Chapter 41
Chapter forty-one
Abigail
In what feels like a split second, Lawson crosses the room and settles himself on the edge of my bed. Lincoln follows, still holding me in his arms.
When we reach Lawson, he gently sets me on my feet. My arms fall to my sides, and my unclasped bra slips to the floor—Lincoln’s quick to kick it out of the way. Lawson’s rough hands greedily roam over my ass, teasing the fabric of my thong, while Lincoln’s eyes lock onto my heaving chest.
He cups one breast in his hand, brushing the pad over my taut nipple. I tilt my head back, letting out a soft moan.
But the feeling is gone too soon as Lincoln takes a step back.
The sight of him in front of me—hard cock jutting out above the waistband of his slacks—is lewd and dirty. And I fucking love it.
My eyes roam down his torso as he slowly undoes his buttons, and my lips turn up when I spot the small wet spot on the fabric from where my pussy was rubbing up against him.
After tossing his shirt across the room, he removes the rest of his clothes. My eyes rake over his body while, behind me, Lawson slides my panties down.
And, as if it were choreographed, the moment the lace hits the floor, Lincoln fists his cock and gives it one long, deliberate stroke, just as his brother grabs my ass with both hands, spreads my cheeks apart, and buries his face between them.
He groans as he drags his tongue along the seam of my ass and over the tight ring of muscle. “Holy shit,” I hiss in pleasure, my eyes falling closed.
“Nuh-uh,” Lincoln tsks. “Eyes on me, Sweetheart.”
My eyes snap open just in time to watch him gather a bead of precum on his thumb. Taking a step toward me, he reaches out, grabs my face in his hand, and slips his thumb past my lips.
I suck on his thumb as he reaches between my legs and slides one finger into my pussy. My knees buckle as Lawson continues to feast on my ass, but he’s quick to tighten his hold at my waist.
“That’s it, Abigail,” Lincoln praises. “Get nice and wet for us.”
A moment later, Lawson pulls back just as Lincoln slides a second finger into me. Behind me, I’m vaguely aware of Lawson reaching for something—then the soft pop of a bottle opening.
I suck in a sharp breath when a cool drop of lube lands at the top of my ass, slowly trailing down over me.
Slowly, Lawson eases one finger inside, working me open before adding a second, stretching me carefully. All while peppering the globe of my ass with kisses.
An impossible sensation of goosebumps and sweat coats my skin. I already feel so full.
“I want this ass, Honey,” Lawson groans.
I don’t hesitate. “It’s yours, Lawson.”
Both of them withdraw their fingers, and I whimper at how empty I feel.
Jasper chuckles darkly. “So desperate to be filled by us. Aren’t you, Red?”
Lawson’s grip on my waist tightens as he starts to guide me down. My body tenses instinctively when I feel a cock between my ass, but I remind myself to relax.
“We’ll take it slow at first,” he murmurs.
I nod, focusing on the way my body lights up as he begins to ease himself inside of me, keeping my eyes locked on Lincoln.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually the backs of my thighs meet Lawson’s. I’ve taken them there before, but like this—in this position—it feels deeper, and more consuming than ever.
“Tell us how it feels,” Lincoln demands, his voice rough with desire.
“It feels”—I shift my hips slightly, chasing the sensation—“so good.”
Lawson’s tongue drags along my neck. “Lean back with me.”
I follow his lead as he eases us down onto the bed, propping us up on his elbows while he shifts his hips slightly off the edge of the bed, giving himself more room to move.
Which is exactly what he does.
His thrusts are long and slow—but so damn good.
“Jesus—” he hisses.
Lincoln takes a step forward. “You ready for more, Sweetheart?”
I nod eagerly.
Lincoln strokes his cock once more before looking over my shoulder at his brother. His lips tip up in a mischievous smile. “You good, Brother?”
“Linc, you better hurry the hell up.”
He chuckles before looking back at me. “Can you put your feet on his thighs, Abbie?”
“I think so,” I answer breathlessly. Lawson pauses his movements and lets me get my feet on his thighs. The position only pushes him deeper. I tilt my head back and let out a wanton moan.
“Holy fuck,” Beau groans from somewhere at the end of the bed.
“Lincoln,” Lawson urges.
Lincoln steps between mine and Lawson’s spread legs. He fists his cock with one hand and reaches out to rub my throbbing clit with the other.
I think I momentarily black out as Lincoln sinks himself inside me as far as my body will allow—the stretch of them steals the breath from my lungs.
