EPILOGUE #3
There’s a beat of silence and some shared glances before they step back and start to move at once, their hands working quickly to undress. Buttons pop, zippers slide down, and fabric pools at their feet in a flurry of motion. It’s almost comical, the way they strip so eagerly.
Oliver reveals his muscular frame, which I’ve come to know so well.
His skin is warm under my fingertips as I reach out for him, and I can’t resist the urge to trace the contours of his chest. He sucks in a sharp breath at my touch, and a thrill runs through me at the knowledge that I can still affect him so strongly.
Grey steps up to us, his gaze intense as he watches Oliver and me. Wordlessly, he reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss before guiding it to the hem of his shirt. I pull it off without hesitation, revealing the hard planes of his chest.
Misha turns me toward him next—already naked and still with his hair full of daisies and kisses me deeply, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer. I feel the heat of his body against me, the urgency in his kiss.
Once he breaks it, they’re all standing before me, naked and unashamed, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight.
Grey, with his tall, lean frame and permanent scowl softened by desire.
Misha, with his unruly black curls and dark eyes filled with mischief.
And Oliver, with his round glasses, sculpted cheekbones, and a shyness that belies the fire burning within him.
The men who hold my heart.
Since they started to watch me all those years ago.
An idea strikes me, and I walk over to the dresser beside the bed and pull out three of my silk scarves, each a different color—one for each of them.
As I approach, they watch intently, their eyes tracking my every movement, taking in the sight of me fully clothed while they stand there, completely exposed.
“I want you all blindfolded,” I say, holding up the scarves. “Each one of you.” Grey opens his mouth, likely ready to protest, but I cut him off with a firm shake of my head. “For once, I want you to do the opposite of watching.”
Understanding dawns on Grey’s face, and a slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips as he acquiesces to my request. One by one, they lean down so I can tie the silk scarves around their eyes, carefully knotting the fabric to take away their sight.
When Misha stands up straight again, he wobbles and reaches out blindly to steady himself, gripping a butt that isn’t mine.
Oliver’s amused voice rumbles through the room. “You know that’s me, right?”
Misha freezes, then huffs out a laugh, quickly retracting his hand. “Was wondering why Amelia was so hairy!”
Grey chuckles, and I do, too. Then, with deliberate slowness, I begin to strip.
“I’m slipping off my shirt now,” I say, slowly peeling the fabric from my skin. I watch as their breaths hitch, their heads tilting as if they can almost see me through the darkness.
“Now, I’m unbuttoning my jeans… sliding them down and off,” I say, my movements slow and deliberate as I let the denim fall to the floor with a soft whisper.
I take a moment to admire the effect on them—bodies tense, chests rising and falling with increasingly ragged breaths, their cocks hard and straining toward me.
“I’m wearing a thong,” I whisper. “Just a small piece of fabric, barely covering what belongs to you.”
“Shit, Bug,” Misha nearly whimpers, his fists clenching, the tension radiating off him.
Good. Let the anticipation burn.
“I’m stroking my thighs… higher… higher… now tracing the edges of the lace,” I murmur, my fingers mimicking the path I describe, watching their bodies respond—breaths becoming even more ragged, their chests heaving with the effort to hold back, waiting for me to take the lead.
“Amelia,” Grey growls out, the need visibly rippling through him.
“So impatient,” I tease, stepping closer, close enough for them to feel the heat of my body but still not touching them.
“Do you want to drive us mad?”
“Maybe,” I reply, amusement mixing with the heat between us. “Now, imagine what it will feel like when I finally let you touch me.”
Their bodies instinctively strain toward the sound of my voice, desperate for a connection they can’t yet have. Even blindfolded, they’re far from powerless—but in this moment, they’re entirely at my mercy, and the thrill of it sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
I relish the power I hold over them, the way they’re teetering on the edge, waiting for me to give them what they crave. “Remember this,” I murmur, leaning in. “Remember how it feels to be on the other side, to be the ones who are seen.”
I sink to my knees in front of them, the soft carpet beneath me, the three men I love before me, their cocks hard and ready for my touch, my taste.
Reaching out, my fingers brush against the hot, smooth skin of their shafts, starting with Grey and Oliver.
