48. Penelope
Chapter 48
Penelope
The drive back home after the press conference is much more relaxed than the drive there. I feel like I accomplished what I set out to do, and that feels good.
Jonas smiles at me in the rearview mirror, and I realize he must have been watching for the whole thing.
“If I may,” he says. “I just want you to know that I’m proud to know you, Ms. Penelope. You are incredibly brave and I really do think everyone who hears your story will understand why you did what you did.”
“Really?” I ask him, twisting my hands together in my lap. “You think so?”
He nods. “I do. They’ll be on your side. There will be some naysayers because there always are, but the people with common sense will side with you over your old pack.”
I smile at him, nodding my gratitude. It’s over and that’s a relief, but I still feel shaky in the aftermath. There’s a chance this will all backfire and they’ll somehow use this against me. But I had to do it, and more than anything I’m glad I’m not still running and hiding from them.
When we get home, the men immediately surround me again, carrying me over to the couch to sit down. Xavier takes my fancy shoes off and massages my feet, and Dominic gets me a glass of water. I realize as I chug it how thirsty I was during all that.
All of them kiss me somewhere, my mouth, my hands, my calf, and I sink into the couch, reveling in their attention. This at least is something I can always rely on now.
“We’re so proud of you,” Tristan says. “You’re incredible. The way you commanded that press conference, it was like you were a natural.”
“No, I was so nervous! I thought I was going to make an idiot of myself.”
“You didn’t,” Dominic assures me. “You sounded passionate and honest, and that’s all anyone could ask from you. It made me so proud to know you. To love you. You were an inspiration.”
Coming from Dominic, that’s such a deep expression of how he feels, and it makes my cheeks warm to hear it.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
Tristan kisses my hand and then brings it up to his cheek. “He’s right. I’ve never known anyone like you in my life, angel. You are one of a kind, and I feel so lucky to have found you.”
I know what that means from Tristan too, considering he cared for someone so deeply before he met me. But apparently I stand out from her, and that feels good too.
Xavier grins, laying his head on my lap. “You’re just perfect,” he says. “And I also feel really lucky. It’s like I said, I knew that day we ran into each other that connecting with you was worth it, and every day you prove me right. Every day you make me want to spend a hundred more days with you.”
“You guys,” I whine softly, covering my hot cheeks with my hands. “You’re making me blush. And anyway, what I did today was all well and good, but what if it’s not enough? What if your investors all jump ship and you lose everything?”
“Then that’s what happens,” Dominic replies. “We’ll still have you, won’t we?”
“Well, yes, but?—”
“That’s all that matters,” Tristan agrees. “We didn’t have investors when we started our businesses, and we managed to make it all right. We’ll survive.”
They sound so completely confident, so sure of themselves, and I guess I have to trust them.
“What can we do to reassure you it’s going to be okay?” Xavier wants to know.
“Kiss me,” I murmur. “I need a distraction.”
Their nearly identical grins clearly say they can do that.
Xavier leans up and captures my lips in a sweet, messy kiss. He lingers, pressing it deeper, thrilling me down to my toes as warmth starts to build between us.
He nips at my bottom lip and then draws back, leaving me leaning forward, trying to chase after him. But Tristan moves in to close the gap, cupping my face with one hand and sliding the other into my hair as he picks up where Xavier left off.
His kiss is passionate and deep, and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, laying claim to it. I shiver, clutching at him as my heart rate spikes.
When Dominic takes his turn, he leaves no question about what he wants. There’s that flare of possessive command from him, and I melt under it. He kisses like he wants to devour me, pouring all of his feelings into it, and I’m left swooning a little, trying to remember how to breathe.
Their hands start roaming over me, and I gasp softly, arching into each touch. My pulse is racing now, and its echoed by the beating of arousal through my blood, making my body clench with need.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” Dominic says, and he scoops me up and carries me to my bedroom.
The three of them stalk into the room and up onto the bed, laying me out. Between them, they remove my clothes and kiss each new patch of bared skin. I lose track of whose mouth is whose, caught up in the feeling of it all.
Lips graze over my nipples and then down my stomach, across my inner thighs. Fingertips and tongues follow similar paths, and I arch and moan, desperate for more.
The scent of my arousal fills the air, mingling with my natural scent and the men’ scents too, and it’s a heady combination.
“Tell us what you want,” Xavier says, kissing his way up my arm and across my shoulder.
“You,” I pant. “I just want all of you.”
“You have us,” Tristan promises. His eyes are dark with desire, and he rolls onto his back on the bed, smirking a little. “And right now, I want you to sit on my face.”
My heart skips a beat. “Are you sure? I mean… it’s not like I’m light, after all. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He arches an eyebrow. “I’m not that delicate, angel. Come here.”
I bite my lip, hesitating, but Dominic and Xavier help me get into position, sitting astride Tristan’s face, gripping the headboard.
