28. Lana
28
LANA
Beckett’s command to come is all it takes to send me over the edge, and when he slams inside me again, I choke out a cry as my orgasm tears through me, hard and fast and blinding.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his voice raspy as he fucks me through it. “That’s it. Let me feel you squeeze my cock. Give me fucking everything, you dirty, beautiful little thing.”
I am. The waves of pleasure have me shaking, and as I clench around his cock, my body goes liquid, boneless, and completely his.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hips stuttering against my ass as his rhythm finally falters. “ Fuck , Lana.”
My pussy flutters around his shaft, and he curses again as he curls his body around me, his thick cock pulsing inside as he comes.
Warmth spreads through me as he fills me with his cum, just the way he promised. Then he’s kissing me, wrapping one hand around my waist and using the other to tilt my head back so he can take my mouth.
“You did so fucking well,” he murmurs as I moan into the kiss, his stubble scratching my sensitive skin.
“Thank you, sir,” I gasp once he lets me up for air.
He rumbles an approving sound against the corner of my lips, then trails his mouth across my jaw, kissing his way down my neck and finally burying his face in my hair. Our breaths sync up for a moment, his softening cock still buried in my pussy.
After a moment, he slowly pulls out, his cock giving one last pulse inside me before he fully withdraws.
I make a small sound of dismay without meaning to, hating to lose the feeling of fullness and the connection I feel with him right now, and he turns me around in his arms, something both fierce and tender in his gaze.
“You okay?”
I nod, then remember his command to address him properly during the scene. I’m not sure if it’s over yet, but the need to submit, to show him respect as my Dom, still thrums in my blood.
But before I can give him a yes, sir , he smooths my hair back from my sweaty forehead, leans in, and kisses me again.
“Do you want more, baby?” he asks when he pulls back, his thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip as he pulls away.
“More?” My body starts humming with anticipation, even though I’m floating on the high of the first orgasm. “What do you mean?”
“I want to watch you take my friends now.”
My breath catches, that low hum flaring up into arousal again.
Beckett’s eyes darken, and he takes my face in his hands, gazing at me intently. “I want Tristan and Ryder to fuck you, but only if you can take it.”
“Yes,” I breathe out, the weight of the other men’s stares setting me on fire.
“Are you sure?” Beckett asks, giving me a searching look as holds me in place so I can’t look away.
“Yes,” I repeat. “I want it. I want them . I want all of you.”
He nods, approval flashing in his eyes. “Good. But you will tell me if that changes. If you’re not feeling up to it, if you’re dizzy, or weak, or sore, I need to know. This only works when you’re transparent and honest about your needs, but also about any limitations. Promise me, little menace.”
His dominance makes me shiver, but it’s the concern in his eyes that truly gets to me. He’s taking charge but leaving me in control, just like he promised. Not deciding for me what I can or can’t take, but respecting that even in my submission, I’m an equal part of this scene.
I lean into Beckett’s hands, nodding. “I promise. I’ll tell you if I need a break or need to stop. I’ll use my safe word if I have to. But I want this. I want all three of you tonight. Just tell me what to do.”
“Fucking hell, you really are amazing,” he says, the approval burrowing deep into my heart.
He pulls me roughly against him one last time, kissing me with a possessive dominance that has me melting into him. Then he moves away, leaving me flushed and panting on the bed, and Ryder comes to take his place.
Ryder’s eyes drop to my pussy, and I bite my lip as he looms over me, suddenly hit with the worry that seeing me dripping with his best friend’s cum will be a turn off.
“Look at you,” he mutters, dispelling that worry almost as fast as it forms. “So fucking hot.”
He pushes my thighs apart, his gaze fixed on me as his thick cock slides through my folds, spreading Beckett’s release and mixing it with my own arousal.
“Fucking love this thing,” he groans as his cockhead teases my clit, bumping against my piercing.
I gasp, clutching his biceps as I arch against him. “I’m pretty sure it loves you too.”
He meets my eyes, chuckling, then drops his focus back down to watch what he’s doing to me.
“Need to be inside you, love.” He reaches down and tugs on the little ring, sending an electric jolt through my body. Then he guides his tip to my entrance, but doesn’t push in yet. “Just look at you, all pink and swollen and so fucking wet for us. None of us had any idea how filthy you were.”
