Chapter 74
Josephine
Mrs. Crusade: Hey, Cap?
Cap: Yes, wife?
Mrs. Crusade: Can you come up to my room, please?
He knocks and pushes open the door, then mutters “oh shit” and quickly closes it a second later.
“Decker,” I laugh, peeling off Locke and scurrying after him.
I’m wearing my new bra and panties set. It’s deep purple and compliments of the online shopping spree Hunter and I indulged in the day I became Mrs. Decker Crusade. Although calling it underwear is a bit of a stretch, considering the panties are crotchless and the push-up is completely sheer.
Kylian started this. He claimed to not understand the concept of crotchless panties, which I’m now realizing may have just been a ruse to get me to show them off.
There’s nothing I won’t do on that man’s command.
“Hey. Come back!” I call after my husband, who’s already halfway down the hall.
He turns, his cheeks pink. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in on you.”
“Decker,” I scold, planting one hand on my hip. “I asked you to come up here, remember? I want you to join us.”
He freezes, and I swear his breath hitches, too.
“Join you?”
I exhale, ignoring the ache in my clit as I walk toward him. I move slowly so as not to spook him with my eagerness. Because I’m eager. I want this. I want all of them, together. What better way to celebrate our newfound freedom?
I try to even out my breathing. I’ve been driven to the brink by the boys over the last hour, only to be denied a real release. They promised me all the orgasms I could handle if I convinced Decker to join us.
As if I actually needed the motivation.
“You made your choice, Cap.” I circle my arms around his waist and smirk at the way his eyes flit to my ample cleavage as I press my chest into his torso.
“You made your choice. So come be with us. Completely.”
He says nothing, clearly warring with himself. I don’t give him time to overthink it.
Turning on my heel, I grab his hand, then I march back to my bedroom.
I don’t bother closing the door or enticing him further. He doesn’t need to be coddled. If and when he’s ready, he’ll join us.
I’ve learned that trial by fire is the quickest way to teach Decker. So I jump right to it and reignite the flames.
“In or out, Cap,” Kylian commands.
Decker is still lingering at the door, scrubbing a hand down his face, then cracking his neck from side to side. When he rights himself, his eyes are blazing.
“Yeah. Okay. I’m in.”
Squealing, I skip back to the door and take both of his hands.
Pushing up on tiptoes, I ghost my mouth over his and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Just do what feels right and don’t overthink it. I want you, Decker. I want you here with us, completely in the fold.”
He nods, and the briefest hint of relief flashes in his expression. I’m learning he doesn’t do well when he feels like he’s trapped or backed into a corner. He’s more willing to loosen the reins and give up his beloved control when he knows he can snatch it back at any time.
Clearing his throat, he spins me around and hooks one arm over my chest.
All the guys are watching me. Meaning all eyes are on Decker, too.
“So, how does it work?” he asks, flexing his hand open and closed against my throat.
I crane back, seeking more of his touch. Wanting to feel him. Needing him to go all in.
“Sometimes we go for zone coverage,” Kendrick starts. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. “Then other times we play man-to-man.”
“Man-to-woman,” Kylian corrects.
Locke scoffs, rubbing his hands together as he approaches us.
“We take turns. We share. Sometimes we watch. Just do what feels good.” He gives me a more than thorough once-over, his lip caught between his teeth. “Believe me, our girl can handle it. And she always makes us feel good.”
The low flames still burning inside me grow gradually hotter. I have to grip Decker’s forearm with both hands to keep myself upright.
“What are the rules?”I fight back a snort. “There are no rules, Cap.”
But Kylian speaks at the same time.
And his answer is much more thorough.
“She comes first. Literally. Always. Nicky doesn’t take her ass; he’s physically too large. I’m the boss most of the time, unless K wants to be the boss, but only if Jo requests that specific dynamic.”
He stands confidently before us, ticking off each supposed “rule” like it’s straight from a checklist.
“Nicky doesn’t take orders from me, but he does take orders from her. After sex, she has to pee. Even if one of us has to carry her to the bathroom. Peeing is nonnegotiable.”
The room is silent. I glance to Kendrick and Locke to confirm they’re also watching Kylian in awe.
“What?” he questions when he catches us staring. He scrunches up his forehead until his glasses slip down his nose. “Do you want me to keep going?”