His mouth is hot and wet, and he gets to work, sliding his tongue along the dripping slit of my pussy. I gasp at the feeling of it, pleasure coiling through me just from that first touch of his tongue.
I tip my head back, and I see that Xavier and Dominic are still close, watching this all happen with heated eyes.
“You look amazing,” Xavier says. “Like a true queen on her throne.”
“Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful,” Dominic agrees.
I moan a little, their words and Tristan’s tongue working me up. Tristan’s so good at eating me out, and in no time I’m squirming on his face, probably soaking him with my arousal.
“How does it feel?” Dominic asks on a growl.
“Good,” I moan. “So good. He’s so good with his tongue.”
A possessive flash goes through Dominic’s eyes, and he folds his arms. “Now I want a turn,” he says.
“Me too, honestly,” Xavier echoes.
I chuckle breathlessly, shaking my head. “I think there’s enough of me to go around.”
Tristan breaks to breathe, and his voice is raspy when he speaks. “I can make her wetter than either of you,” he declares. “So I’m sure she’s happy where she is.”
And that’s basically a gauntlet thrown down in the middle of the room. Dominic definitely can’t back down from a challenge, and Xavier is right there with them.
It takes some creative arranging on the bed, but then I end up sitting on Dominic’s face while he goes to town, licking and sucking on my clit.
I cry out, trembling as I hold on to the headboard in a white knuckled grip.
“Oh my god,” I pant. “That feels—” His teeth graze my clit, and I’m right there on the brink of coming already.
Dominic doesn’t let up, and before I know it I’m falling apart, his name on my lips.
But we’re not done. Not by a longshot. I get lifted up from Dominic’s face and then passed to Xavier. My clit is sensitive from my first orgasm, so when he starts eating me out, it’s just this side of uncomfortable. But he leans into that, coaxing me past it so the edge of pain blends into the pleasure, taking it even higher.
High pitched, needy noises are falling from my lips while he uses his tongue so expertly, and I end up shaking and on the edge once again.
They go on like that, passing me back and forth between them. Tristan holds my hips so he can feast on me, and Dominic coaxes me to ride his face, grinding against his tongue.
All traces of self-consciousness are gone now, and all I can focus on is how good this feels and how much they clearly want me.
The competition keeps going, and it doesn’t matter how many times I come, they keep handing me off to each other, determined to wring more pleasure from my body.
It’s a good thing they handle situating me, because I don’t think I could move on my own after a while.
Tristan curls his tongue into me, making all my nerves flare white hot. His hands are firm pressure on my inner thighs, and I buck wildly against him, chasing the high of yet another orgasm.
“Oh, right there,” I moan, biting down hard on my lip. “Yes, yes, yes, Tristan!”
I come again, shaking hard with the force of the pleasure tearing its way through me. My pussy clenches hard, and Tristan laps up every single drop of my release.
“You’re such a queen,” he says as he hands me off to Dom. “And we’re honored to be your thrones.”
“Ours,” Xavier agrees. “Our queen to spoil and pamper and wear out.” He winks, and it promises that they aren’t done with me just yet.
They make me come so many times between them that I lose track, each orgasm flowing into the next until I’m hazy and spent from it all.
I manage one more for Xavier and then collapse onto the bed, breathing hard. My head is spinning and every bone in my body feels like it’s turned to jelly.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I pant, staring at the ceiling. “Holy shit.”
I lift my head and see the three of them kneeling around me. They’re clearly hard, their cocks tenting their pants and begging for attention.
I came so many times, but they haven’t yet.
“I want your cum,” I tell them. “Please can I have it?”
“Fuck, little bird,” Dominic growls. He’s the first to rip his pants open, hauling out his cock. The other two follow suit, surrounding me as they start to jerk off.
I watch with rapt attention as they do, mouthwatering while they work themselves up. Their breathing is heavy, and their hands fly over their cocks, proof of how turned on they are from everything that just happened.
“Please,” I beg, looking from one to the other to the next. “Please give it to me. I need it.”
“You’re gonna get it,” Xavier grunts, hips bucking. “We’re gonna cover you in our cum. In our scent.”
Fuck, the thought of it makes me shiver, and a few moments later, he’s the first to gasp and start to come. Hot white jets of fluid splatter me, and he milks out every last drop from his knot so nothing gets left behind.
Tristan and then Dominic follow, both of them painting me with their cum and making sure I get all of it on me.
I lean in, licking each of their cocks clean, savoring the salty tang of their release.
We don’t even bother to clean up after that. Instead, we just curl up in bed together, warm and sated.
My worries seem far away here, and for the first time, I truly believe that no matter what happens, nothing is going to tear us apart. They’ve been with me through this whole ordeal, and I feel like I’m right where I belong.
I bite my lip as that thought sparks the urge to make this permanent. To be with them forever. I’ve never wanted that before, never even thought I would, but with the three of them, I definitely do.