Chapter 10 #2
Instead of running, I slide my hand beneath the hem of my shirt, fingers trembling slightly as they find my hardened nipple.
When I drag my thumb across it, Zeke and Jasper’s lips curve into smiles before they turn their attention to Roman, whose stare is so hungry it feels like it’s already stripping me bare and marking me from across the room.
This is new territory for me.
I’m not shy, and I’ve never been afraid of my body or what I want. But I’ve never been this open or bold, not for anyone.
Only for them.
Because only with them do I feel like I can be anything, and I know they’ll still look at me like I’m just Addie.
“Get on the bed, facing her,” Roman commands, and Jasper moves to the bed, dropping his knees to the mattress. “Lie on your back in front of him, Zeke. I want him fucking you while I’m inside him.”
Control isn’t something Roman has. Control is who Roman is, so it’s no surprise that he’s the most dominant of the three.
I can see it in all of them, simmering just beneath the surface, but with Roman, it’s unmistakable.
He was always the one in control of my pleasure. No one has ever touched me the way he did. No one has ever made me feel like I was burning alive just to be put back together by something as simple as a kiss.
“Come on, baby,” Jasper growls, his voice dripping with hunger. “My cock’s so fucking desperate it’s about to start begging without me.”
“Wait…” Zeke says, walking toward me.
When he reaches me, he curls his hand around my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. Without a second thought, I grab his free hand and lower it between my thighs, pressing his fingers into the soaked lace of my panties.
I’m wet enough that he can feel it, and there’s no question of how badly I want this.
Zeke’s eyes go wide, and for a second, he just stands there, breathing hard and staring at me like he’s seeing me for the very first time.
He bites down on his lip as I release his wrist, but he doesn’t pull away.
Instead, he presses harder, dragging his fingers across the thin lace, brushing my clit with just enough pressure to make my eyes roll.
“Touch yourself,” Zeke rasps. “Let them see how much you want this.”
He leans in and grazes the corner of my mouth with his lips.
It’s soft, almost sweet, if it weren’t for the way his fingers are still teasing me over my soaked panties.
When he steps back, his fingers hook into the waistband of his briefs, and he shoves them down, baring every perfect inch of his cock like he was made to be watched.
Jasper smirks as Zeke falls back against the bed in front of him.
“Let me guess, our girl’s wet, isn’t she?” Zeke doesn’t answer out loud, but he must nod because the groan that rips from Jasper’s chest is so deep, it vibrates through the room and straight into my bones.
Roman reaches around Jasper, his hand wrapping firmly around Zeke’s cock, stroking him in slow, filthy pulls that make Zeke’s hips jerk off the bed. At the same time, Roman’s other hand slides lower, pushing between Jasper’s cheeks.
“Jesus, get inside me already. You’re killing me here.”
Jasper turns his face toward Roman. “Hear that, Rome? Zeke’s getting needy.”
“What about you? Are you ready for my dick?”
“What do you think, Captain?”
“I think you’ve got a smart mouth.”
“You fucking love it,” Jasper teases against his lips before their mouths crash together.
Somewhere in the middle of the kiss, Roman must push inside him because Jasper’s whole body tenses, and the groan that leaves both of them echoes around the room, making it impossible to tell where one of them ends and the other begins.
“Fuck, I’ll never get over how good you feel,” Jasper mutters as he dips his head and swirls his tongue around the tip of Zeke’s cock.
The sound that spills from Zeke only makes the need between my thighs burn hotter until it borders on painful. I finally give in, letting my hand trail downward, fingers brushing over the soaked lace, and even that slight friction is enough to pull a shaky breath from my chest.
Roman catches it instantly. He fists Jasper’s hair and yanks his head back, holding him there like he wants him to see every second of what comes next.
Jasper’s head falls back, lips swollen and glistening, and his dazed eyes find mine.
When Zeke’s head turns, too, all three of them watch me like I’m exactly where they always wanted me.
“Atta girl,” Jasper praises, and it’s enough to push me closer to the edge. “Play with that little clit. Get it nice and swollen for us.”
“Get inside him. She’s not gonna last,” Roman growls.
Jasper coats himself in lube, lines up with Zeke, and drives in deep, burying himself to the hilt.
It doesn’t take long before they find their rhythm, and sitting here watching them lose their minds, I realize I want to be part of it so badly it hurts.
