46. Gen
Chapter 46
Gen
T he villa is everything I didn’t realize I needed .
It’s secluded and serene, bordered by thick forest on one side and an endless sprawl of blue water on the other. Sebastian’s private getaway, he called it. It’s a place untouched by the noise that has been our lives for months.
The air smells like salt and sun, crisp and clean.
Max set up a fire pit on our private beach earlier, and the soft crackle of it fills the silence between us. I sit on a thick blanket spread across the sand, my back against Silas’s chest, his arms draped loosely around my waist. Sebastian lounges nearby, one leg stretched out, one bent lazily, a glass of something dark in his hand. Max tosses another log onto the fire and sinks down on my other side.
It’s quiet. Peaceful.
I shift slightly, adjusting my weight against Silas, and feel his hand tightens on my hip.
Sebastian’s fingers tap once against the side of his glass.
"Come here," Sebastian says.
I go without hesitation.
Max helps me up, his hand brushing over the curve of my stomach like he can’t help himself. I cross the few feet to Sebastian, and he pulls me down to straddle his lap.
The fire behind us throws his face into sharp relief. He looks at me like he’s already stripping me bare, and my whole body tightens under the weight of it.
His hands settle on my thighs, dragging slowly upward until they disappear beneath the hem of my coverup. The first brush of his fingers against my bare skin has me shivering.
"You’re not wearing anything under this," he says, voice low.
It’s not a question. It’s an observation.
I shake my head.
Sebastian hums, pleased, and shifts his hips under me, letting me feel exactly how hard he already is.
Behind me, I hear Silas’s low chuckle, followed by the shuffle of movement as he comes closer.
Max stays where he is, watching, always the careful one, the patient one—until he isn’t.
Sebastian slides one hand between my thighs, parting me easily, finding how wet I already am. His fingers stroke through the slickness until I’m grinding down against his hand without realizing it.
"Greedy," he murmurs. "Always so fucking greedy for us."
Silas kneels behind me, his hands skimming up my sides, pushing the coverup higher until it’s bunched at my waist.
Max moves last, stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside, his eyes dark as he watches them work me.
Sebastian pushes two fingers inside me without warning. I gasp, my hands flying to his shoulders to anchor myself. He crooks them just right, finding that spot that feels so fucking good.
Silas’s hands slide over my ass, spreading me open. The cool press of lube against my other entrance makes me whimper.
"I’ve got you, baby girl," he says, soothing and wicked at the same time. "You’re gonna take us both. You can do it. I know you can."
The first push of his finger breaching me is sharp, a stretch that has me panting against Sebastian’s throat.
Max kneels beside us, palming himself through his jeans, his mouth tight with restraint.
"You want him too, don’t you?" Sebastian says, his voice pure sin. "You want all of us."
I nod, desperate.
"Say it."
"I want you," I choke out. "I want all of you."
Max unzips, freeing his cock, thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip.
Sebastian eases me down on his fingers while Silas works a second finger into my ass, the burn sharper now, stretching me wider than before.
"You’re doing so fucking well," Silas breathes against my shoulder.
Max strokes himself slowly, waiting, patient, until Sebastian pulls his fingers from between my legs and replaces them with the head of his cock.
The first push inside is brutal, the stretch so overwhelming I bite down on a moan.
"Easy," Sebastian grits out. "Take it slow."
Silas presses a kiss to my back, and when Sebastian is fully inside me, Silas moves. The head of his cock presses against my ass, until he’s pushing all the way inside, too. I sob against Sebastian’s neck, the feeling of being so full it borders on unbearable.
Max strokes his cock, his other hand fisting in my hair, holding me steady.
"Open," he says, voice rough.
I lift my head, and he pushes the head of his cock against my lips. I take him in, hollowing my cheeks, desperate to please them all.
The first thrust from Silas is shallow but devastating. Sebastian moves too, grinding deeper, the two of them setting a rhythm that has my mind splintering into pieces.
Max groans low in his throat, fucking into my mouth with slow, shallow thrusts, careful not to gag me.
They move together.
Inside me. Around me. Everywhere all at once.
The pleasure builds impossibly fast, scraping against every nerve ending. I feel it coming. The breaking point.
Sebastian’s hand curls around my throat, just enough pressure to ground me. Silas’s teeth find the curve of my shoulder. Max’s hips snap harder, his breath coming in ragged pants.
"Come for us, baby," Silas says, voice a broken rasp.
Sebastian drives into me harder, and Max groans as he spills down my throat.
The orgasm hits like a wrecking ball. I convulse around them, sobbing, the pleasure too much. I feel like it’s going to consume me.
Sebastian follows with a low, vicious growl, burying himself deep. Silas isn’t far behind, shuddering against my back as he empties into me.
When it’s over, they don’t let me go.
Sebastian cradles me against his chest. Silas rubs slow circles over my lower back. Max strokes my hair.
The fire crackles beside us. The ocean crashes beyond it.
It’s everything I never knew I needed.