My breath catches at the dirty praise. “I’m not sure I knew, either.”
He grins, piercing me with his gaze again, and I love the heat in his eyes as he looks at me. “Well, I like it.”
“Me too.” I bite my lip for a moment, but Ryder isn’t the same kind of Dominant Beckett is, and my submission to him feels more playful, so I go with it. “You know what else I’d like?”
He leans in, tugging my hair until my head drops back and nipping at my throat.
“I think I do,” he murmurs against my sensitive skin. “But tell me. I want to hear it.”
“I’d like you to fuck me, just like Beckett wants.”
He groans, and my breath hitches. But instead of pushing into me, he grinds his cock against my clit again as he grabs my hips, holding me against him, then flips us both on the bed, landing on his back with me on top of him.
“ Ryder .”
I laugh, and he grins up at me. He kneads my ass, his playful smile turning into something hotter.
“Ride me, love.”
I blink, a flutter of uncertainty breaking through my haze of arousal. I’ve always been self-conscious about being on top during sex, and the idea of putting myself on display like that makes me hesitate.
But Ryder doesn’t let me wallow in that old, familiar anxiety or get lost in self-doubt. He rolls his hips, the move making his cock slide over my clit again. I whimper, and he grips my hips tightly.
“Get on my dick.”
It’s not a request, it’s an order. It’s demanding and authoritative this time, and it’s exactly what I need.
I rise up to position myself, and Ryder uses his grip on my hips to guide me above his cock.
“That’s it,” he mutters as I grip his shaft and line him up. “Take me at your own pace.”
Beckett’s cum leaks from my pussy onto my fingers, making Ryder’s thick length slick and sloppy. It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever done, and by the look in his eyes as he watches me slowly sink down, he loves it as much as I do.
“Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he grits out, his muscles standing out in stark relief as he holds himself still and lets me set the pace.
My stomach flutters at his words, and I gasp once I fully settle on his hips, rocking a little as I get used to the feeling of overwhelming fullness. They’ve all fucked me now, but this is different. I’m not sure if it’s the angle, or the control I have in this position, or the feeling of being exposed in a way I’ve never been comfortable with during sex before.
Wade hated the idea of me being on top, and I haven’t had enough partners to really experiment like this before.
But I think I like it.
The bed dips next to me, and I gasp, my eyes flying open even though I don’t remember closing them.
Ryder’s fingers dig into my hips, his gaze burning into me while he waits for me to move, but now Tristan is on the bed too. He’s kneeling next to Ryder, watching with his eyes half-lidded and his fist wrapped around his cock.
“Keep going,” Tristan murmurs when he catches me looking. “Let us watch. Let us see you.”
“You heard him,” Beckett says from where he stands at the foot of the bed. “Fuck yourself on Ryder’s cock.”
My heart pounds. With their eyes all locked on me, I suddenly don’t feel self-conscious anymore. All I feel is powerful and sexy and desired.
Ryder growls as I rock my hips again, his abs contracting as his cock pulses inside my pussy.
“That’s it. Now lift up, love. Tighten that pussy around me and drag it up my cock.”
I do, and it feels incredible.
“Lean back a little. Brace your hands on my thighs.”
I obey, and his cock pulses again, nudging my G-spot as I slide back down his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper, repeating the motion. I know I could come this way if I kept going, but my arms start to shake. “I… I can’t.”
Ryder’s fingers dig into my hips as he urges me upright again. “Do whatever feels good.”
“I want… I want to make you feel good,” I pant.
Tristan chuckles, still working his cock. “You are. Just look at him.”
I do, and the expression on Ryder’s face makes me feel like a goddess. It’s almost too much, so I let my head fall forward, my hair brushing his chest as I brace myself on his firm pecs and look down at where we’re joined instead.
I lift my hips up, watching his cock slide out of me as I rise. Both his shaft and my thighs glisten with my arousal and Beckett’s cum, and the sight is so raw and sexy that I lose whatever inhibitions I still have. I impale myself on him again, rocking back and forth as I chase my pleasure.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Ryder groans as I start truly riding him. “That’s so fucking good, love. Take what you need.”
He slides his hands up and cups my breasts, flicking my nipples and sending a bolt of pure fire down to my core.
