Chapter 24 Willow
WILLOW
Between the three of them, they get me to the living room. Malice and Ransom don’t stop touching me, and Vic is only a few feet away, even though his hands aren’t on me.
We stop in front of the couch, but before they can lay me down on it, Ransom stops suddenly. He frowns, turning to look at all of us.
“You know what? No. Enough of this couch shit. If we’re gonna do this, we need a bed.”
Malice arches an eyebrow at him. “What do you suggest then? It’s not like we have a bed that’s big enough for all of us.”
“And it’s not like we’re not gonna be all on top of each other,” Ransom fires back.
“Not mine,” Vic says, and I can’t help but smile at him. He’s into this, I can tell from his dark gaze and the tent in his pants, but he probably still doesn’t want to deal with cleaning his brothers’ fluids from his sheets. “And Malice’s room is a fucking mess,” he adds.
“Hey,” Malice snaps back. “It’s not that bad.”
“It is that bad,” Ransom tells me in a low voice. “We’ll use mine.”
“Fine, whatever,” Malice relents.
The four of us make it upstairs in a rush, and as soon as we get into Ransom’s room, he and Malice are on me.
I’m already shirtless and braless, and Malice hauls my pants down while Ransom gets down on his knees to help me step out of them. They work together until I’m naked for them, and I can feel Vic’s ever present gaze on me, taking it all in, not giving me anywhere to hide.
Ransom pulls me over to the bed, and I go down easily, Malice following and looming behind me.
My heart races with the knowledge of what we’re about to do. I’ve fucked them in so many different ways by now, but this is new and different, and I know it’s going to be intense—right at the edge of what I can take.
That’s why I need it so badly.
If this really is our last time together, I want it to be something that will stay seared in my memory forever. Something I can carry with me for years.
My eyes go to Victor, standing at the foot of the bed. His hand rests on his crotch as he palms himself, alternating between rubbing his dick and squeezing it through his pants.
“Will you stay?” I ask, even though he doesn’t look like he has any intention of moving. “Will you watch?”
He nods, his gaze never leaving mine, and Ransom grins, tilting my face toward him for a kiss.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs. “We’ll put on a good show for him. But we’ve gotta get you all needy and worked up first.”
“I’m already worked up,” I tell him, panting against his mouth.
He just smirks, and it’s clear he doesn’t think that’s good enough. He and Malice share a look, and the two of them push and pull my body until I’m sprawled out on the bed for them just the way they want.
Ransom kisses my mouth and then down to my throat, his lips warm and intent.
Malice starts lower, and there’s the edge of teeth in his kisses as he nips along between my breasts and then down lower to my stomach.
I squirm under them, my eyes glazing over as they work me up and take me apart between the two of them. Ransom’s mouth finds my nipples again, and he goes from one to the other, tongue circling the peaked buds, sending jolts of pleasure down to my core.
Malice trails his tongue down from my belly button to land between my legs, and when his large hands spread my legs wider, I try to relax my muscles, letting him push them open.
His mouth finds my pussy, and I whimper, my back arching.
“Fuck! Malice!”
His tongue doesn’t let up, and Ransom trades off between his mouth and his fingers on my nipples as the two of them work in tandem until I’m practically babbling with the need to come again.
But they don’t let me. Instead, they draw back at the same time, and I blink as I gaze up at them.
“We’ll take your ass first,” Ransom murmurs, his voice raspy with arousal. “Then fill your pussy. Since you’re new to getting fucked in the ass, it’ll give you a chance to bail if it’s too much to take us both.”
I nod, my heart swelling in my chest at his care. If it turns out to be too much, I’m sure none of them would hold it against me. But I know it’s going to be fine.
I can take it.
I want so badly to take it.
“Up on your hands and knees,” Malice says, and his hands urge me into the position he wants, surprisingly gentle.
He drags one hand down my spine as I get settled, and I moan softly, enjoying the sensation. Ransom tosses him some lube, and my heart thunders in my chest.