Kendrick chuckles, rubbing his jaw. “That was intense, Daddy Genius. Even for you.”
Catching on, Kylian looks around the room. “Wait. You all don’t think there are actual rules to any of this?”
I roll my lips to keep from laughing.
“Or is this one of those neurotypical things where you don’t acknowledge the guidelines, expectations, and structure of a social situation?”
This time, I really can’t help but laugh. He’s probably right. And it’s sweet he wants to get Decker caught up to speed.
Only, I’m tired of rules. Tired of holding back. I’m so tired of not being together. I need to get lost in them all.
Kissing Decker’s forearm, I wiggle out of his grasp and stride to Kylian.
Tipping my chin, I catch my bottom lip between my teeth. “Daddy,” I whisper. “Come play.”
That does it. Heat flares in his piercing blue eyes, and the switch is flipped.
Kylian lets me guide him to the bed and quickly climbs on top. He kisses me hard on the lips, then moves on to my neck.
“Daddy? Really?” Decker questions.
I’m too distracted by the way Kylian laps at the sheer fabric covering my nipple to explain.
Thankfully, K steps up. “Go with it, Cap. She loves it. Watch how good she looks submitting to him.”
“I’ve never seen my wife submit to anyone,” Decker huffs, closer to the bed now.
K chuckles. “You’re in for a treat, brother.”
Kylian bites my breasts through the sheer fabric and sucks my nipples into firm peaks. I press my tits together, making it easier for him to go back and forth and ravish me. Each nip sends a jolt of pleasure to my clit.
“Fuck, yes,” I mewl. “Harder, Daddy.”
He does what I ask, biting and sucking until I squirm.
“I need more,” I whimper.
Kylian sits back on his heels, then pulls me down so I’m perfectly centered in the bed.
“Show me where you want me, baby.”
I spread my legs, revealing everything through my crotchless panties.
Locke grins, gripping Decker by the shoulders as they take another step closer to the bed.
“See how wet she gets for him?” Locke’s voice is low and gravelly. “She’ll make a fucking mess of these sheets by the time he’s done.”
“Fuck,” Decker groans, jaw ticking. “That’s hot.” The words rumble out of him just as Kylian runs his nose through my center and licks me from my opening to my clit.
“Your wife’s a smoke show, Cap.” Kendrick wastes no time joining us on the bed. He lounges against the headboard and pulls me up and back into his arms.
He hitches each of my legs over his, spreading me wider and putting me on full display.
Kylian lays flat on his front, teasing my opening with his tongue.
Kendrick’s big hands find my breasts, massaging and kneading my sensitive nipples.
“Fuck. Yes,” I moan as I grip the sheets.
I close my eyes, leaning back into K, and soak in each sensation.
A new sensation hits me, right on my clit, pulling a gasp from me. Though it’s not unfamiliar, it is unlike anything I’ve experienced when we’re all together.
I open my eyes, eager to discover the cause, and moan at the sight. Nicky is leaning over the bed, licking at my little bundle of nerves from above while Kylian continues to fuck me with his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Kendrick murmurs in my ear. “You’re already tensing in my lap, Mama. They’re going to fucking destroy you.”
The boys work in harmony, licking and flicking, fucking and nipping. They take turns ravishing my hole and my clit, but never focusing on one pleasure point for too long.
When I swear I’m going to scream if someone doesn’t let me fucking come, I feel it.
One thick, blunt finger, gathering up my arousal and massaging around my puckered hole, then pushing into my ass.
“Fuck!” I buck in Kendrick’s arms as a burst of pleasure surges through me. He works a second finger inside and presses into my A-spot just as a clitoral orgasm tears through me, and I fucking detonate.
Waves of pleasure roll through my pelvis, the sensations warm and deep. My pussy pulses, needy, desperate, as it unravels from the double orgasm.
I’m a mess of curses as they work me through it. Writhing. Melting. Transforming right before their eyes.
When my body finally settles and my breathing evens slightly, I look up to find four reverent, heated gazes fixed on me.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” Nicky murmurs, his lips—covered in my essence—on mine.
Kylian pops up next, smirking as he wipes my release from his face.
