Chapter 7
Starla
I can't tell where I end and Cullen begins. That was the best orgasm of my life. Mission accomplished, and so much more.
A chuckle bubbles up through my chest. For a second, I question if he had an orgasm because his cock is still so hard, stretching me. My body’s doing its best to get used to him, but I’m so full.
So blissed out. So sated. I wasn’t exactly able to focus. It was like my entire soul exploded.
But I’m pretty sure those deep guttural sounds, the bucking of his hips, and his grip growing insanely tight around my waist were his orgasm.
With my head resting on his shoulder and my finger drawing circles on his chest while he holds me close, I wish we never had to move.
“What’s so funny?”
Dang it, I thought I suppressed the laugh. "I don't mean to sound silly, but did you have an orgasm?"
"Best one of my life. I thought it was obvious."
"Yeah, I thought you did. I mean, I noticed, but…" I wiggle my hips, "You're still hard, and I thought it would drip out of us. Sorry, I shouldn’t trust everything I read."
“My cock’s staying hard to keep all of my cum inside of you. And because I'm ready to go again.”
"I thought guys needed recharge time, like to get a sandwich."
His laugh is wicked. "Babycakes, you're finally mine. I’m not wasting time with sandwiches."
Babycakes, I like it. The moment is beyond perfect. Cullen rests his lips in my hair, giving intermittent kisses while I consider that we haven’t talked about protection. Is he as hopeful that I’ll get pregnant as I am?
The click of the door and footsteps entering the room startle me.
I didn't think anyone was supposed to come in the room—club policy. Cullen's head whips to the door as I look over my shoulder.
Shit! It's Ryker.
The only good news is that Dad's not with him.
"I couldn't wait." Ryker scowls at Cullen, but not exactly with disbelief.
"What do you mean?" I wonder why he doesn’t seem shocked that Cullen’s dick is in me.
"Hold on a second, Ryker." Cullen softens his voice to me. "Hold on to me. I'm going to carry you to the bed and lay you down before I pull out. Then we can explain.”
Cullen and I should be the ones explaining to Ryker, but I can tell that’s not what he means.
“What is there to explain?” I glance at Ryker, who looks impatient, but have to turn my focus to holding on while Cullen does exactly as he said.
Cullen unfolds a blanket and covers me with it, then sits on the edge of the bed. Shouldn’t he be concerned that his cock is out while my stepbrother's in the room? Then again, I wasn't concerned that I was naked with Cullen's cock inside of me.
Shouldn't I have been? Shouldn’t I be feeling something other than hopeful that they both want me?
Cullen motions for Ryker to sit with us and starts the explanation. "As I mentioned, Ryker had to keep your dad occupied so I could get here and win you."
Ryker crawls up on the bed, settling next to me, and traces his finger over my cheek. "Starla, I’ve considered telling you how I felt so many times, but I love you in a way that I'm not supposed to. Your dad would have killed me. The auction changed everything. I couldn’t let a stranger win you."
Ryker is in love with me? He couldn’t let a stranger win me? Each piece ticks into my place one after another. He's always been so kind, so supportive, even when dad didn't think a woman should have a job.
Ryker built the kitchen studio for me, turning the bedroom next to mine into my vlog recording suite.
"I love you too, Ryker. I love how you’ve always supported—”
He leans down, his lips slanting over mine. Is my dream coming true after all?
I turn to Cullen. “Was this all planned? You both won me?”
Ryker doesn’t let him answer. "Don’t think for a minute that me not being here for the win means I wanted it any less. Cullen and I hashed out a plan for me to cover for you while he won you for the two of us. If that’s what you want?"
This is so surreal, it takes a minute to get my wits about me. “Yes, but why didn’t you just tell me, Cullen?”
“Good question. Cullen?” Ryker mimics.
I’m too excited to lay down anymore. I scoot to sitting against the headboard.