Their breaths catch as I wrap my hands around them, stroking gently while I lean forward to take Misha into my mouth.
His cock is thick and warm, and the sensation of him fills my senses completely.
The taste of him, combined with the heat and tension in the room, is intoxicating.
I move my mouth up and down, my tongue swirling around the head of Misha’s cock, teasing the sensitive underside as my hands continue their rhythmic strokes on Grey and Oliver. The sounds of their pleasure fill the air—low, guttural growls from Misha and sharp, ragged breaths from Oliver.
After a few moments, I switch, my lips sliding off Misha and moving to Oliver while my hand takes over where my mouth just was. Oliver tenses under my touch, his hips bucking as he struggles to maintain control. Misha’s cock throbs in my grip as I give him the attention he craves.
I pause, letting go of them, and glance up, my eyes locking onto their blindfolded faces, and I feel a thrill at the sight of them like this.
Grey’s breath hitches impatiently, and in one swift motion, he tears off his blindfold, his intense eyes locking onto mine.
“Fuck it,” he groans out, his hand moving to the back of my head, fingers tangling possessively in my hair as he guides my mouth to his cock.
I start to suck him while my hands reach out to Oliver and Misha, stroking them in tandem.
The others follow suit, their blindfolds falling away as they watch me, their eyes dark and smoldering with lust. The intensity of their gazes, hot and hungry, only fuels my own desire, sending a rush of heat through me, leaving me dripping.
The weight of their need is heavy as they devour the sight of me with their stares.
The way they respond to my touch, the way they surrender to the pleasure I’m giving them, is beyond intoxicating. It’s empowering.
Their moans grow louder, more desperate, filling the room, and I revel in it. This is exactly where I want them—completely undone, driven to the edge…
… and entirely mine.
“Hold your cocks together,” I instruct, and am surprised when they do as I say, their hands overlapping as they present themselves to me, their cocks lined up in a row.
I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight. Leaning forward, my tongue darts out to lick along each head, teasing and tasting. My hands stroke their thighs, my fingers exploring their skin.
Their groans of pleasure are music to my ears, and I look up at them as I continue to work them with my hands and my tongue.
“Baby,” Grey rasps, his voice filled with awe and desperation. “You’re so damn beautiful like this.”
Oliver’s touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he maps out the freckles scattered across my shoulders and chest with his fingertips. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core, and I grow hotter with every caress.
My tongue flicks over the heads of their cocks, my lips sealing around one and then another, my hands never ceasing their movement. I can feel their release building, their cocks growing impossibly harder against my tongue.
But just as I feel Grey’s cock twitch against my palm, Misha’s voice cuts through the haze of desire. “Stop,” he commands in a strained tone. “I’m already too close, and I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your pussy… preferably at the same time as Ollie.”
I release their cocks, looking up to meet Misha’s gaze, his dark eyes burning with desire. A slow, mischievous smile spreads across my face as I rise to my feet. “Great minds think alike,” I murmur, leaning in to peck his lips.
“Great minds fuck each other,” Misha quips with a grin, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me into a deeper, more passionate kiss. His other hand trails down my back, gripping my ass possessively.
When he lets go of me, I feel a playful slap on my other cheek, making me squeal.
“Grey!” I protest, but there’s a smile on my lips as he grips my hips and guides me toward the bed. Then, with a mischievous grin, he tosses me onto it, and I bounce on the soft mattress.
He climbs onto the bed, crawling toward me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Now, where were we?” he murmurs as his hands find my thighs, spreading them apart as he settles between them.
Oliver and Misha join us on the bed, their hands roaming over my body in tandem with Grey’s. I arch off the bed as they touch me, tease me, drive me wild with desire.
“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for. I just know that I need more, need them to fill the ache inside me.
Grey chuckles, his fingers tracing the outline of my pussy. “Who’s impatient now, huh?” he teases, but there’s a gentleness in his touch that belies his words.
His fingers dip inside me the same time his mouth finds my clit, and I gasp at the sudden intrusion. He strokes me slowly, building up the tension, sucking on me. Oliver and Misha each take a breast in their mouths, their tongues swirling around my nipples in time with Grey’s movements.