Chapter 28
Lucy
For men known for getting what they want, the three of them go incredibly still at my declaration. I expect a frenzy, something like the fight that just happened, for all of them to jump on me at once—and honestly, I was kind of hoping for that.
Instead, each of the men looks stunned, like they can’t believe what I’ve just said. For a fraction of a second, I wonder if I read the room wrong, if they aren’t willing to participate together.
But I don’t doubt myself. At this point, I’ve gone so far past the normal threshold of reality that I’m not going to linger, not going to open the door and quickly walk back through it. I’m going to move forward.
I know what I want. And I think they know what they want, too. They’re just waiting for permission.
Heart thudding loudly in my chest, I turn and swing my leg over Cole, depositing myself in his lap. He blinks up at me with surprised eyes. I take Nico’s hand in mine, and as I lean down bringing my mouth to Cole’s, I place Nico’s palm on my breast.
“Oh,” Nico says, before everything seems to click into place for them.
Behind me, I make out the sound of Nico moving. I kiss Cole desperately, gasping into his mouth, rocking against his stiffening cock. It presses against the thin fabric of my pajama shorts, straining to get to me, and it makes my pulse flutter.
“Not on the floor,” Dane says, and with that, he’s leaning down and scooping me up, Nico’s hand falling away as I’m lifted into the air.
The other two men make noises of disapproval as I’m whisked off, but a giggle escapes me at being transported like this, moving through the room, the thud of Dane’s steps under me.
By the time he’s lowering me down onto the bed, Nico and Cole are with us, and the three of them stand around the bed, staring down at me like lions who’ve captured a gazelle and are ready to feast.
And maybe it means I’m completely messed up, but the thought of that turns me on.
“You should be in charge,” Dane says, with a frayed edge to his voice. Those dark eyes cut into me, burning. “Lucy, because you’re…” He can’t call me a virgin, not anymore, but I know that’s what he means. “You call the shots.”
I want their hands and mouths on me. I want them to live out their dirtiest fantasies with my body. I want to be used, appreciated, and adored. I want to feel as breathless as I did riding Dane on the plane and as beautiful as I did on Nico’s face.
So I sit up and strip off my pajama top. Then, my shorts come off. I kick them to the end of the bed. My heart thuds hard and heavy everywhere in my body—my wrists, my throat, down the length of my spine.
The problem with confidence is that you can’t think about the ways something could go wrong. I can’t think about the fact that if I strip myself down and invite them to touch me, they might say no.
Instead of thinking about that, I look at their faces, pupils wide, expressions slack. Their bodies seem to vibrate with tension, with wanting that’s as palpable in the air as the sweet scent of the island plants outside the windows.
“I—I want Nico,” I say, swallowing, trying to harness Confident Lucy with everything I’ve got. I feel lightheaded, like I could float right out of my body at any moment. I can’t stop thinking about the day I rode Nico’s face, how good he was with his mouth, and that’s what I want now.
“Fuck, yes,” Nico growls, stripping off his robe and dropping it to the floor. Fully naked with his thick cock bobbing, he strides forward, parts my thighs, and kneels on the bed, lowering his mouth to me.
The gasp I let out seems to drive the other guys forward.
Dane comes to one side of my body, and Cole on the other.
As though working with the same mind, they lower their mouths to my breasts at the same time, though I can feel the difference between the two.
Cole is all sucking and tongue, while Dane goes harder, his teeth scraping over the sensitive peak of my nipple.
Around me, the world turns into a plasma globe, the kind that you see at science museums, where you can touch your finger to the glass and the electricity strikes there, like a tiny blue lightning. Except it’s backward, and I’m the glass, and the guys are the fingers.
Cole reaches down and hooks his free hand around my thigh, pulling it back and opening it up for Nico, who growls and pushes deeper, alternating between sucking my clit into his mouth and working at it with the flat of his tongue.
I cry out, and Dane copies Cole, hooking his hand around my knee, holding my legs open.
It’s a little thing, but it feels impossibly good. Like the fantasy of having a hand over your mouth, or your hands held above your head. A little power taken from you can make the pleasure rise to the surface, I realize.
Dane and Cole lavish me with kisses and touches while Nico slips his tongue into my opening, pushing in as far as he can with it.
I moan and gasp and cry out. Nico slides two fingers into me and curls them.
Like a puppet, my body copies the movement, and the arching of my back nearly knocks Dane and Cole away from me.
They release my thighs, and I realize, a moment later, why. Their hands are around their cocks, which they pump and thrust against my hips, and I feel like when I was a kid, and I’d spin around on a chair, standing up only to find the world still moving.
Vertigo. Being with them feels like stepping off the roller coaster, finding the ground a little different under your feet. It’s a deluge of pleasure, the sense that each of them just wants to watch me come undone.
As Nico continues lapping at me, fucking me with his fingers, Dane wraps his other hand in my hair and tugs my head closer to him, so he can whisper, what a good girl, and spread those legs, sweetheart, and you’re going to look so pretty with my cock inside you again.
And when my orgasm comes, it’s in slow, languid waves, starting where Dane tugs on my hair, traveling down to Cole’s cock against my hip, and ending where Nico’s fingers thrust inside me.
Dane and Cole come, spilling cum over my hips and belly, gasping and shuddering, their bodies curling in the way mine is unraveling, sending me arching the other way. Nico grabs his cock and comes almost immediately.
As I writhe under them, feeling more pleasure than I have in my entire life, sucked under the endless waves of my orgasm, I’m struck with the feeling that this is the start of something, an open door into a room that I can’t wait to explore.
And as I come down, the men spent and breathing hard around me, I can’t stop myself from wondering what comes next.