Chapter 31
Chapter thirty-one
Abigail
Strip.”
My stomach flutters as he commands the two men next to me to rid themselves of their clothes.
Beau and Lincoln don’t hesitate. Their jeans hit the floor, followed by their socks and briefs. My mouth waters as their bodies come into view.
Beau looks exactly like the kind of man who belongs outdoors.
Regardless of the fact that it’s only just gotten warm enough for the average person to work with their shirt off, he’s been doing it for weeks now.
His skin is sun-kissed, his shoulders broad and solid, every muscle defined like it was carved from years of hard work instead of a gym.
A constant reminder of how capable he is.
Despite the fact that he looks like a walking, talking Ken doll, there’s something inherently rugged about him.
Rougher. My fingers itch to trace every line.
Lincoln is different.
Just as muscular. Just as strong.
But where Beau is thick power and sun-bronzed edges, Lincoln is leaner. Longer lines of muscle stretch across his torso, every movement smooth and controlled. His body looks like restraint—like strength held quietly beneath the surface instead of being shown off.
Beau gently helps me out of my pink bra and panties, leaving the three of us naked in the middle of Lawson’s room. A breeze from the cracked window blows through the room, doing little to cool my hot skin.
“Lie down, Beau,” Lawson orders him. “Abigail. You’re going to ride him.”
“Oh, hell yeah,” Beau groans out as he eagerly climbs onto Lawson’s bed before reaching out to me. “C’mere, Darlin’.”
Lincoln runs his hand down the length of my spine as I make my way toward Beau.
I take my time climbing onto the bed, loving the way I can feel his eyes rake over my body, before straddling him.
His hands grip my hips tightly as I climb onto him.
We don’t waste any time at all. The second I’m settled on top of him, he guides me onto his cock.
I sink down, and the familiar feeling of euphoria washes over me as I take him inch by inch.
“Fuck yessss…” he groans, tipping his head back against the headboard once the backs of my thighs meet the top of his. “My girl… so damn beautiful.”
Reaching out, I run my hand along one side of his face. “So are you, Baby.”
Beau smiles up at me softly before lifting his hips slightly.
I brace my hands on his shoulders and slowly start to ride him.
I feel impossibly full in this position.
And, I don’t know if it’s the hormones or if I’m just that desperate to be surrounded by them, or a little bit of both, but every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire.
Alive with anticipation for what’s to come.
“Lincoln,” is all Lawson says, and moments later, I hear Lincoln open his brother’s nightstand before climbing onto the bed.
Tearing my gaze from Beau, I look over at him to find his cock hard and desperate for me, bobbing between his thick thighs.
His usual bright green eyes—now the dark color of the forest floor—jump between my face and where I’m connected to Beau.
As if he can’t decide where he wants to look.
“You look so fuckin’ pretty,” he tells me. “Made for this. Made for us.”
He wraps his hand around his dick before giving it one slow stroke. I bite my lip at the sight of the precum that glistens at the tip.
“Focus on Beau, Abbie.”
Obediently, I look at Beau. His fingers flex at my hips as I sink further down onto him. His blue eyes shine as he looks up at me, and it’s like I can feel his love washing over me. “There aren’t enough words…”
I grip his shoulders tighter and continue riding him slowly.
He doesn’t urge me to go fast—fully letting me use him the way I want to.
It doesn’t take long for the pressure in me to rise.
Pleasure winds in me tighter and tighter until I feel a bead of sweat roll down my spine.
Beau’s hands leave my hips, and he starts moving them over my body.
Squeezing and caressing everywhere he can reach.
Everything around us disappears as my climax comes closer and closer. And just when I think I can finally reach it, I close my eyes, ready for it to take hold, only for—
“Stop,” Lawson commands.
And just like that, the rest of the room comes back into focus, halting my movements. I’m pretty sure I let out a desperate whine, causing Lincoln to chuckle before moving behind me. He presses a wet kiss between my shoulder blades. “Relax for me, Sweetheart. Take a breath.”
I do as he says. I hear the click from the cap of the bottle of lube he has in his hand, followed by the feeling of cold lube sliding over my back hole.
He takes his time using his fingers to massage it into me.
“You tell us if you need a break or if you want us to stop.” His voice is soft, but—like his brother’s—full of authority.
“I will,” I answer. The thick head of his cock nudges against my asshole as he lines himself up. I tense my body in anticipation.
Beau reaches up and brushes my hair from my face. “Relax, Darlin’. Let him in.”
I nod frantically and do my best to relax my body.
“Breathe, Abigail.” Lawson’s commanding voice settles over the room.
My body obeys, a slow breath fills my lungs, and the tension in my shoulders eases as I focus on his voice—on the calm, unshakable control he has.
