Chapter 15 #3
“Be a good girl for Oliver,” he whispers in my ear on a low rumble.
“He’s such a good boy for you. Isn’t he?
” I nod, feeling my face flush with heat at his words.
Grey’s hands roam over my body, and his hardness presses against my ass.
I find myself pressing back against him, seeking more of the sweet friction.
“Use your words, baby,” Grey commands, a sharp contrast to the tender touch of his fingers.
“Yes,” I barely manage to say. “I love your mouth on me. It’s amazing, Oliver.”
Oliver lets out a groan at my words, the vibration against my pussy an overload of the sensation that pushes me closer to the edge.
Misha chuckles, shaking his head as he watches us. “Come on, don’t get distracted,” he chides Oliver, who nips at my clit again.
I moan even louder than before, the sound filling the room and echoing off the walls.
“Tell him how good he makes you feel,” Grey commands, and I can hear the need in his words, the urgency that matches my own.
My hands instinctively move to Oliver’s hair, threading through the soft strands and pulling him closer, guiding him exactly where I need him most. “Mmm… that’s it.
Shi-it, Ol—” My praise is cut short by a moan that overrides all coherent thought.
“Oh God. It’s so good,” I say, my breath hitching and my thighs trembling.
Misha curses under his breath, and Grey’s hardness twitches against my ass. He shifts, releasing my thighs to adjust himself, but before I can move, his grip is back on my legs, tightening possessively.
“Are you close, baby?” Grey asks, his voice filled with need, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps against my neck.
“Yes…” I gasp, the word barely out of my mouth before I cry out again. “God, Oliver, please don’t stop.”
“That means keep the rhythm and pressure. Don’t change a fucking thing,” Misha commands, and I notice him squeezing his cock over his trousers. “Notice how she’s trembling? She’s so damn close.”
Oliver responds with a low, guttural growl, a sound of pure male satisfaction as he keeps doing his magic.
And then it hits me, a surge of pleasure so intense that it borders on pain, crashing over me like a wave.
Now I’m almost pulling Oliver’s hair, pushing myself into his face as I ride out the orgasm, my body shaking with the force of it.
Grey bites down on my neck at the same moment, and the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure sends me even higher.
“Don’t stop,” Misha instructs Oliver. “Get her through the pleasure.”
The waves of my orgasm start to subside, and I let out a whimper, my body going limp with satisfaction. Oliver finally pulls back, his ears red, his glasses slightly askew, his pupils blown. But I see pride in his eyes from the knowledge he’s the one who brought me to the peak.
And not through an AI this time.
“Kiss her,” Misha commands, and he doesn’t have to tell Oliver twice.
He sweeps in, his lips meeting mine with a tenderness that makes my heart hurt. I taste myself on his lips, and the realization sends a fresh jolt of desire straight through my core. When he pulls back, his eyes meet mine for a brief, vulnerable moment before Misha turns my head toward him.
Misha’s kiss is fierce and claiming, he’s undoubtedly tasting the aftermath of Oliver’s kiss, and I revel in the mingling of their flavors on my tongue.
“You’re addictive,” he murmurs against my lips, his dark eyes shining with admiration and something deeper—something that looks a lot like love.
Grey’s hand is on my face before his lips claim mine with a possessive fierceness. He tastes me as well, his tongue sweeping against mine with a dominance that makes my heart race. He presses his hardness up against me, a silent promise, and I arch back into him, craving the connection.
When we finally break apart, I glance around and find all three of them watching me, hunger clear in their eyes. Their gazes are filled with desire and adoration, and a wave of emotion surges inside me, almost overwhelming.
Yes, I want all of them.
But all of them at once?
The thought is both thrilling and terrifying, a leap into the unknown that I’m not entirely sure I’m prepared for.
Grey’s strong arms lift me effortlessly, and I let out a soft gasp as he places me gently on the bed.
His eyes lock with mine, a playful glint in them as he starts undressing down to his boxer briefs with a deliberate, teasing slowness.
My heart races, not just from the sight of him but from the realization that Oliver and Misha are following suit.
Oliver’s eyes meet mine as he undresses, a warm, reassuring smile on his lips.
“Careful,” Misha says with a smirk. “If you look at us like that, we might think you’re up to something.”
I don’t even know if I’m up to something.
They push the second bed close to create one large mattress, and I feel a flutter of anxiety in my chest. I haven’t even had sex with Oliver yet, and the thought of having sex with all three of them at the same time is making me nervous.
How would that even work?
Grey helps me under the covers before slipping in beside me, his warmth immediately enveloping me.
Oliver settles on my other side while Misha flicks off the light before sliding in next to Oliver, leaving me in the dark, naked under the covers with three hot-as-hell men in only their underwear.
Grey and Oliver press close, their hands roaming over my skin in gentle, soothing caresses.
Their arousals press against me, reminding me that they’re just as affected as I am, their bodies taut with need.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
I can do this.
I can handle them.
I think.
“Hey,” Grey prompts softly, seeming to notice my tension, his breath warm against my cheek, “What is it?”
“Nothing,” I lie, but it comes out breathy.
“Relax, Princess.” His deep voice rumbles in my ear. “Try to sleep.”
“But what about you?” My voice is barely audible, nearly drowned out by the sound of our collective breathing.
Grey shushes me, his hand coming up to stroke my hair. “We’re going to sleep now, too,” he murmurs.
“But… don’t you want…” I trail off.
How can I do it when I can’t even say it?
“Of course I want to fuck you, baby,” Grey says, the low rasp of his words sending a shiver through me.
“But we did enough experiments for tonight. Let’s figure the rest out when we’re back home.
If and when you want all of us, it will be at your pace.
We have forever, no need to rush things.
” His words are a promise of countless nights just like this one. “Practice makes perfect, right, Ollie?”
Oliver’s soft chuckle joins Grey’s, his hand finding its way into my hair as well. The dual sensation of their fingers massaging my scalp is heavenly.
“Exactly,” he agrees, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “And I, for one, am more than willing to put in the practice.”
“Okay,” I whisper, a wave of relief washing over me.
This would have been a lot to handle in one day.
Hell, the entire day has been a lot to process as it is.
Misha’s amused voice pipes up from the other side of Oliver. “She really thought she would have to pop Ollie’s cherry in a gang bang.”
“Shut up, idiot,” Oliver mutters, followed by a soft thud and Misha’s grunt as if he’s just received an elbow to the ribs.
His laughter, warm and infectious, fills the room, and I can’t help but giggle at their antics while Grey’s deep chuckle reverberates through his chest. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.
Why was I even worried?
They get me.
And they’ve got me.