45. Corey
45
COREY
A bbie stands there, her piercing eyes locking with mine, then Seth’s, then Donovan’s. The air in the room shifts, thick with anticipation. She’s not the shy girl from the bar anymore. This version of her? Confident, bold, and completely intoxicating. She’s in control, and damn if that doesn’t make her totally irresistible.
“So,” she starts, her voice steady but with a hint of mischief, “how does this work? Do I just point and say ‘you, you, and you’?” She gestures at each of us with a playful smirk.
Donovan chuckles, leaning back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her. “I’m good with whatever you’re good with, sweetheart.”
Seth, ever the smooth talker, adds, “We’re here for you. You get to call the shots.”
I clear my throat, trying to keep my composure. “This is your show. We’re just the supporting cast.”
She tilts her head, observing us, then takes a slow sip of her drink. The way her lips curve around the glass sends a jolt of heat straight through to my groin. “Alright,” she says, setting the glass down with a soft clink. “But I need to know one thing—are you all really okay with this? Sharing me? Because I’m not about to be the cause of some bro-code fallout.”
Seth laughs, low and easy. “Abbie, trust me, we’ve had this conversation. More than once. We’re good.”
Donovan nods, his expression serious for once. “Corey’s my best friend. Seth’s… well, Seth. But you? You’re something else. We’re all in, no drama.”
I step closer, my voice dropping. “You need to know, this isn’t just some fling for me. I care about you. And if this is what you want, then I’m all in too.”
She studies all of us for a moment. Her lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. “Alright then,” she says, standing up.
The bedroom door clicks shut behind us, and Abbie turns, her eyes dark with desire. “Let’s try this, then.” She is visibly shaking, but so beautiful.
Damn, this girl is perfect.
I step toward Abbie, my heart pounding furiously, the heat in the room already suffocating. Her eyes lock with mine, and there’s a flicker of something—nervousness, maybe, but mostly desire. I don’t give her a chance to second-guess this. My hands frame her face, and I kiss her, deep and slow, like I’ve been craving her taste all damn day. She melts into me, her lips parting as she releases a soft moan that goes straight to my cock.
Behind her, Donovan moves in, his presence solid and unshakable. I feel the shift in the air as his hands slide around her waist, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra. The material falls away, and he cups her breasts, his calloused hands rough against her soft skin. She shivers, her back arching into him as he whispers something low and dirty in her ear.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, relishing the way her pulse jumps under my mouth. “You’re beautiful,” I murmur, my voice rough.
“Corey…” she breathes, her hands clutching my shoulders like she’s hanging on for dear life.
Donovan’s lips suckle her neck now, nipping and caressing, and I can feel the way her body trembles between us. I step back just enough to let Seth in, and he doesn’t waste a second. His hands are on her hips, pulling her into him as he kisses her with a hunger that matches mine.
Abbie’s hands are everywhere—tangling in Seth’s hair, gripping Donovan’s arm, reaching for me. She’s lost in it, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Donovan murmurs, his voice a throaty rumble as he guides her toward the bed.
Seth breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with need, and Abbie’s lips are swollen, her chest heaving as she looks up at us. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” she whispers, but there’s a spark of defiance in her eyes that makes me grin.
“You sure about that?” Seth teases, brushing her hair from her face. “You’re not exactly fighting us off.”
She laughs, the sound light and breathless, and it’s the most gorgeous sound I’ve ever heard. “Guess I’m not,” she admits.
Donovan’s hands are on her waist again, guiding her down onto the mattress as Seth follows, his body hovering over hers. I stand back for a moment, watching as Seth kisses her, his hands sliding up her thighs.
“Your turn, old man,” Seth says, glancing at me with a smirk.
I step in, my hands moving to the waistband of Abbie’s pants. She’s sprawled on the bed, her breathing ragged, her skin flushed as Donovan and Seth continue to work her above the waist. Donovan’s lips graze her neck, his beard scraping against her skin, while Seth’s mouth is on her arm, leaving a trail of kisses that make her squirm. Her bra is long gone, her breasts exposed, and the way Donovan’s hands are cupping them makes me rock hard. I keep my eyes on her as I tug at the zipper of her pants, my fingers brushing against the soft curve of her hip.
