47. Indie
Chapter 47
Indie
T he power cuts again. Apparently, they’re working on the mainlines and had to disconnect it all. Power isn’t expected for another few hours, which means we build the fire again. Luckily, it was still going for the aesthetics, but Ram tends it higher when the power drops.
Tripp lights a few emergency candles around the room to help with moving around the house and makes sure we’re able to go to the bathroom without tripping on Bilbo or someone’s boots.
Despite the fire, the chill fills the house pretty quickly since it’s still below freezing outside. I grab one of the thick cashmere blankets and wrap it around me, bundling up on the couch.
Beau plops down beside me with a grin. “You know, if you really wanna stay warm, we could get naked and cuddle.”
I laugh. “Is that really the best way to stay warm?”
“Yes, actually,” Ram adds. When I glance over at him, he holds up his hands. “Don’t blame me. It’s science.”
I raise my brow and then because I’m still riding the high from tasting Tripp’s phenomenal peach cobbler, I shrug the blanket back. Looking Beau right in the eyes, I pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor.
His eyes widen at the move before he starts frantically ripping his clothes off. “You ain’t gotta tell me twice,” he laughs, getting naked in record time. “I’ve been prepared for this my whole life. That’s why we got a fur rug,” he adds, pointing to the plush rug under our feet.
“You saying you’re gonna fuck me on it?” I tease.
Ram stands up and I glance over at him. . .
. . . and nearly swallow my tongue when he starts loosening his bolo tie.
“He’s sayin’ we all are,” Ram clarifies. “In case you were confused.”
Yep. I think I combust. Am I even alive right now? Damn sure feels like I’m dreaming. Especially when Tripp’s husky laugh fills the air, and he starts tugging his t-shirt over his head. Well, okay. Looks like I’m about to ride this train to heaven then.
Suddenly, the confidence I had shrivels up and I’m left sitting there, slack-jawed, as I watch the three men shed themselves of their clothing. Three men. At the same time. How do I?—
“Don’t overthink it,” Ram purrs as he steps in front of me naked. He reaches down and tips up my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I’ve got you, periodista . We all do.”
He’s holding his bolo tie in his other hand, and as I look up at him, he loops it around my head and tightens it just enough that the sun with the red jewel in the middle sits at my throat. The two metal ends hang down between my breasts.
“Stand,” Tripp orders and I do as he says, lifting to my feet as Ram moves back to give me space.
Beau reaches for the waistband of my sweatpants and tugs them down. Tripp reaches around to my bra snaps and flicks them apart. I’m naked within seconds, the chill air making my nipples pebble immediately. Ram hums under his breath at the sight of me, the flickering flames of the fireplace and the candles set around giving everything an ethereal glow. Tripp pushes my shoulders, forcing me back down on the couch so that I’m sitting in front of them. All three men step forward, their cocks in their hands, each of them hard.
Ram grabs the bolo tie at my neck and drags me forward. When he presses the tip of his cock to my lips, I pop them open, sucking him inside. The string of Spanish that falls from his lips is almost therapeutic. I don’t know what he says, but damn if it doesn’t make me wet.
“Hands out to the sides, periodista ,” Ram orders.
I do as he says, lifting my hands, and both Tripp and Beau guide them to their own erections, allowing me to stroke them while Ram starts to slowly fuck my throat. He doesn’t force himself. He just slowly takes his pleasure.
Tripp grabs my hair and pulls me off Ram’s cock before directing me to his. I eagerly open my mouth, taking him in, only for him to press deep from the first stroke and hold me there. I look up at him to find his eyes already looking down at me, desire swirls in their depths. When I’m certain I won’t be able to hold my breath any longer, he lets me slide back and get a breath before sliding back inside.
When it’s Beau’s turn, he switches places with Ram and strokes himself, watching as Tripp slowly fucks my throat. When Tripp releases me, I immediately swing over to Beau, licking the leaking tip of him. Where Tripp and Ram were soft and gentle, Beau is the opposite. The moment I open my lips, he grabs a fistful of my hair and strokes inside with sharp thrusts, making me gag, moaning at the feeling of my throat squeezing him.
“You feel so good, Indie bird,” he moans. “I bet you’re gushing between those thighs.”
“Why don’t you find out?” Ram asks him. “Show our periodista some love.”
“With pleasure,” Beau groans, pulling from my lips and dropping to the fur rug on his back. “Sit on my face, Indie bird.”
Flushing, I slide from the couch onto my knees and slowly straddle Beau’s shoulders. The moment I’m close, he wraps his arms around my thighs and jerks me forward, sealing his lips over my core and making me gasp out loud.
Tripp and Ram both step forward and I wrap my hands around them, pulling them in and alternating as I swirl my tongue around their tips and switch. Beau clamps down hard on my thighs, forcing me to grind down on his face.