I moan, my rhythm faltering as I instinctively lean into his touch and grind my clit against him. “Oh god, yes.”
“Tug that little ring in your clit,” Beckett growls.
I obey without thinking, then cry out, my inner muscles clenching around Ryder’s cock at the sharp burst of pleasure.
“Keep going,” Beckett directs me, voice directly behind me. “Keep touching yourself while you ride him. I fucking love the way your ass shakes while you’re bouncing on his cock.”
Instead of embarrassment, the idea of him watching me like this almost sends me over the edge.
“ Please ,” I beg when my thighs start to burn, not sure what I’m asking for as I frantically rub my fingers over my clit.
But Ryder must know. He bends his knees, planting his feet on the mattress and grabbing my ass. Then he thrusts up into me so hard that I scream.
“That’s it, dirty girl,” Beckett says as Ryder does it again. “Tell him how you like it. Tell us exactly what you need.”
My breasts sway as I lean over Ryder again, meeting every one of his hip thrusts with my own. The angle is incredible, my clit grinding against his pubic bone and his cock sliding so deeply inside me that I swear I can feel him in the pit of my stomach.
“Harder,” I gasp, shameless and greedy. “God, I want it harder. Faster. More.”
“Then take it.”
Beckett’s hand lands on the back of my neck, anchoring me in place as I do what he commanded. I fuck Ryder with total abandon as the molten core of pleasure inside me coils tighter and tighter, until I’m so close to coming that white light tinges the edges of my vision.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, flinging my head back and grinding down on him as I teeter on the peak.
“Jesus fuck,” Tristan groans, his voice raspy.
Ryder stares up at me with a smoldering gaze. “He’s gonna fucking lose it before I do, just from watching you.”
I drag my eyes away from his and meet Tristan’s gaze, and when Beckett tightens his grip on the back of my neck and leans over my back, forcing me forward again, my breath catches.
“It’s all for you, little menace,” Beckett growls in my ear. “Your pussy is gonna be flooded with Ryder’s cum any second now, and you’re feeding one of Tristan’s kinks too. And do you know why we all fucking love watching you so much?”
I moan, my whole body shuddering as the tightly coiled pressure inside me finally snaps.
“Because nothing is fucking hotter than your pleasure,” Beckett finishes as the orgasm rushes through me.
“Jesus,” Ryder gasps, his voice choked. “Your pussy… holy fuck.”
His fingers bite into my hips as I cry out and clench around him, and then his own climax hits and his cock starts jerking inside me. He drags me down against his chest as he comes, capturing my mouth with his and kissing me hard.
I’m so lost in the pleasure that I don’t even realize Tristan has moved around behind me until Ryder releases me to catch his breath. But as soon as he does, Tristan yanks me off Ryder’s shaft, pulling my hips up so I’m straddling Ryder on all fours, and drives his own cock into my cum-soaked pussy.
“Oh god,” I gasp, as he fucks me hard and fast.
I’ve never known Tristan to lose control before. But he is now. He’s clearly at his breaking point, and the fact that it’s for me is like a drug I can’t get enough of.
“Look what you do to him,” Beckett rumbles as if he can read my mind, stroking my cheek and tilting my head to the side. “Do you have any idea how good you look when you’re being fucked like this?”
I moan, and Ryder runs his big hand down the middle of my chest, between my breasts, and lower, stopping right before he reaches my clit and dragging his finger back up the same path as Tristan slams into me, over and over.
I’m surrounded by them. Possessed by all three of them. And when Tristan finally gives in and comes inside me with a rough, raw groan, another orgasm slams through my body, making it feel like we’re all connected on a level I’ve never felt with anyone else.
When his cock stops twitching, Tristan gathers up my hair and moves it aside to place a soft, warm kiss on the back of my neck, then slowly pulls out.
A warm trickle of cum follows, the mingled release of all three of them dribbling down my thighs. I collapse on top of Ryder with a sigh, Tristan’s weight still on top of me, sandwiching me between them.
Tristan places one more tender kiss on the back of my neck, then helps to gently peel me off Ryder with a soft laugh. We carefully untangle our limbs, and the feel of their fingers drifting over my hair and shoulders makes my heart stutter as we separate.
Then Tristan cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “You okay there, freckles?”
