access in his new position.
Deep.
Holy goddess, he’s in there so deep.
I didn’t think he could get deeper, but I was wrong. Gritting his teeth, he pushed into me as another low growl shuddered up his body.
No.
As he was pushed into me.
I looked over his shoulder to see Cole on his knees behind him. Between my legs. His eyes were squeezed shut as he hung his head back. Bunched shoulders rose and fell with each steadying breath.
When he opened his lids, his wild gaze seared into mine as possessive as a brand. He might not have been the one inside me, but that didn’t mean he didn’t own me.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t also fucking me.
A point he proved by thrusting forward, pushing Freddy into me. Curving his body over us both, he tenderly touched my cheek as he bit the spot where Freddy’s neck met his shoulder. He sucked hard, marking the skin.
Matching it to mine.
“You good, goddess?” he asked, but the man buried deep in me answered.
“We will be once you fuck me.”
Cole ignored him and waited expectantly for an answer. At my nod, he shoved deeper, earning matching moans. “Need a verbal answer, Calliope.”
“Yes. Yes, I’m good, Daddy.”
Cole raised his torso. I thought he was about to pull free, and my legs instinctively wrapped around them both the best I could.
“ Merde .”
“Greedy goddess.”
“Very. Her tight little pussy is strangling my dick and pulling it in, and I’m not gonna be able to hold out much longer. So. Fuck. Me,” Freddy bit out again through gritted teeth.
“No.” At Cole’s answer, I nearly wept. Freddy looked ready to throw a punch. But then he continued. “Do it yourself. Fuck our girl while you fuck yourself with my cock.”
Freddy didn’t need to be told twice. He began moving. Each powerful surge filled me to bursting. Each withdrawal slid Cole deeper into him. An onslaught of sensation and pain and pleasure until his fingers shook and a thin layer of sweat beaded across his brow.
Cole’s cool dominance was slipping. His throaty voice didn’t even sound like him as he growled, “Any time now.”
So close, I was in a daze of everything I felt. Everything that was happening. I barely paid attention to his words until Marco came to kneel by my head. “Ready for Daddy to fuck your face?”
Blissed out, I nodded even though I very much was not .
“Hit my thigh if you need to stop.” He squeezed my cheeks. “Open wide.”
I could only open so wide, and the girthy width of his hardness exceeded that. My jaw instantly ached, my lips pulled tight from being stretched to accommodate him. He pushed my limits further than Cole had, getting me right to the edge of too much before easing back so I could get a tiny breath. Tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks, but that didn’t deter him.
If anything, he liked it.
“Take more, baby girl. Breathe through your nose. Fuck, there we go.”
I didn’t have to move.
Didn’t have to think.
He did as he promised and fucked my face.
While Freddy fucked my pussy.
And Cole fucked Freddy.
Oh hell.
“Harder,” Cole ordered like he knew I was close. Or maybe he was. Braced, he stayed still as he made Freddy take what he wanted—what he needed —from both of us.
Everything blurred. My mind blanked. There was nothing but sensation and pleasure and being full as I came.
That was all they were waiting for. Cole began moving, the strength in his deranged thrusts pressing Freddy into me. Drawing out my orgasm until it bordered on painful, and then dragging me past until I wasn’t sure where the line was. He threw his head back with a roar, and I knew he must’ve been coming. Freddy’s own pleasure filled me, spilling out with each forced plunge as he growled my name and Cole’s.
An interchangeable prayer.
Marco pulled free of my mouth. I thought he was going to use Freddy’s cum to fuck me again. I wasn’t sure I could take it. I was certain I would try. But rather than finishing down my throat or in my pussy, he aimed himself at my face and paused, giving me time to turn or protest.
I didn’t. I stayed facing him, looking up into his dark eyes.
I startled as the first bit shot out to hit my mouth and cheek. He moved so the rest landed on my chest, narrowly avoiding Freddy.
Sated and completely empty, we all collapsed in a heap.
I was a mess. A pathetic, sticky, sopping wet and dripping mess.
It wasn’t enough for Marco. Using a finger, he gathered his release and pushed it inside me with Freddy’s.
Gathering all the panic I could muster—which, honestly, wasn’t a lot—my alarmed gaze shot to Cole.
He scanned my face. “It’s okay, goddess.”
I thought he was going to tell me that they would use protection next time. Or that we would talk to Dr. Pierce about birth control. Or at least something in the realm of responsibility.
I was wrong.
He gave me a lazy, content smile. “I’ll come in your pretty pussy next time, too.”
That shouldn’t have made me feel better.
Yet, for whatever reason, it very much did.
Future-me is so screwed.
Literally.