Chapter 49 Abigail
Chapter forty-nine
Abigail
Crawl to me, Abbie Girl.”
Never in a million years did I think those words would send such a fierce rush of arousal to my pussy that I’m pretty sure I can feel it running down my leg.
But it did.
And holy hell, do I want to do it.
I’ve never been ashamed or shy in the bedroom. But I’ve also never trusted someone like this—so openly, so freely. Let alone four someones.
They make me want things I’ve never wanted before.
Things that feel adventurous.
Fun.
Exhilarating.
I feel safe with them. Completely. And I think I’d do just about anything they asked of me. Hell, I’m pretty sure if I climbed off this bed right now and told one of them to crawl, he would without hesitation.
Actually—
No, Abs. Focus. A different time
Biting my lip, I climb onto the bed on all fours up the mattress until I’m between Jasper’s legs. My eyes move from his down to his cock as he wraps his palm around it and gives it one, then two firm strokes, causing a bead of precum to leak at the tip.
I lick my lips.
Jasper moans. “You want more?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation, as I feel someone climb onto the bed behind me.
Cedarwood.
Lincoln folds over me, brushing his lips against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. His hand wanders up my calf, then my thigh, before moving over the globe of my ass, and stopping once he reaches the tight ring of muscle. A place I’ve never let anyone.
“Has anyone even had you here?” he whispers.
I shake my head. “No.”
He rubs the pad of his thumb over the hole, and I find myself fisting the sheets on either side of Jasper’s hips—who’s still stroking himself as he watches me—in both anticipation and… want.
“Do you want to?”
“If it’s one of you,” I confess.
“Hmmm. Well, we’re the only men you’re gonna be with here on out, so that shouldn’t really be a problem.” The pad of his thumb presses against me harder, and I flinch.
“Lincoln,” I say breathlessly.
Lincoln sits up straight and removes his thumb.
But just when I think the moment is over, the sound of him spitting fills the room just before something wet lands at the top of my ass, dripping slowly down my crack.
His hand returns, once again making its slow descent over my ass.
“We don’t have what we’d need to get you ready for that, so we’ll have to practice that another time. But for now—”
“Oh!” I gasp as the tip of his thumb breaches my ass.
“For now, this will have to do,” he says before I feel the head of his cock at my aching pussy.
“Lincoln.” His name is nothing more than a whine now. A plea for mercy as I push back against him, desperate for him to fill me, for this thumb to go deeper. Anything. I need one of them inside me, and I need it now.
But he stops me as he fists my hair. “Uh-huh, Sweetheart.” I’m pretty sure I actually whimper. “You’re gonna suck Jasper’s dick while I fuck you.”
“Holy fuck,” I hear Lawson mutter off to the side.
If I’ve learned anything about him lately, it’s that he loves to watch far more than he thought he would.
That thought alone sets my skin on fire.
And suddenly I’m just as desperate for him and Beau to watch Jasper and Lawson ruin me as I am to be ruined.
It makes me want to do good.
Be good.
“What do you say, Red?” Jasper murmurs, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “Feel like doing as you’re told?”
A sly smile spreads across my face before I lean down and lick the head of his cock, gathering the precum on my tongue.
My eyes lock with his as his mouth pops open on a desperate exhale, and on his next breath, I take him to the back of my throat.
“Shit,” he hisses, and I waste no time moving up and down his length with my mouth. “That’s our girl. So fucking good.”
Just as I’m getting lost in the rhythm of Jasper’s pleasure, Lincoln pushes his cock inside of me, and even with just his thumb in my ass, it feels so… full.
I moan around Jasper’s cock while Lincoln gathers a fistful of my hair. “So wet for me,” Lincoln praises. “So wet for us.”
Lawson groans off to the side, and when I look over, he’s slowly stroking his cock. A heartbeat later, Beau’s standing next to him, still dressed in jeans, palming his dick through the denim, his jaw clenched as he watches.
Suddenly, the sight of them watching me, wanting me, the feel of Jasper’s cock in my mouth, Lawson behind me with his cock buried inside of me, and his thumb in my ass all feel like both too much and not enough.
Another whimper slips past my lips as my pussy clenches around Lincoln.
With his hands gripping my hips, he thrusts in and out of me once more. “You want more, Sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” I mumble.
“As you wish,” Jas repeats. Then the two of them start fucking me.
And I mean really fucking me. Lincoln slams into me at a furious pace while Jasper fucks up into my mouth.
