Chapter 81 #2
He just raised an eyebrow and said, “Told you I remembered your favorite.”
Now we’re camped out on the couch like heathens with a movie playing that none of us are actually watching.
My feet are in Cade’s lap. Lex is behind me, sprawled out, one arm draped over the back cushion the other around my waist. His fingers drift lazily across my shoulder, tracing invisible lines.
I melt into the touch, eyes fluttering closed.
“You full, baby?” Lex murmurs, voice low against my neck.
“Stuffed,” I whisper, barely able to breathe.
He chuckles. “Not yet, you’re not.”
I feel Cade tense a little beside me with anticipation as Lex’s hand slides down skimming my collarbone, then lower, slipping beneath the edge of the hoodie. His palm brushes the curve of my waist and I lean back into him like muscle memory. He presses a kiss just below my ear.
Cade watches us, silent but hungry, his fingers tightening on my ankle like he’s holding back. I reach for him and that’s all it takes.
Lex grips my hips, pulling me further onto his lap as Cade leans in from the front. They kiss me in turns slow, deep, hungry. Cade shifts beside me. His fingers curling around the hem of Lex’s hoodie, my hoodie now, and lifts it slow. Inch by inch. My bare skin catching the light.
Nothing underneath.
Lex sees it and groans like I just knocked the wind out of him. His hands are on me instantly, sliding over my ribs, up my back, his mouth following in hot, open kisses.
“God, malyshka,” he breathes against my spine, every word vibrating against me. “I need you so fucking bad right now.”
I tilt my neck, offering it to him like a dare. “Then what are you waiting for, King?”
He growls—actually fucking growls—and scoops me into his arms. Cade’s already up, following with that quiet intensity in his hazel eyes. The kind that makes my whole body hum.
Lex sets me down at the edge of the bed, his hands lingering as he pulls back just long enough to strip off his shirt. Cade does the same. I slide back across the bed, propped up on my elbows, letting them look at me. Letting them want me.
Lex climbs onto the bed from one side, Cade from the other.
Two sets of hands, two sets of fingers trailing all over my body leaving hundreds of goosebumps in their wakes.
Two mouths kissing up my legs, my hips, my stomach like I’m something holy.
Like they’ve been fasting for months and I’m their first taste.
Cade presses a kiss just beneath my belly button, then another, slower.
My breath hitches. Cade’s fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts and drag them down, his lips trailing after them in slow, reverent kisses down my thighs.
My head falls back against the pillow as Lex takes my hand, lacing our fingers together and placing a small kiss on the writing on my wrist.
The silk sheets kiss against my skin like cool water, every inch a reminder that I’m bare, open, theirs.
Cade’s hands slide up my thighs. His mouth is heat and heaven, tongue flicking, licking, and sucking.
He groans like the taste of me is the only thing keeping him alive.
He sucks in my clit, gently, slowly, and bites—just enough to make me cry out in ecstasy.
“Cade!”
Lex takes my chin, turning my face toward him, the scent of dark spice and leather hitting me all at once. His eyes blaze into mine, not just looking, but claiming as he kisses me. Tongue, teeth, everything I’ve been aching for.
Cade’s hand slides between my thighs, two fingers slipping deep inside me with practiced ease. I groan into Lex’s mouth, my body arching like it’s chasing lightning. He pulls back just enough, icy-blues locked on mine.
“That’s right, malyshka, Let it out.”
Cade’s fingers move slow and deep, every curl hitting just right, while his tongue circles my clit with the kind of pressure that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
My breath stutters. My body trembles as I grind down against his mouth, chasing every flick, every stroke, every wave of heat he’s building in me—like he knows exactly how to unmake me piece by piece.
“Ah, Cade! Oh!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me. Lex eats the sound with another kiss.
“God, malyshka,” he whispers, thumb brushing my cheek as I come down from the high. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart. I’ll never get tired of watching you come all over our man’s mouth.”
Cade rises between my legs, hazel eyes full of fire and reverence, his skin glowing in the soft lamplight. He stands up and slowly removes his shorts revealing his already hard and throbbing cock. He reaches out for my hands, pulls me up chest to chest and wraps his arms around my waist.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispers as he kisses me on my forehead.
“I love you, too.”
“Lex, babe, lay down.” Cade orders.
Lex obeys, grinning from ear to ear.
“Sweetheart, it’s your turn,” he says to me with a smirk as he turns me around so I’m facing Lex sprawled out on the bed in front of us.
I don’t say a word. Just pop the button of his shorts and tug the fabric down, slow and teasing.