“Let’s get these off,” I murmur, my voice low and rough.
Abbie’s eyes lock onto mine, and there’s a flicker of hesitation, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced by a delicious heat that is driving me wild. She lifts her hips slightly, and I pull her pants down her legs, taking her panties with them. They land somewhere on the floor, lost in the chaos of the moment.
“There,” I say, tossing her pants aside. “Perfect.”
She laughs breathlessly, shaking her head. “You’re such a smooth talker.”
Donovan chuckles, his hands still on her. “Yeah, but he’s not wrong,” he says, suddenly serious. “You’re fucking gorgeous. I’ve ever seen anyone like you.”
She blushes, and I reach out, caressing her cheek. “Don’t let him get in your head,” I say, leaning down to press a kiss to her thigh. “We’re all just here to make you feel good.”
Seth grins up at me. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He moves back up the bed, his lips finding Abbie’s again, and I watch as she melts into him, her hands tangling in his hair.
I step back for a moment, watching the scene unfold. Donovan’s hands are everywhere, tracing patterns on her skin, while Seth’s kisses are slow and lingering. Abbie’s moans fill the room, and I can see the way her body responds to every touch, every kiss. She’s completely lost in it, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Corey…” she whispers as she looks at me, her voice barely audible.
I move in to kiss her again, slow and deep, and she moans into my mouth, her body arching into mine. Donovan’s hands are on her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and Seth moves to her thigh, leaving a trail of kisses that make Abbie breathless.
I kneel at the edge of the bed, my hands sliding up her thighs, spreading them apart as I lean in. Her skin is warm, her breath already erratic as I press my lips to the inside of her thigh. She lets out a muffled cry, her hips twitching toward me, but I take my time, savoring the way she trembles with every touch.
“Fuck me, Corey…” she whimpers, reaching for me.
I don’t answer, just drag my tongue slowly up her center, teasing her before I dip in, tasting her. She lets out a moan that’s half surprise, half relief, and I smirk against her. “Fuck, you're honey sweet,” I murmur, my voice low and rough.
Above her, Donovan leans over the bed, his lips finding hers in a upside-down kiss that’s equal parts filthy and tender. I can hear the wet slide of their mouths, the soft sounds of her getting lost in him while I work her wetness with my tongue. Donovan pulls back just enough to growl, “You’re holding out on us, baby. Let go. Ride the wave.”
Seth’s on her other side, his hands busy kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her whimper. “You sure you can handle all of us?”
Abbie’s choked laugh turns into a moan as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right to make her back arch off the bed. “God, yes,” she pants, her voice breaking as I add my tongue back into the mix, working her in steady, relentless strokes. Her thighs tighten around my head, her hips grinding against my mouth, and I know she’s getting close, her body tensing, her breathing ragged.
“That’s it,” I growl, pulling back just enough to look up at her. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen from Donovan’s kiss, her chest heaving under Seth’s touch. “Come for me, baby.”
She lets out a broken cry, her body shuddering as she falls apart, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her voice rising in a desperate, incoherent plea. I don’t let up, keeping my mouth on her, drawing out every last wave until she’s limp beneath me, her chest heaving in shallow gasps.
Donovan chuckles, brushing her hair back from her face. “Think she’s still with us?”
Abbie groans, her eyes fluttering open. “Barely,” she mutters, her voice hoarse.
Seth grins, leaning down to kiss her. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.” His hand slides between her legs, gently teasing her oversensitive clit, and she lets out a shaky laugh.
“You’re all insatiable,” she says, but there’s no real complaint in her voice.
I kiss my way up her body, my lips finding hers as Seth shifts to take my place between her legs. “Guilty,” I murmur against her mouth, and she smiles, her hands sliding up my chest to grip my shoulders.
“I’m not complaining,” she breathes, and then Seth’s tongue is on her again, and her words dissolve into another moan.
"Oh, god, more…."she begs. It's the sweetest thing I've ever heard.