I hear Malice uncap the lube and drizzle some over his fingers, and then a second later, there’s a probing sensation at my ass. It’s nothing that I haven’t felt before, and I force myself to let out a ragged breath and then drag in another one.
“Good girl,” he growls. “There you go.”
He slips in another finger, and I drop my head, my breath going shaky.
“You’re doing so well.” Ransom smooths his hands over my hair and tips my face up so he can kiss me. “Isn’t she, Vic?”
“She’s perfect,” Vic agrees. I can hear the strain in his voice, deepening it a little. “So fucking good.”
Malice spends several more minutes stretching me out, and just as I’m starting to get used to the feeling, his fingers slip out of me. I hear the wet sound of more lube being poured. When he comes closer again, something much, much thicker than his fingers presses against my ass.
I inhale sharply, my toes curling against the blankets. His tattooed cock is so massive that it’s always been a stretch to fit it inside my pussy, and it feels even bigger now as he starts to work it into a tighter hole.
It hurts a bit, even as it feels good, and I whimper, biting down on my lip while my arms tremble, trying to hold me up.
“That’s it,” Ransom soothes me. “You’re doing so fucking well, angel. You’re amazing. Look at you.”
“You can do this,” Victor murmurs, and even though I know he’s still standing at the foot of the bed, it’s almost like he’s whispering the words directly into my ear.
“I saw what you did with that plug. How much you wanted it. How much it turned you on. You were getting ready for this, weren’t you? Even if you didn’t know it yet.”
A guttural moan builds in my chest, heat crashing through my veins as I realize he’s right. I was preparing for this, and the thought of Vic watching me then and watching me now fills me with the same hungry determination I felt that night.
Ransom keeps touching me, grazing his hands over my breasts and my stomach and my shoulders, giving me something else to focus on while Malice keeps working his way in.
But it’s impossible to keep my attention away from the intrusion in my ass.
It’s so much, so overwhelming, and it feels a bit like I’m being ripped apart.
Malice curses roughly behind me, and the sound of his raw pleasure is enough to make my clit throb. The orgasm that was so close earlier is hovering right at the edge of my awareness, ready to come rushing back at any moment.
It takes a while for him to get fully seated, and when he’s finally balls deep in my ass, I’m nearly crying from the sensations.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses. “Jesus fuck.”
“Willow?” Ransom asks, calling my name to get my attention.
I lift my head to look at him, and there’s a question in his eyes.
“Y-yeah. I want it. Please.”
“Okay.” He kisses my forehead and then moves, sliding in under me as Malice helps keep me steady. With his cock in one hand, he guides himself to my pussy and starts easing into me.
As soon as the head breaches my entrance, my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
It’s so much. It’s so fucking much.
The bumps of his piercings make it even more intense, and I hear myself sobbing as he presses into me, filling me up. I’m overwhelmed, gasping for breath, trying to find some equilibrium to hold on to.
Malice’s hand grips my jaw from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Remember what you told me that day in the shower, Solnyshka?” he murmurs as Ransom shifts his hips upward, sliding inside another inch.
“You told me I didn’t need to worry about breaking you, because you were already broken.
Well, I don’t think you’re broken. I think you’re so fucking strong.
Look at the way you’re taking my brother.
I should’ve known it would end up like this the first time I watched him fuck you.
You were so greedy for it then, and you’re still greedy for it, aren’t you? ”
I’m nodding without even realizing it, agreeing wordlessly with everything he says, and when Ransom makes a choked noise beneath me, I look down and realize that he’s fully seated himself inside me.
His blue-green eyes flash up to meet mine. “Ready?”
I nod again, my pulse racing.
“We’ll try to go easy on you, Solnyshka,” Malice grits out. “But I don’t know if I can. Fuck, you feel too good. Your ass is like a goddamn vise.”
As the two of them start to move, finding a rhythm inside me, my head spins. I glance up and see Vic standing by the head of the bed, watching us intently. His eyes track his brothers’ movements, and every shiver and shudder that my body gives in response.
“Vic,” I gasp, and I already sound so wrecked. “Please?”
“What do you need?” he asks. His voice is even more strained than before, either because he’s holding himself back or because he wishes he wasn’t.
