24. Sofia
24
SOFIA
F uck. I’m late.
I’m late. I’m late. I’m late.
And I’m running for Cedric’s office. Literally running. I don’t run. Not unless it’s a life or death situation.
But Noah had a messy morning. An emotional one. It’s not normal, which made it all the messier. My poor boy. He’s not sure what to do with all of his big emotions sometimes.
We had gotten a special treat earlier in the week that went bad before he could finish it, and he let loose those crocodile tears. I break when I see him cry like that.
It took us both a while to calm down.
Now, it’s ten after nine, and I am late. I’m puffing out of breath when I slide in front of Cedric’s closed door.
Weird. He usually leaves it open unless he’s in a meeting.
I suck in a few more breaths to try and even it out before I knock tentatively.
“Come in.” His voice is soft and muffled as he calls me inside.
Opening the door sends me into a bit of a tailspin, already fragile from my morning.
Brax and Orion are standing around Cedric’s desk, and the look all three of them are giving me has me closing the door behind me and leaning back against it to brace myself.
“What’s going on?”
I just decided yesterday that I needed to talk to all three of them about Dr. Squires’ confrontation and Leann’s outburst. Orion knows the basics since he walked in on the tail end of both, but I didn’t prepare for this enough.
And now that I’m faced with it, I’m freezing.
Slowly, I meet each one of their gazes in the silence that spreads. Heat pumps deeper into me as they look at me.
Cedric already knew, mostly, about the other two based on the rough cut videos I submit every week. I leave traces of them in there.
But it’s obvious that they are all aware of each other now. Of what I’ve been doing with each of them. Of how very selfish I’ve been.
When Jordan and I talked about keeping them to myself so that I didn’t push any of them away, I’m not sure this situation came to either of our minds as a possibility.
Cedric leans back in his chair, hands bridged together in front of him. “Gentlemen. Take a seat.”
They do, taking the two empty seats across from his desk as Cedric watches me. His gaze is a solid touch along my body as I try not to shake. From anticipation or fear, I’m not really sure.
His head tilts to the side as he examines me. This is the version of him I experienced that first night at his house. Not that he hasn’t been intense and dominant since, but maybe I’ve grown used to it.
“Come here, Sofia.” He pushes his chair back and gestures to the spot between him and his desk.
Our gazes are locked, and he’s challenging me to own up to my own choices. I push off the door and walk slowly around the desk to stand in front of him.
Brax and Orion’s gazes are solid along my back. It’s an effort to keep my breathing even.
Cedric’s Mediterranean eyes hold mine for a long beat, and I think I know where this is going. Not that we have a routine—how someone like Cedric could have a routine in bed, I’m not sure—we do have a few things we both really, really enjoy with each other.
“On your knees.”
I pull in a slow breath as I sink down between his thighs, my hands braced against his lap. His cock is hard and straining against the front of his slacks, but I don’t touch him yet. Not until he tells me to.
That stern look softens a fraction as he traces a finger across my forehead, tucking the loose strands away from my face before he tilts my chin up. Cedric runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and I let my mouth part at his touch.
His thumb dips between my lips to press along my tongue. Nostrils flare. He approves.
With his other hand, he undoes his belt and unzips his slacks. When he pulls himself free, I’m drowning in need and nerves. Even though I know he will take care of me.
“Open.”
I do as he instructs, opening my mouth wide enough for him to fit.
“Don’t move.”
A shiver ripples through me, but I brace my hands on my thighs and wait for his next move.
Cedric sinks a hand in my hair, using my bun as a handle to pull me forward. The head of his cock runs around my lips before he sets himself against my tongue.
God, why is this so hot?
When he pulls me slowly down his length, my pulse thunders in my ears, but it’s not loud enough to hear the strangled breathing behind me, the low groan as all three of them watch Cedric work his way down my throat.
“Open your eyes. Stay here with me.” Cedric’s voice is nearly a growl.
My eyes open at his command, staring straight into his Mediterranean ones. He holds my gaze as he thrusts me over himself. Tears gather, ready to leave streaks down my face. But the way he looks at me has me overheating.
Like a sex god, he looks ready to devour me and make me enjoy every single moment of it.
I never thought I’d like this so much, but I do. I give in to it, and Cedric moans in approval. And it feels too soon when he pulls me back. I’m panting, mouth open and waiting for more, but his thumb circles my lips.
“On your feet.”
When I wobble, Cedric braces me, turning me around and leaning me back against his chest as I face the other two men in my life. What will they think of me after that display?