“Look at you,” Ram purrs down at me as I take Tripp’s cock in my throat. “So eager for us to fill you up. I bet you’re going to look beautiful stuffed with three cocks.”
I flick my eyes up at him, and he grins at me, those adorable dimples highlighted in the shadows of the flickering light.
“We’ll start easy on you,” Tripp reassures me as he strokes against my tongue. “At first.”
Beau growls against my core, licking up my wetness, making my thighs shake as he tries to swallow me whole.
Tripp’s words imply that shit is going to get crazy, and you know what. . . I’m okay with that. With my knees nestled in the fur rug, the fire burning in the fireplace, these three men hungrily watching me, I’m prepared for anything they throw at me.
I think.
Ram reaches down and grabs me around the waist, lifting me. “Hands and knees, periodista ,” he instructs. I do as he says as he places me on the fur rug. He runs his hand along my spine even as Tripp repositions himself behind me. Ram settles at my front. “Two first,” he murmurs. “Beau, you keep up what you’re doin’.”
Beau slides back under me, his hands running along my chest, stroking, driving me mad as his lips follow his trail back down to my core. His lips seal around my clit and he flattens his tongue there. My core tightens and I gasp.
“Fuck yeah, Indie bird,” Beau groans against me. “I want you to shower me in your pleasure.”
“Allow me to help with that,” Tripp purrs, reaching down to slide his fingers inside me. He curls them, searching, and the second he finds that spot, he quickly strokes inside, hitting it over and over again, dragging a cry from my lips as I squirt around his fingers.
Beau growls and presses in tighter against my clit, desperate for more.
“Fuck yeah,” Tripp grunts, and then pulls his fingers out. I don’t have long to mourn the loss though. His cock is right behind him, pressing inside me while Beau still swirls his tongue around my clit.
“Oh,” I gasp, my fingers curling into the rug. The moment my mouth opens, Ram presses his cock inside, stealing any words I’d been about to say. He strokes inside faster now, matching Tripp’s rhythm, each of them stroking inside me and driving me insane.
I need more. I want more. Fuck, I’m going to explode if they don’t all fill me.
“What do you say, periodista ?” Ram purrs as he fucks my throat. “Should we turn up the difficulty?” I look up at him, hoping my eyes give away my answer. When he grins, I know it does. “Good girl. For this round, I wanna hear you scream.”
He pulls from my lips and Beau slips from inside me. Someone shoves down on my upper back, forcing my chest onto the fur rug with my ass in the air. Tripp doesn’t pull out. Instead, he starts to fuck me, hard and fast. I cry out as I gush around him, my first orgasm slamming into me before I’m consciously aware of it. I squirt around his cock, and he groans in pleasure, his hands holding onto my hips gently despite his brutal pounding.
“Again,” Tripp orders. “No breaks, scribbler.”
My thighs tense as he fucks me, as he winds me up again, but before I can finish, he jerks out. I look over my shoulder to see them switching, to see Beau lining himself up with my core.
“My Indie bird,” Beau purrs, just before he spears me on his cock.
There’s no build up. There’s no ease onto him. He comes over me, pressing his chest to my back, as he fucks me hard and fast, one of his knees on the rug, one up so he can fuck me better. His lips trail kisses along my spine as he fucks me, whispering sweet words as he does so, a juxtaposition of how brutal his thighs slap against mine.
“You’re doing so good,” Ram purrs. “ Fuiste hecha para nosotros .”
“Yes,” I cry out, despite not knowing what he’s saying. I come apart again, gushing around Beau’s cock as he fucks me, and he groans against my spine.
“Rammie’s turn,” Beau purrs, pulling out of me.
I brace myself as Ram lines up behind me.
“You’re being too quiet,” Ram chastises. “Don’t worry. I’ll fix that.”
He slams inside of me and immediately starts to fuck up into me. I cry out, my fingers searching for purchase in the fur rug to keep from sliding.
“Louder,” he growls.
I’m not conscious of how loud I’m being. Hell, I’m barely in control of my body, let alone my voice. Whatever level I cry out at, it isn’t good enough for Ram. He jerks me up by my hair before grabbing my throat, his bolo tie still hanging between my breasts. His teeth trace the shell of my ear.
“I said louder, periodista ,” he snarls.
Holding me in that position, he fucks me, my cries echoing in the room as Tripp and Beau watch, their hands slowly stroking their cocks. I leak around Ram, gushing at the pleasure of it.
“You can do better than that,” Tripp encourages as he watches through half-lidded eyes. “I expect the world to hear what we do to you.”
Beau tilts his head. “I think she needs more cock.”
Ram pauses, his lips on my neck. “Is that right, periodista ?” he breaths. “Do you need more cock?”
I nod frantically, uncaring what that more is. “Please.”
