26. Leah #2
“You tell me the second it’s more than you want.” His grip on my chin tightens, just slightly, until I’m looking nowhere but at him. “Not after. The second.”
I nod against his hand. “I will.”
He kisses me. Hard, all teeth and tongue, his hand still gripping my jaw, and when he pulls back, he says, “Rowan. Lie down.”
Rowan stretches out on his back beside me, and Declan hauls me up and over him like I weigh nothing, one hand under my thigh, until I’m straddling Rowan’s hips with my palms on his chest. Rowan looks up at me from the pillow.
The pink line of the scar on his shoulder catches the light from the window.
I bend and kiss it, and his hands come up to my waist and hold.
“Take him,” Declan says from behind me.
I reach down between us and find Rowan already slick at the tip, and I line him up and sink down.
He fills me in one long slide, and both of us groan. I’ve been so worked up for so long that there’s no resistance at all, just heat and pressure and the perfect stretch of him, and I sit down on him fully and grind, once, and his fingers dig into my hips.
“Lean forward, Little Mouse.” Emmett’s voice comes from my left.
He’s kneeling on the mattress beside Rowan’s head, close enough that when I look over, his cock is right there, thick and flushed and already beading at the tip.
He fists it slowly and grins. “Get comfortable. Chest on his. That’s it. Now turn your head.”
I stretch out over Rowan, my breasts against his chest, my cheek against his collarbone, and Rowan’s arms come up around my back and hold me there. I turn my head toward Emmett.
“Open.”
I open, and he feeds me his cock.
Slow. Just the head at first, hot and salty on my tongue, and he lets me taste him before he pushes deeper.
His hand slides into my damp hair and cradles the back of my skull, guiding the angle.
I can’t do much from here. I can’t use my hands, I can barely move my head, so he does the work, easing in and out of my mouth in shallow strokes while I suck and swirl my tongue and feel him twitch against it.
“Fuck.” He exhales. “You’re so good at this it should be illegal. Rowan, you should feel her mouth.”
“I’ve felt her mouth.”
“Then you know.” Emmett pushes a little deeper, and I take it, and he hisses. “Christ. Okay. Okay, Little Mouse, breathe through your nose for me, because I’m not going anywhere for a while.”
Behind me, I hear the cap of a bottle snap open.
I go still around Emmett’s cock. Rowan feels it and strokes a hand down my spine.
“Easy,” he murmurs, the one word right against my ear.
Declan’s hand settles on my ass, warm, palm spread wide.
He squeezes. Then his fingers slide down into the wetness where Rowan is buried in me.
He drags my slick arousal up, and up, and massages it against my tight ring of muscle.
It’s the first time anyone has touched me like this, and my whole body clenches, around Rowan, around Emmett, around the pad of Declan’s finger.
“Relax,” Declan says. Not gentle. It’s an order. “You’re soaked, Leah. You’re dripping down onto my brother’s balls. I’m going to use that.”
He drags more of it up from where Rowan is buried in me and spreads it over me in slow circles, more pressure each time.
Then I hear the bottle again, and a cool stream of lube runs down the cleft of my ass and over his fingers, a shock against how hot the rest of me is.
He works the two together. “I’m using this too. I’m not taking any chances with you.”
I moan around Emmett. Emmett groans and rocks a little deeper into my mouth.
“Push back against me.”
I push. His finger slides into me.
It doesn’t hurt. It’s strange, a fullness in a place that’s never been full, and it makes everything else feel closer, tighter, more.
Rowan inside me feels bigger. Emmett in my mouth feels bigger. Declan works the finger in and out, adds more lube, adds a second finger, and I’m panting through my nose. Rowan is holding perfectly still beneath me with his jaw locked and his eyes shut.
“She’s ready,” Declan says. “She’s more than ready. Look at her taking my fingers like she’s been waiting for it.”
He pulls them out. There’s the slick sound of him coating himself, and then the blunt, hot pressure of the head of his cock right where his fingers were.
Emmett pulls out of my mouth. “Breathe, baby.”
I breathe.
“Bear down for me,” Declan says. “Good girl. That’s it. Just like that. Relax.”
He pushes in.
The stretch is enormous. It burns, and it burns, and I gasp into Rowan’s chest, and Rowan’s arms lock around me and hold me still.
Declan doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slam in, but he doesn’t hesitate either, just one steady, relentless press, and then the head of him is inside, and my body gives, and the burn drops away all at once into something so much bigger.
“Oh my god.”
“Keep breathing,” Declan whispers.
“Declan, oh my god, oh my—” I bite down on my lower lip. “Keep going.”
He gives me more. He feeds himself into me an inch at a time, and every inch is new, and every inch pushes against Rowan through the thin wall between them so that I feel them both, feel them rubbing against each other inside me, and I don’t have words.
I have no words. My mouth is open against Rowan’s throat, and nothing is coming out but air.
Then Declan’s hips meet my ass, and he’s all the way in, and all three of us hold there and just breathe.
“Leah.” Rowan can barely get the word out. “Leah, look at me.”
I lift my head. His blue eyes are inches from mine, and I see it there, everything he’s never said out loud and doesn’t need to.
“Emmett,” Declan says roughly. “Her mouth.”