His fingers swipe against my cheekbone every time I gag, but he doesn’t stop.
In fact, he gets off on the sound, groaning in pleasure every time I do.
And when I hear that noise come from deep in his chest, my pussy goes impossibly tighter around Lincoln.
It’s a chain reaction. Each of our pleasure setting off the other.
I lose all sense of time for a moment, until the palm of Lincoln’s hand lands firmly on my ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, popping Jasper’s cock out of my mouth.
And Lincoln does it again. And again. And again.
Slapping my ass until the sensation becomes almost too much to bear, all while my screams of pleasure fill the room.
“Our Abbie Girl,” Jasper says softly. Reverently.
Those three words throw me over the edge, and I come with a force I didn’t even know was possible. I come with Lincoln inside of me, with Jasper’s eyes staring into mine, and with Beau and Lawson watching.
This moment can never be undone.
And there’s not a single part of me that wants it to.
“Christ, Abbie,” Linc hisses as his thrusts start to become more and more erratic. “This pussy…” His breath hitches. “It was fucking made for me.”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, my orgasm still sending me into a never-ending free fall.
My face is still in Jasper’s hands, and I swear his eyes glisten, as if he’s holding back tears while he looks at me. “So beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with something raw and unguarded.
And a second later, Lincoln slams inside of me one last time before coming with my name on his lips.
His release feels like it takes forever, while somehow not being long enough. But before my body has time to relax, Lincoln’s kissing my spine and sliding out of me. He climbs off the bed, with me still on all fours between Jasper’s legs, as Beau approaches the side of the bed.
Smiling, I look up at him. “You plan on taking those off anytime soon, Saint John?”
He flashes me those damn dimples. The same ones I’ve been obsessed with since the day I met him. “I’m all about delayed gratification, Darlin’.”
“Good to know,” I reply, and then he’s ripping off his jeans.
“Slide up here a little, Abs. Straddle me,” Jasper instructs.
I’m momentarily confused, but I follow his instructions regardless. My legs straddle his as he scoots down the bed, until he’s lying almost flat.
“Kiss me,” he says, and again, I do as I’m told.
Leaning down until my chest is pressed against his, I kiss him without abandon.
Jasper savors the taste of his own arousal as his tongue dances with mine.
I can feel his erection against my pussy as I rock against him.
And without a word, his hands grab my hips, pull me forward a little bit more before pushing himself back and sinking himself inside.
“Jesus, Red. I can feel you dripping all over me,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You feel so good, Jas,” I answer, my second orgasm already well on its way. “So good.”
I’m about to come already when Jasper stills inside of me, and I whine. The perpetrator himself chuckles before asking, “You want more?”
“More,” I say without question.
More.
Always more.
Beau climbs onto the bed behind me, and in one fluid movement, one that tells me this isn’t the first time the two of them have done this, Jasper lifts me off of him, and Beau takes his place.
“This fucking body.” Beau’s fingers flex against my hips. “It’s my personal heaven, Abigail. You have no idea.” He moves inside of me at a leisurely pace, one that sets my teeth on edge, because as good as it feels, it’s nowhere near enough. But before I have a chance to complain, Beau stills.
Then Jasper’s cock nudges my entrance beneath Beau.
Beau traces his fingertips down the length of my spine. “Still want more?”
For a second, I pause. Unsure if I can do this. But my desire to feel them both inside of me wins out over my nerves, and I nod.
“Say it, Red.”
“We won’t treat you like you’re made of glass, but we need to hear you say it.”
I don’t pause again. I don’t give them time to worry that I’m scared. “I still want more. I want you both.”
“So strong.” All of a sudden, Lawson’s at the edge of the bed, running his hand through my hair.
“Stay still, Darlin’. We’ll tell you when to move, okay?”
“Okay,” I say softly.
The moment Jasper pushes the head of his cock back inside of me, my eyes snap closed as the sting of the pain washes away all of the pleasure I was just feeling.
“Eyes on me, Honey,” Lawson instructs, still raking his hand through my hair.
“It’ll feel good in a second,” Jasper adds. “Just let me in. Relax.”
I relax my body as best as I can. Focusing on Lawson’s eyes. On Beau’s touch along my spine. On the sound of Jasper’s ragged breath. Just as Jasper pushes himself all the way in, just as the pain feels like it’s too much, the sting begins to slowly fade.