He nods to Beau who immediately steps in front of me. My eyes widen as Beau grins and presses against my front, his cock pressing against my entrance where Ram currently rests.
“Deep breath,” Ram purrs in my ear. “We’ve got you.”
Beau presses inside, his cock rubbing against Ram’s as he stretches me out more. The pressure steals my breath as he fills me further. I’m wet enough that it’s a gentle transition, but I think I stop breathing at the feeling of both of them inside me. When they start to move, I think I lose consciousness.
Nope. Just coherence.
My cries do get louder. I know because Ram tells me how good I’m doing as they take turns stroking inside me. The thought of their cocks touching each other does me in. I squirt around them, making a mess of the rug, my body wound so tight, when I shatter, I don’t even know what day it is. If anyone asked me my name right then, I’d have had to guess.
“Would you like to be filled some more?” Ram purrs in my ear. I nod my head vigorously. “Beau?”
Beau leans back onto the rug, taking me with him. Ram slips out of me, and I start fucking Beau, bouncing up and down on him while I have the chance. He moans beneath me, his hands on my thighs as ride him.
“Look how eager you are for us,” Ram purrs. “Tell us who you belong to.”
“You,” I pant, as I fuck Beau.
“Say our names,” Ram orders. “Say who you belong to, who this pussy belongs to.”
“Ram,” I grunt. “Tripp. Beau.” Someone shoves me down onto Beau, forcing me into a better angle. “The Crimson Three.”
“That’s right,” Ram praises. “That’s right, periodista .” His fingers trace against my ass. “I think this is a good place for a roman numeral three.”
Someone presses inside with Beau again, stretching me, taking me. I moan in pleasure for about three seconds, before I feel everyone shift and another pressure is at my back entrance.
“Deep breaths, Indie bird,” Beau purrs beneath me. “Let us fill you up.”
“You’re so tight,” Ram groans, and I know it’s him pressing into my ass. “So perfect.”
I groan at the feeling of it, of being stretched so fully, I can barely breathe. He pops past the tight ring of muscles, and then he slowly eases further inside me with short sharp thrusts. Tripp and Beau hold still while I adjust, their cock resting inside me. When the small bite of pain turns to pleasure, once Ram is more fully inside me, then they all begin to move.
And the world ends.
At least, it feels that way. I shatter almost immediately, gushing around their cocks as I scream my pleasure. All three men hiss at the feeling of it, as I cry out, scratching at Beau beneath me.
“Eyes on me,” Beau grunts when my eyes slide closed from pleasure. When I still don’t listen, his hand snaps out and he grabs the bolo tie, tightening it. “Eyes on me, Indie bird.”
I pop my eyes open as they ride me, as they all fill me until I’m stretched into constant pleasure. I leak with every thrust, my body convulsing in one long orgasm that never seems to end.
“We’re going to paint you with our cum,” Tripp groans. “You’re going to wear us on your skin.”
The three of them pick up their paces, fucking me brutally, my fingers digging into Beau’s tattoos as I hold on for dear life. Every part of me falls apart and is remade in this moment. I don’t know up from down, who from what. All I know is that my body is on fire, like I’m holding onto a live wire and can’t let go. I collapse at some point and Beau wraps his arms around me, his lips whispering sweet words I can’t focus on.
Someone pulls out, and then another, and then I’m moving through the air as Tripp positions me on my back on the rug, close to the fire. My skin is slick with sweat as he comes over top of me, stroking his cock inside my pussy with quick brutal thrusts before he jerks out, and he starts to release across my stomach with a groan. He immediately moves away and Ram takes over, stroking inside and pulling out. He releases a little, adding to the amount on my skin, before he presses back inside, and does it again. He finishes across my stomach three times, his final release dragging a ragged groan from his lips as he paints my skin.
“My turn, Indie bird,” Beau groans as he takes over, fucking me. “And I expect you to finish with me.”
He jerks my legs up, pistoning inside me with desperate thrusts that have me crying out as I squirt around him.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “Am I doing good for you, little outsider? Is this what you want?” I nod my head as much as I’m able to as I claw at his shoulders. “Good,” he groans. “I’m yours. All yours. Now, come for me.”
My body shakes as I cry out, convulsing as he fucks me. Only once he’s certain I’m coming does he jerk out and add his own release to my stomach. He settles my legs, his eyes alight with fire.
“Such a pretty, pretty Indie bird,” he rasps as he leans down and runs his tongue along my stomach, licking a small path clean, before he leans up and kisses me. I taste them there, and it makes my toes curl.
Ram grins. “Looks like you’re plenty warm now, periodista .” His eyes crinkle deeper as the grin turns devilish. “I think you still need more. What do you think, Tripp?”
He strokes his already hardening cock and he grins. “Yeah. She definitely needs more.”
My breath stutters as they close in on me again.