He lifts his hips to help, eyes on me like I’m the only thing keeping him breathing.
My hand wraps around his thick velvety length and he lets out a sound—half moan, half curse—his hands fisting the sheets.
“Fuck, malyshka,” he groans, head falling back against the pillow.
His hips twitch into my palm, his breath stuttering as I stroke him in long, smooth passes. A rhythm that’s more torture than relief. He’s watching me now, eyes dark and hungry, hand sliding into my hair like he needs something to hold on to.
“You trying to kill me?” he rasps, voice wrecked.
“Not yet,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss just beneath his hip bone, lips grazing sensitive skin.
His abs tighten. He moans again, louder this time, and I swear the sound alone makes my thighs press together. Every ounce of control he usually holds so tight is slipping, melting into the heat between us.
“I missed your hands, missed you.”
I glance up at him through my lashes, lips brushing his skin, hand still stroking. “Baby, then don’t look away.”
The scent of him fills my lungs leather, spice, and something darker, something that’s only his. My lips part and he groans, deep and guttural, one hand fisting the sheet, while the other tangles in my hair.
“Fuck, malyshka… look at you,” he moans. “So good for me. Always so goddamn good.”
His voice is pure wreckage—smoke, rust, and want. Each word slamming low in my stomach. I take him in deep, his back arching as I pump his cock in and out. I pick up my pace and his grip on my hair gets tighter.
“Malyshka, oh fuck.”
I feel Cade behind me, teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock. I let out a moan around Lex when Cade thrusts into me from behind. Stretching me inch by inch until I’m completely full.
He moves with long, sensual thrusts. His hips rolling in a rhythm that’s more art than urgency. Every inch of me claimed, every gasp drawn out like music only they know how to play.
Cade’s fingers slide between us, finding my clit with ruthless precision. He rubs slow, punishing circles that sync with every motion of his hips, the rhythm steady and maddening.
I cry out against Lex, the sound muffled by the weight of him on my tongue.
Still, I don’t stop. I suck harder, deeper, my mouth greedy for every groan he gives me. My hand claws up Lex’s chest, nails dragging across his skin desperate and wild. The pressure behind me is building fast, white-hot and unstoppable.
“Fuck, malyshka,” Lex growls. “You two… oh my God.”
I’m so close. Overwhelmed, stretched, consumed, and completely filled by the loves of my life. Cade’s hands grip my hips and his pace picks up behind me, deeper, harder, his breath hot against my back. I can feel him throb inside me, every inch pulsing with need. He’s close.
“God, sweetheart,” Cade rasps, voice thick with need, “I’m gonna come.”
His grip tightens on my hips, grounding himself, anchoring us both to the edge of something neither of us wants to come down from. Every thrust drives deeper, faster, like he’s memorizing the shape of me from the inside out.
I gasp, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other still pressed to Lex’s chest, nails digging into muscle as Cade’s other hand finds my clit again, circling just right.
“Cade,” I breathe, still muffled from Lex’s cock down my throat. The pressure coils tight in my spine, heat crashing like a wave behind my ribs.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, lips brushing my shoulder. “Come with me, sweetheart.”
And I do. My breath stolen, everything unraveling inside me. Cade groans behind me, low and broken, his rhythm faltering as he follows me over the edge, hips stuttering, body flush against mine.
Lex looks down, his fingers still in my hair, voice dark and reverent. “Fucking art, the both of you. But you’re not done yet malyshka, get the fuck up here and sit down.”
I release Lex’s cock slowly, dragging my tongue along the length as I pull back, teasing him with one last lick from base to tip. Then I rise and straddle his hips. I hover just above him, not sinking down. Not yet.
His eyes flare. “Malyshka, what are you doing?”
I drag the head of his cock toward my pussy, teasing, grinning. “Just taking you in. Little by little.”
“Sit the fuck down, malyshka,” he growls, voice already wrecked.
I tilt my head, all fake innocence. “You remember that one time you edged me, like, a million times until I apologized for something that wasn’t even my fault to begin with, baby?”
Behind us, Cade huffs a laugh. “Oh shit.”
Lex’s jaw ticks. “Malyshka, do not play with me right now. Sit. Down.”
“No,” I purr, biting my lip as I rock my hips just enough to make him twitch, only taking the head of his cock inside me. “I don’t think I—”
“Bella,” he cuts me off. “Shut the fuck up and sit down, right now.”
Lex’s hands fist the sheets, his icy eyes dark and desperate.
I shake my head.