Their matching groans echo in my ear, low and rough, sending a sharp wave of heat straight through me as my body struggles to catch up with everything it’s feeling at once.
It’s too much—too full, too intense—but not in a way that makes me want to stop. My nerves spark and stutter, every inch of me hyperaware, caught somewhere between the edge of discomfort and something that feels past the point of pleasure being an adequate word.
The sheer weight of them surrounding me—while simultaneously taking care not to put extra pressure on my stomach—blurs together until I feel like I’m floating. Suspended in a sensation I never want to live without.
I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything but feel them.
“I-I—It’s so…” I gasp as they thrust into me.
“We know, Honey…” Lawson murmurs as he kisses along the top of my shoulder. “We know.”
“You should see yourself, Abbie Girl,” Jasper breathes out.
“So damn beautiful,” Beau adds.
Lincoln applies more pressure to my clit, the speed of his ministrations increasing as his thrusts become slightly more erratic, as my pussy begins to tighten around them. “Let go, Abigail. Let go for us.”
Lawson bites at my shoulder. “Come for us, wife.”
My pussy spasms at the word.
“Shit,” Lincoln snarls. “I’m gonna come. It feels too fucking good.”
Lincoln’s breath stutters as his hips slam forward one last time before he spills his release inside of me.
His moans of pleasure fill the room, and it’s enough to tip me over the edge.
My muscles tighten, my fingers wrapping around Lawson’s forearms as my head falls against his shoulder.
Stars burst across my vision as I come apart between them, the sensation rippling through me in waves that feel almost endless.
I come for two brothers who have shown me what it means to be wanted beyond measure.
Lawson finds his release next.
Sinking his teeth into my shoulder as a snarl rips through his chest before he comes deep inside my ass.
I think my body goes limp as the three of us come down from our high, every muscle loose and heavy, like I don’t quite belong to myself yet.
Lawson’s grip on me softens, one hand sliding up my side to steady me while the other brushes slow, grounding strokes against the side of my ass.
Lincoln leans in first, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips—so different from the intensity that burned in his eyes only moments ago as he ravaged me. It makes my chest physically ache.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice low and warm.
Lawson’s lips find the bite mark I’m sure I have on the back of my shoulder. He peppers it with kisses, as if he were willing them to make the spot ache a little less. “You did so well, Honey,” he whispers. The praise sinks deep, wrapping around me and settling into my soul.
Carefully, they guide me off of Lawson’s lap and ease me onto the bed next to him. The shift is slow and deliberate—both of them making sure I don’t fall too far or too fast from where I just was.
As soon as I settle against the sheets, Jasper is there, stepping into the space Lincoln leaves behind.
Except he doesn’t stand over me for long.
He drops to his knees, his hands sliding up my thighs, his green eyes dark now—focused on the mixture of what Lincoln, Lawson, and I just did pooling between my legs.
“Jasper… what are you—”
He doesn’t speak. A deep growl rumbles through his chest before he leans forward, and whatever thought I had left in my head dissolves all at once as he runs his tongue through my folds.
“Holy shit—” My voice breaks as my fingers wind through his dark strands. I’m caught somewhere between not believing he’s doing this and never wanting him to stop.
And when he slides his tongue into my throbbing pussy and moans against me, I know it’s the latter.
Jasper eats my pussy like a man starving.
He ravishes me.
Tastes me.
Consumes me.
My next release comes out of nowhere. But in no time at all, my hips begin to move on their own accord. His hold on my waist is bruising as I shatter against his face.
I’m gasping for breath as he lifts his face and smiles up at me. His mustache and the stubble along his jaw are covered in a mixture of our release.
“Come up here,” I gasp—desperately reaching for him.
He chuckles, but climbs up my body willingly—careful not to put any weight on me.
His lips crash against mine. Our tongues dance against one another. He devours my mouth just like he was my pussy. And when he gasps for breath, I whisper against his lips. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
He nips at my bottom lip. “I wanted a taste of my girl. Nothing was gonna stop me from gettin’ it.”
My hands roam down his muscular back as he rocks against me. It’s only then that I realize he’s naked now, too.
“Ready to have some fun, Red?” he asks me playfully.
As tired as my body feels. I know I want more. I want him. I want Beau.
“Hell yeah, I am.”
In one swift motion, Jasper carefully flips me over, so I’m on all fours. I let out a small giggle when he gives my ass a light smack, and when I glance up, I find Beau—also naked now—climbing onto the bed.
He doesn’t need to ask. I already know what he wants.