“You. Just… I need you closer. I need you here too.”
He hesitates, looking unsure for a second, but then something slides into place behind his eyes and he nods, crawling up to join us on the bed. I expect him to stop a couple feet away, but instead, he keeps going until he’s kneeling beside the three of us.
When he takes my face in his hands, I gasp in shock from his touch. His palms are warm and firm, and when he pulls me into a kiss, I go eagerly.
It’s a brand new experience, kissing Vic this way.
The closest thing to compare it to would be our kiss in the kitchen, but this is like that one on steroids.
His mouth is hot and intense, and he kisses me with a deep, all-consuming hunger, like he wants to match everything his brothers are doing with just his lips and tongue.
It makes me dizzy and hot, and as my body adjusts to the push and pull of Malice and Ransom fucking me in different holes, pleasure edges out pain until it’s all I feel.
“Fucking goddamn,” Malice grunts. “You’re taking us so well. I knew you could do it, Solnyshka. Knew you’d be perfect like this.”
I moan against Vic’s mouth at the dirty praise, my ass tightening around Malice as my pussy clenches around Ransom’s cock.
There was never a question of me lasting very long like this. With Ransom and Malice both driving into me and Vic’s lips on mine, everything is so intense and overwhelming that it only takes a few minutes for me to hurtle over the edge.
I whimper, tilting my head up to kiss Vic harder as I fall headfirst into the breath-stealing pleasure of an orgasm.
My body writhes between them, my fingernails digging into Ransom’s chest. I feel so connected to all three of them in this moment, caught up between cocks and mouths and hands and hearts.
Vic makes a noise in his throat, his hand palming the back of my head. His lips become more desperate on mine, and I can tell from the way his breath hitches and his body jerks that he’s coming.
A sudden rush of fondness and gratitude fills my chest at the knowledge that he did this for me. That he kissed me and then came for me, just because I was falling apart too.
“Shit,” Ransom curses. “Fuck. I’m—”
“Yeah,” Malice grunts, right on his heels.
Their thrusts get harder and deeper, and Malice slams himself hard into me, coming in harsh spurts. Ransom is right behind him, filling me up with a low groan as Vic presses his forehead against mine, grounding me through it all.
In the aftermath, it takes a second for us to sort out how to separate.
We’re all breathing heavily, and I’m sticky and sweaty.
Our limbs seem tangled together, our bodies so deeply connected that it almost feels wrong to break that connection.
I can barely move, and as Malice and Ransom carefully pull out of me, I wince at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
Once no one is holding me up, I collapse onto the bed, too tired to do anything else. Three of them follow suit, making the mattress shift beneath me.
Even Vic sprawls out on the too-small bed, and I glance over at him, catching sight of his flushed cheeks and mussed hair.
He’s still dressed, his softening cock tenting his pants a little and his cum staining the fabric.
I bite my lip to hide my smile, not calling attention to the fact that he hasn’t pulled away from us yet, just letting it be.
“Holy fucking shit.” Malice runs a hand through his dark hair. “If I’d known it was gonna feel like this, I would’ve suggested we do that a long time ago.”
Ransom snorts. “Now you’re gonna want to fuck her in the ass all the time, huh?”
“Maybe. I don’t think she’d complain.”
“We’re going to need more space,” Vic murmurs. “Because I don’t really enjoy having Ransom’s foot in my back.”
“Aww, you love me,” Ransom counters. “You know it’s worth it.”
“That’s debatable.”
“Rude.”
“The truth can never be rude. It’s just the truth.”
The sound of their good-natured bickering fills my ears, and I let my eyes drift shut as I listen to them, basking in their closeness and trying desperately to hold on to this feeling of perfect bliss while I can.
They’re talking about the future and doing this again, and I wish so badly that I could have that future with them all.
But I can’t.
The warmth in my chest fades a bit as cold reality washes over me.
When Malice asked me why I came here tonight, I didn’t answer, because I was certain they’d try to stop me if they knew.
The truth is, I came to say goodbye.