Cullen hangs his head. “Everything was going so good, I couldn’t take the chance of freaking you out or making you worry there was a plan that involved your dad. I had to go full steam ahead.”
That’s a fair assessment. I’m still worried Dad will walk in. "If you two really think we can make this work… that we can keep from destroying my dad. He can be such a jerk but he can also be a really great guy."
“You’re worth the risk, Starla,” Cullen says.
I pull my hand away and shake a finger at him teasingly. "You are a bad, bad boy, Cullen. I might have to spank you."
He humphs. "If anybody's getting spankings in this room, it's going to be you, Babycakes."
"I can't say I'm opposed to that, but I guess I'll have to find a different way to punish you."
"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to like this?"
"It's the three of us from now on.” Ryker isn’t as entertained as we are.
Of course he’d feel left out. I know exactly what to do. “Cullen, I want you to go sit back in that chair."
I glance at his lap. His cock had softened a little but instantly firms back up.
"I'll be there in a second," I say, using the sheet to wipe some of the cum from between my legs.
Cullen is more than happy to comply, but when I step to the chair, Ryker gently grabs my arm. "Hold on, Starla, I need to claim you."
I wink at him. "I know, trust me. Get undressed. You'll get your turn."
"Starla." He drags out my name.
I wink exaggeratedly at him and say slowly, "Trust me."
As Ryker undresses, I climb on top of Cullen, who's looking far too smug. I position myself so that I can work my sex over his tip several strokes before seating myself onto him.
This time, I slide up and down his stiff rod several times, experimenting between keeping his tip at my entrance, then taking him all the way in, filling me as if he's delivering his little babymakers straight into my womb.
I didn’t get much time to learn last time, but he swelled a little bit before he came. I stroke up and down, driving my impending orgasm to incredible heights, but keep myself from climaxing by thinking about how upset my dad will be.
I have to stay in control.
Then at the first sign of his cock swelling, I use my upstroke to pull clean off of him. I reach for Ryker who helps me to the floor, then tell Cullen, “Get out of the chair. It’s Ryker’s turn."
Cullen looks dumbfounded. His fingers reach for me, but I step away. "You were a bad boy. You're going to have to wait."
He laughs and reaches far enough to land a sharp slap on my ass. "You are one naughty girl."
I stumble, but Ryker catches me and we all crack up. My buttcheek still stings as Cullen relinquishes the chair.
Ryker takes a seat, fisting his cock. "Damn, Starla, you are not the good girl I thought you were.”
“It didn’t seem to be getting me anywhere. It's time to do what I want."
Ryker slips his hands under my butt as I climb onto the chair, and he pulls me close, kissing me with years of pent-up passion.
His hunger meets my intensity, he's feeding me with his kisses, with every twirl of his tongue in my mouth, and when I pull away to breathe, he says, "I need to taste you. "
"You what?"
He stands us up and pivots us around, then sits me in the chair and kneels.
His eyes are full of adoration as he looks up at me. I feel like a queen with all of the control. The power is heady.
Ryker pulls my ass to the edge of the chair and spreads my legs. As he nips at my knee, kissing his way toward my center, I notice that Cullen is stroking himself.
“That’s my job,” I say.
Ryker pauses until he realizes I’m talking to Cullen, who shakes his head at me. I think I like this game. Cullen steps closer and I tease my fingers over his cock then return my hand to Ryker’s hair.
A few inches from my sex, Ryker’s kiss turns into a lick, and he moves right over my curls to the other thigh.
I can barely breathe. I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to pull him back.
He lets me think I'm in control, pulling his face back to my center, then he angles his head up and licks low on my belly, laughing as he does so.
His eyes bore into me. "You are so naughty, Sweets. Are you going to edge Cullen while I eat your pussy?
“I might.” I trace my finger through the bead of Cullen’s pre-cum.
I should have stopped being a good girl long ago.
I let my gaze travel across the viewing wall.
The smiles on the women’s faces are particularly empowering.