Kendrick just pulls me closer, arranging me so I’m sitting in his lap as he works his cock over with lube.
Kissing my shoulder, he whispers, “Help him out, Mama. Tell us where you want us.”
“Everywhere,” I reply without hesitation.
Then, looking to my husband, I make my request crystal clear.
“Decker, I want you in my cunt.”
His gaze is heated, determined. He’s got that Big Decker Energy going that I absolutely love.
“Come here,” I demand of him as Locke makes space and Kylian sits up.
I’m still in Kendrick’s lap when my husband drives into my pussy and thrusts all the way home.
“Fuck. Decker,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good.” I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him, as he begins to move.
“Look at me,” he demands, the words gritty but sure.
When we lock eyes, I know it. I feel it in my soul.
He’s in. He’s all the fucking way in.
Finally.
“You said you wanted us to share you, Siren. Put your boys where you want them.”
Fucking finally.
I grin, kiss him hard, and lean forward.
“Lay back and let me ride you so K can fuck my ass. Go all the way to the end of the bed.”
Once we’re in position, I look to Kylian and Nicky. “Can I suck you both at the same time?”
“Fuck yeah,” Locke replies.
Kylian scowls, then opens his mouth in what I assume is an attempt to use words like circumference and elasticity, but I cut him off before he can speak.
“Just let me try, Daddy.”
He snaps his mouth shut and assumes the position beside his friend.
“I love you,” I murmur against Decker’s lips as I sink down on his cock. “I’m so happy I could cry.” It’s the truth. This, all of us, together? I didn’t think I’d ever get to experience it.
“Here it comes, Mama. Breathe.”
I do as he says, melting into Decker and draping my limbs around him, bearing down as Kendrick pushes in.
“Fuck. Ahh, fuck,” Decker grits out.
“Feels good, huh, Cap?”
Kendrick’s words are all smooth swagger.
Wiggling my hips, I blow out another slow breath and give my body a moment to adjust to them both. To my boys. My men. To the people I love. To the family we’ve founded together.
Kendrick starts slow, guiding Decker as they work to find a rhythm.
All those years playing on the football field together make them synchronous as they fuck me between them.
As one ebbs, the other flows. I gush and undulate around them both, arousal trickling out of me as they bring me to the brink of pleasure.
I want to come from them all, though—with them all—because of them all.
I peer up at Kylian, and as if he can read my mind, he pulls Nicky forward so they’re standing at the end of the bed.
“Open,” Kylian demands, offering his cock. I wait until Nicky is beside him and their fat heads are fisted side by side. Then I open my mouth as wide as I can.
I can’t move much or take them deep, but they both fit.
They all fit.
We all fit together, perfectly, messily, and so damn beautifully.
“Fuck her mouth,” Kylian tells Locke, as Kendrick and Decker pick up their pace.
“Holy shit, Hot Girl,” Locke groans, petting my hair as my eyes water. “You look so fucking pretty stuffed full of cocks.”
It’s impossible to see with the way they fill me, but I beam at his praise. My heart lifts and my eyes prick with real tears.
Every movement sends pleasure through me. Every thrust inspires a fresh thrill of sensation. But it’s the rare moments when they all breach my holes and fill me at once that send me into a tailspin.
I clench and moan, unable to warn them as my orgasm builds higher and higher, but they know. They always know.
“Goddamn, you’re a sight to behold. Just like that, Mama. You make us all feel so good,” Kendrick grunts, his hands digging into my cheeks as he spreads my ass wider.
“You were made for us, Hot Girl.”
“You make me better,” Decker murmurs, gripping my hips and rutting up into me from below. “You make all of us better.”
Every admission works its way into my heart, pushes me closer to the edge, but it’s Kylian’s command that finally sends me spiraling.
“Come, Jo. Squeeze and spasm and gush all over our cocks. We’ve got you, baby. We’ve got you.”
The tension is so tight my muscles seize. I’m nothing but sparks, dancing nerves and quivering sensation. I liquefy between them as I cry out, my release rocking through me so completely and thoroughly it leaves no room for doubt.
And as my men come, one at a time, filling me up with their cum, claiming me and marking me as theirs forever, I can’t fight back the tears of joy.
I am here.
This is now.
And in this moment, there’s no place else I’d rather be.