“Fuck, this tight ass is perfect,” Jasper growls, his hands crushing Zeke’s waist like he’s about to split him open, rocking back into Roman’s cock every time he moves. “Keep touching yourself, Addie. It’s not gonna take much longer with the scent of your pussy in the air.”
Oh. Holy. Shit.
I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and start rubbing faster.
“Fuck!” Zeke roars, his body jerking as Jasper slams into him, his hand wrapped tight around his cock.
“Come for us, baby. I know you’re right fucking there.” Jasper jerks Zeke’s cock once, twice, then lets go.
Zeke comes hard, shooting across his chest and stomach, and I have to physically stop myself from crawling across the bed and licking every drop off his skin.
“I felt that… felt you fucking squeeze down just from watching him blow,” Roman growls, his hips snapping faster.
Jasper’s whole body is trembling, sweat dripping down his chest, and when his gaze finds mine, I nearly lose it.
“I’m so close,” he grits out. “You with us, Addie?”
I whimper, and my thighs tremble as I watch Jasper pull out of Zeke.
My fingers move frantically over my clit while he fucks his fist, Roman pounding into him from behind.
Roman’s hands are planted on Jasper’s shoulders, fingers digging into his sweat-slicked skin. Every inch of him is wracked with pleasure, but even when he’s blinded by lust, Roman’s eyes find mine.
It’s no longer bodies colliding on the bed.
It’s Roman and me, the way it always was, and that pull between us tightens until there’s no space left to breathe.
Slowly, Roman gives me a single nod before his mouth shapes a single, soundless word across the space between us.
Come.
There’s no fighting it.
My body answers for me, breaking wide open, like Roman reached across the room and touched me without laying a hand on me.
I twist in the chair as my orgasm hits, and a broken cry rips out of me as I grind against my fingers.
“Fuuuck,” Jasper cries as he jerks his cock faster, chasing the same edge.
Roman lets out a savage roar and slams into him one last time, burying himself deep.
I watch Jasper fall apart, his release coating Zeke’s stomach, just as Roman finishes inside him.
Seconds later, the four of us are panting and completely fucked out. Roman finally moves, pulling out with a low groan, and Jasper immediately slumps sideways onto the bed beside Zeke, who hasn’t stopped staring at me.
“Come here,” Jasper says, arms stretched out toward me like he can’t stand the distance for one more second. “Come on, angel. Just forget whatever’s about to make you overthink and get over here.”
He always was an overly affectionate bastard, and god, if I haven’t missed that about him.
I huff out a soft laugh and push myself to my feet, my body still trembling.
I make my way to the bed and crawl over Jasper’s solid, muscular body, loving the way he instantly pulls me into him. His naked torso is hot against my skin, his cock still thick and pressing against my hip, but he doesn’t move to do anything more than hold me.
Zeke shifts beside me, wiping himself off before settling on my other side, while Roman moves in next to Jasper.
Part of me feels out of place, as if I’m intruding on something that doesn’t belong to me. But another part of me believes that this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“You okay, beautiful?” Zeke asks, looking down at me as his fingers thread through my hair.
I manage a nod and a smile before I look across the bed, and the second I find Roman, my heart kicks up.
I’m not sure what I hoped to see, but he won’t look at me.
He stares at the ceiling, his shoulders rigid with tension that screams retreat.
My fingers twitch, aching to reach for him, to cross that impossible distance, but before I can touch him, his eyes drop, catching the movement—catching the thought.
One glance at my hand and his walls slam up so fast I can almost hear them. “I’m gonna clean up,” he mutters, pushing off the bed hard enough to make the mattress dip. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
He walks away from me like it’s a matter of survival.
Only when he’s standing a few feet away does he turn back and look at me—at us—at the way Jasper’s arms are wrapped around me and the way I’m clinging to someone else while he stands alone.
For a moment, I’m sure I see comfort flash across his face, maybe even a sliver of peace, but there’s pain there too. Whatever it is, it’s enough to make him look away and walk out without saying a word.
“I’ll go with him,” Jasper says, easing me into Zeke’s waiting arms.
When I finally wrap my arms around Zeke’s body, something inside me slots back into place. But even as I breathe him in and let myself be held, part of me is still twisted up in the man who couldn’t let himself stay.