Men are enjoying the show too, but their expressions are different, and I’d rather look at my men.
Ryker grabs my attention by saying. “He was pretty bad, not fessing up to the duality of the win or the gifts. Maybe you should edge him until we’re done fucking.”
The truth is they’ve been unintentionally edging me for years. Every time they worked out or got sweaty doing home improvements. Now I see that we all felt it.
I decide to play with the decision, after all, not knowing when you’ll get relief makes it worse, as I’m all too aware after craving both of them for so long. I twirl my finger around Cullen's tip, paying enough attention that his cock isn't showing signs of letting loose.
Looking down, I make it seem absentminded as I let my gaze meet Ryker's again. “You say you've wanted me. Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about me?"
Ryker scoffs. "Guys don’t call it touching ourselves.”
“Answer the question."
"Yeah, I've fucking jacked off thinking of you. So, let me ask you, Starla, have you touched yourself, imagining me between your legs?" He licks another streak, ending right at my curls then blowing on my sex.
A thrill races through me. In preparation for this big day, I read a lot of sex forums where women felt like it was all about the guy.
Maybe I overprepared, because I’m pretty sure Cullen and Ryker won’t let that happen.
At least for a few minutes, I’m going to have fun following some advice I read about being bold, then I’m going to totally surrender and let them ravish me.
Having fun with the situation, I say, "I have. I’ve even imagined the two of you."
I cast my gaze up to meet Cullen's while continuing to tease my finger over his shaft. His jaw goes slack a second before his body goes rigid. I pull my hand away. I'm pretty sure I remember that happening right before he came when he was inside of me.
"Show me how you touched yourself when you thought of me." Ryker takes some of the power back.
I consider using my right hand, but Cullen’s pre-cum is on my left. That’s the hand I dip between my legs.
Cullen rests an arm on the back of the chair and leans his lips in my hair. "Touch yourself for us, naughty girl."
I've always felt sinful around the thoughts I've had for them, especially when I doubled them up. But tonight, realizing my fantasy, it feels so right.
I massage small circles around my clit, and with my free hand, reach for Ryker’s arm because I get the sense that he’s enjoying being the torturous stepbrother.
He allows me to guide his hand to my center.
“You want me inside of you?” Instead of waiting for me to answer, he slips two fingers into me.
He takes over from there, sliding in and out while I work my clit, and, oh my God, he must be stroking my G-spot, which I have never found, because all of a sudden I'm losing control. My body's going into spasms.
Then he pulls away. I scramble to pull him close with both hands, but he stays out of reach and smiles.
Slowly bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucks one and then the other. “I told you I needed to taste you, Starla. Were you going to be a naughty girl and deprive me of what I need?”
“No, please. I need to come.”
“I bet you do,” Cullen says before standing and rubbing his cock against my cheek.
My entire body aches with need. I consider turning to take Cullen in my mouth, but decide against it.
"I need you,” I plead. "I need both of you."
I don't know what I need them to do, but I catch Ryker's gaze going to my breast. When did I start massaging my breast, squeezing my nipple the way I do when I'm alone?
If I don’t come soon, I might break. Mentally? Physically? I have no idea, but I have to come. I stroke my clit harder, and Ryker moves his mouth to my nipple, bumping my hand out of the way, then teasing with his tongue before he slurps me in.
Cullen bends over to take my other breast. This is really happening.
My nipples hurt. The knot low in my belly is incredibly tight. I stroke furiously, and Ryker slips his fingers back inside of me, landing them exactly where they need to be.
Bright lights and stars consume my vision as I plunge over the edge. My body bucks against them.
They double down, suckling my breasts, sending electricity from my nipples to my clit. Ryker's fingers bear the brunt of my demanding pussy as wave after wave of ecstasy washes through me, tightening around him.
The three of us are finally together.
I wish Ryker's cock was inside of me. I don't know how many orgasms like this I can take.