I nod breathlessly. “I’m perfect.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” His voice is warm and a little rough, and he leans down to press a soft kiss to my lips.
He eases himself off the bed, but when I go to follow, Ryder chuckles and tugs me back so I’m curled against his chest.
“Not so fast. Let us take care of you a little.”
I’m not sure when Beckett stepped away from the bed, but he’s suddenly right there, a warm, steaming cloth in his hands as he starts cleaning me up.
“You don’t have to—” I say, only to be shushed by all three of them.
“Of course we do,” Beckett rumbles. “Aftercare is essential.” He pauses, then adds gruffly, “It’s also a fucking privilege.”
“Aftercare?”
Tristan leans down to press a chaste kiss to my temple as I snuggle deeper into Ryder’s embrace. One of his hands settles on my hip while the other stays wrapped around the nape of my neck.
“That’s right. An intense scene like that floods your body with endorphins. It’s important to ease out of it with proper care, both physically and emotionally.”
My throat tightens, emotions swelling inside me. “Thank you.”
Ryder tips my head back, kissing me before giving me a lazy, satisfied smile. “Like Beckett said, it’s a privilege.”
“I like it,” I admit, feeling sleepy and sated as I smile back at him.
It’s the understatement of the century, but I feel so good I don’t even have it in me to worry about getting too attached right now.
“Let’s get ready for bed,” Tristan murmurs, helping me to my feet.
I nod, loving the domesticity of it as the four of us do just that.
But just as we’re all starting to settle in, all three of the men’s phones ping at the same time.
Beckett reaches his phone first.
“The club,” he grunts after thumbing his notifications open.
The other two are already reading their messages, and both of them nod. None of the men seem tense about it, though, so whatever’s happening with Radiance, it can’t be a bad thing.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, giving into my own curiosity when none of them volunteer any more information.
There’s a moment of hesitation between the three of them as they all exchange glances, then Ryder answers me.
“Just an update, love. We’ve been working toward expanding the business.”
My stomach zings with excitement for them, and I grin. “Really? That’s great! Radiance is already so successful. I’m thrilled to hear that you’re going to be able to grow it, though! What are your plans?”
He smiles at me. “We’re still trying to finalize that, but we definitely want to focus on another destination city. New York is in the running, but so are New Orleans and Miami. Each one has a very different energy, so we’re taking our time with the market research to make sure the new club will be a good fit for us.”
My brows shoot up. “Oh. You’re opening a second club?”
When he said expansion, I was thinking along the lines of adding in theme nights, or partnering with other businesses around Los Angeles.
“It’s time,” Tristan says, rubbing a hand up and down my back, almost absent-mindedly. “We’ve got great staff in place, and as soon as we can get Beckett to admit that they don’t need micromanaging…”
He trails off with a smirk at Beckett, who rolls his eyes.
“I know they’re capable,” he says a little gruffly. “There’s no way we’d even be at this stage if I didn’t think Radiance would be in good hands once we move to the new city.”
“You’re… you’re all going to move to whichever city you open the new club in?” I ask, my stomach dropping.
They’ve been in L.A. the whole time I’ve lived there, and if I’m brutally honest with myself, it’s part of the reason I moved across the country in the first place.
It just never occurred to me that they’d leave the city.
My question makes Tristan snort, and Ryder shoots Beckett another teasing look as he answers me.
“There’s no way we’d trust anyone else to oversee the early stages of the new place.”
Right. Of course they’d want to be involved in a hands-on way with every part of such an important step in their business.
I swallow down the lump in my throat, hiding my sadness at the realization that I’m going to have to give up more than just this temporary arrangement with them soon. I’ll have to give up being involved in their lives at all, once they move so far away.
Because the one thing the three cities they mentioned have in common is that they’re all incredibly far away from L.A.
But this isn’t about me, so I don’t share any of that. I’m proud of what they’ve managed to build, and even though we’re all tired, I can sense their excitement as they talk about the next step for their business.
“You’ll have to keep me posted,” I say, forcing a smile. “I can’t wait to hear about what you do with the new place. I’m excited for you!”
The three of them set their phones down, then crawl into the big bed we’re all sharing tonight.
“Thanks, love,” Ryder murmurs, kissing me and pulling me close.
Surrounded by all three of them,
I push aside thoughts of the future and just bask in their presence as we all fall asleep.