Their gazes are hot, filled with desires I can’t quite read but want to unearth in full.
Cedric smooths my hair back and whispers in my ear, “Bend over and brace yourself.”
Shivering, I do as I’m told, bending over his desk, braced on my forearms as Cedric rubs my lower back and ass. It’s the one day I don’t wear something with easy access.
“Mouth open, Sofia. Let one of them take you now.”
He must make a gesture behind my back because Braxton stands and towers over me. He’s so big. So much man. I want every inch of him.
I present my open mouth to him, straining my neck to look up at him.
His thumb runs under my lip as he looks down at me. “You okay?”
I nod. It’s small but clear enough because his voice rumbles with need. Maintaining eye contact while he frees himself has me breathing a little faster.
Cedric is a steady presence at my back, hands running in slow, soothing circles over my hips.
The desire to glance at Orion is strong—just to see how he’s reacting—but now isn’t the time. It’s about Braxton. His brown eyes darken as he pulls his cock out into his hand.
My tongue curls in anticipation, and the moment his head makes contact, I close around him, sucking, working to draw more of him into my mouth. His breath seems to devolve into a low growl as his fingers slip into the hair at the back of my head, supportive and firm.
Braxton is not a demanding lover. He’s a giving one.
Today, I want to give. Give back to all three of them for how I’ve fumbled in navigating this.
It’s not like I won’t get everything I give back. Not with how the three of them operate.
Once Braxton has a slow but steady rhythm, Cedric’s attention shifts between my thighs, stroking along my core over my tight jeans, rubbing me just where I want him. But there’s too much in the way for it to do more than make me ache.
I moan around Braxton’s cock and feel his grip tighten before loosening again. He doesn’t move me over him the way Cedric did. He flexes his hips, the muscles only hinting at his overall strength.
As dark as his gaze gets, he looks down at me like I’m a gift. And I want to be that for him.
It’s hard to keep my attention fully on him, though, with the way Cedric is rubbing me. Then his hands slide along the front of me, expertly undoing the fly of my jeans and working them down my hips and ass until he has them tangled around my knees.
His hands knead my bare cheeks with a low murmur of pleasure before I feel his cock rubbing along the thin line of my thong. I moan again, wanting what he’s teasing me with.
Cedric makes me wait another minute, and I’m so damn wet that when he tugs my thong to the side and slides his cock inside me, I’m slick enough to take all of him in one thrust. He grinds against me with a soft noise.
“Fuck.” Braxton swears, angling me a little lower to properly thrust down my throat. It’s not wild, but I can feel the small changes in him.
I’ve never been taken by two men at once—let alone three—but I want to make every one of them feel good. To make them come. To give them the permission to take whatever they need from me.
Cedric is near motionless behind me, seated deep in my pussy as Braxton thrusts a little harder. But after a minute, I feel his retreat before he pulls away.
He takes a few deep breaths and steps back, knuckles white as he grips himself. I whimper with the loss.
“You still have one more to take before the real fun begins, Sofia.” Cedric’s grip in my hair turns me toward Orion.
He squeezes his erection through his slacks, pupils blown as he peers at me from his seat.
I lick my lips at him, and it shoots him to his feet.
When I suck him into my mouth, his moan grinds between his teeth.
And finally, Cedric moves behind me, a slow thrust that has my knees shaking. So much hotter than I could even fathom.
I’m so turned on that it won’t take much to make me come, and Cedric seems to know that, keeping me just far enough away from that edge that I can concentrate on sucking Orion’s cock.
Orion is the noisier of the three, although it’s obvious he’s tamping it down because of where we are. He doesn’t take me hard, letting me suck and swirl until his thighs shake. Only then does his grip on me tighten.
By some unspoken agreement, he doesn’t finish in my mouth either. Taking a step back, he spreads my spit over his cock with a few quick strokes before slowing.
Cedric slides an arm across my shoulders and hauls me back against his chest, the angle of his cock pressing on a sensitive spot in my core that has me biting back a small cry. His big hand braces across my throat—not squeezing but creating just enough pressure to quiet me.
His thrusts elongate, grow harder, taking me the way I need to come. And as he’s proven time and again, he can keep me coming.
My body grows loose, fluid as he leverages me back into him, the slap of his hips against my ass almost as loud as his breath in my ear.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”
“Mmm.” I can barely get the sound out. “Mmm-hmm.”
“Now.”
Core clamping down, fluttering around his cock, my body rushes to obey him. My mouth falls open as my orgasm hits, eyes drifting closed as he persists in his hard thrusts until I’m boneless.