If Lawson says breathe, I breathe.
“Just like that,” Lincoln praises. He kisses the side of my head as he starts to push inside of me.
If euphoria was what I was feeling just a moment ago, now it’s something closer to delirium. Lincoln pushes in slowly before pulling out, only to push in a little deeper. He takes his time, allowing my body to accept him without pain. Once he’s all the way inside, the three of us hold still.
I feel so full. So tight.
Lawson stands from his chair and stalks across the room until he’s standing at the side of the bed. He takes my face in his hand, turning me to look at him. “I wish you could see yourself, Honey,” he says roughly. “You’re taking them so well.
“Are you okay?” Lincoln asks from behind me.
“I’m okay. But I need—”
“I know,” he answers. “I know what you need.” Every thought I have disappears from my head as Lincoln starts moving slowly inside of me, all while pushing me deeper onto Beau’s lap.
This. This is what I needed.
I scramble for breath as the two of them push deeper and deeper into me, all while Lawson’s eyes stay locked on mine. Beau slaps his hips up with a bit more thrust, and my mouth pops open as I gasp for breath.
Lawson takes that as his opportunity, and—using the hand that’s not holding my jaw—slides his index and middle finger inside of my mouth. “Suck on them.”
My mouth closes around them on instinct, and I run my tongue over his digits as I take deep breaths through my nose. “Just like that. Keep breathing,” he reminds me.
My body is overwhelmed in the best way possible as they surround me.
Eventually, Lincoln’s thrusts pick up their pace, and he begins moving into me with conviction. He and Beau create the perfect rhythm while Beau takes one of my sensitive nipples between his fingers and pinches. Hard.
I cry out around Lawson’s fingers, but he doesn’t remove them. He only waits for me to close my mouth around him again, all while reminding me how good I’m doing.
Beau starts to moan louder beneath me. And when I look down at him, I notice his blond hair around his forehead is now dark with sweat. “I—oh shit—God, I fucking missed this.”
I can’t help but clench down at his words.
Lincoln groans loudly. “You like that, don’t you? You like knowing what you do to us?” His hips slam into me again, the force behind it enough that I can feel my arousal soaking Beau’s cock.
“Mhm,” I whine around Lawson’s fingers.
Lawson hooks his fingers around the back of my teeth, letting my mouth fall open so I can gasp for breath.
He watches as a small tear slips down one cheek, and doesn’t hesitate to reach up with the hand that was cupping my jaw to wipe it away with his thumb. “Are you okay? Do we need to stop?”
Beau and Lincoln immediately freeze. I don’t hesitate to shake my head. Desperate for them to continue. Lawson smiles down at me. “I knew you could handle it, Honey. Our perfect, perfect girl.”
My eyes close with his fingers still keeping my mouth open while Beau and Lincoln continue to rock into me. I feel filthy. I feel used.
And I fucking love every second of it.
With one hand gripping Beau’s shoulder, I grip Lawson’s arm with the other as every muscle in my body begins to tighten.
Beau’s thrusts start to stutter. “Fuck. I can’t—" He gasps. “I can’t wait anymore. You feel so fucking good, Abbie. So good…”
He grips my hips tighter before his entire body shudders.
His release fills my pussy, and it’s enough to throw me over the edge I’ve been walking on for what feels like weeks.
Lawson removes his fingers as the cries of my release fill the room.
I squeeze around both men, completely blinded by the pleasure they’re giving me.
Lincoln slams into me over and over again until he finally comes.
Shaking as he spills his release deep inside my ass.
I barely have a moment to catch my breath when Lawson takes my face in his hands and crashes his mouth to mine.
He swallows every whimper, every moan, every sigh as I come down from my release
A few moments later, Beau begins stroking my hips with his thumbs, and Lincoln presses kisses across my shoulders and along my spine.
“Are you okay?” Lincoln asks, still trying to catch his breath.
My body is still shaking between them. “I’m perfect.”
I turn back to look at him, and he kisses me softly before pulling out of me.
I can feel his release run down the seam of my ass as he does.
He must be staring at the evidence of his own climax because I hear him murmur, “fucking perfect,” before he kisses the globe of my ass and sits at the end of the bed.
Falling forward, I bury my face in Beau’s neck, and he peppers the side of my face with kisses. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper, smiling into his neck.
Before I can bury myself further into him, when he slips himself out of me and gently rolls me off of him to scoot over to the side of the bed.
I’m about to whine in protest, but I see him nod in the direction of the man at the other side of the bed. And when I look over, I watch as Lawson stands from the bed and lowers his jeans. “You’re not done yet, Honey.”