47. Donovan
47
DONOVAN
I stand up and move over to the bed, my eyes dark with desire. "I’ve waited long enough," I growl, my hands gripping Abbie’s hips as she straddles me, her chest pressed against mine. Corey’s lips are on her neck, biting and sucking gently, and Seth’s moved aside, his fingers tracing patterns on her thigh, but her eyes stay locked on mine. The room feels like it’s shrinking, the air thick with the sound of her breathing and the low hum of desire.
She’s arching into me, her chest heaving as Corey’s hands slide down her arms, pinning them at her sides. "You're strong enough for all of us," he murmurs into her ear, his voice rough, and I swear I feel her shiver.
"Look at me," I command, and her eyes flick up, glazed but focused. "You’re mine now." My hands move to her breasts, and she whimpers, her head falling back against Corey’s shoulder. Seth’s fingers are between her legs now, working her slowly, and I feel her thighs trembling around me.
"Donovan," she gasps, and the way she says my name—like it’s a plea and a curse all at once—almost undoes me. But I’m not done with her yet. Not even close.
"Corey," I nod toward Seth, and Corey pulls back, his hands leaving her skin reluctantly. Seth steps in, his fingers still stroking her, and leans down to kiss her deeply. I watch as she moans into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair, and I can’t take it anymore.
I flip her onto her back, and she’s breathless, her chest rising as I hover over her. "You're gonna take all of me," I say again, and she nods, her lips parting as if she’s about to say something, but I don’t give her the chance. I’m inside her in one swift motion, and she cries out, her nails digging into my upper arms as her legs wrap around me, gripping me tightly.
Seth’s hand is back between her legs, his fingers working in time with my thrusts, and Corey’s mouth is on her neck again, biting and sucking. The room is filled with the sound of her moans, my grunts, the slick, wet rhythm of us moving together. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I revel in the sensation as her muscles clench around me.
"Donovan," she pants, her voice breaking, and I know she’s close. Her hips are rolling against mine, her breath coming in short, desperate cries. Seth’s fingers slide away as Corey takes over, his mouth trailing down her body, and then she’s screaming, her back arching off the bed as she comes apart beneath me.
I’m right there with her, my own release coursing through me as I lean forward and bury my face in her neck, her name a growl against her hot, sweaty skin.
For a moment, the only sound is our breathing, ragged and uneven, and then Corey laughs—a low, satisfied chuckle that echoes through the room. "Shit," he says, his voice rough, "I’d say that was worth the wait."
Abbie emits a breathless laugh, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. "You’re all going to kill me," she murmurs, and I grin.
"Not yet," I say. "We’re just getting started."
I lean over her, my breath hot against her ear. “Flip over,” I say, my voice a rough command. She hesitates for a split second, her eyes wide, but then she nods, rolling onto her stomach. Her back arches as she settles onto her knees, and I have to run my hands down the curve of her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.
“This might hurt at first,” I warn her, my fingers tracing the swell of her ass. “But if you trust me, I’ll make it good for you.”
She breathes shakily, nodding again, her face pressed into the mattress. “Do it,” she whispers, her voice rough with a mix of nerves and anticipation.
"Holy Christ," Corey breathes as he takes in the scene, visibly aroused by Abbie's willingness to try anything. It's all I can do to hold back long enough to make sure she comes.
Corey and Seth step back, their eyes locked on us, but they don’t say a word. The room is thick with arousal, the only sound the soft sound of skin on skin as they start to stroke themselves, their gazes heavy on us.
I position myself, spreading her backside wide open with one hand while the other works her clit in slow, deliberate circles. She gasps, her hips rocking slightly, and her body relaxes under my touch. “Easy,” I murmur, pressing against her entrance. “Breathe for me, baby.”
She does, moaning throatily as I enter her slowly, inch by inch. Her sharp intake of breath makes me pause, my hand still working her clit. “Good girl,” I growl, feeling her body adjust around me. “I knew you'd take me this way.”
Once I’m fully inside, I let her adjust for a moment, my fingers never stopping their rhythm on her clit. Her moans are soft at first, but they grow louder, more desperate as I start to move, my thrusts deep and steady.
“Donovan,” she gasps, her hands clawing at the sheets. “Oh God, don’t stop. Fuck me, fuck me…..”
I don’t stop. I can’t. The way she tightens around me, the way she whimpers my name, it’s fucking intoxicating. My fingers work faster, and I can feel her body tensing, her breath hitching as she teeters on the edge.
“Come for me,” I demand, my voice rough, my thrusts growing harder, faster.
And she does. Her whole body shakes as she screams into the mattress, her back arching as she falls apart completely. I don’t stop, my own release building as I see her lose control, her fingers digging into the sheets like she’s trying to hold on for dear life.
Seth and Corey are stationed nearby, completely captivated. Their movements are frenzied, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding between Abbie and me. They reach their release shortly after we come, grunting and groaning with satisfaction at the scene before them.
Abbie is completely spent, her body trembling as she collapses onto the bed. I pull myself out slowly, my own breath ragged, and kneel beside her, brushing the damp curls from her face.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice softer now.
She nods, her eyes fluttering open. “Oh dear god,” she murmurs, a small, dazed smile playing on her lips.
I gather Abbie into my arms, her skin still flushed and damp against mine. She curls into me like she belongs there, and maybe she does. Corey settles on her other side while Seth sprawls at the foot of the bed, his hand resting on her leg.
"So this is really happening?" she asks, her voice soft but steady. No trace of doubt or regret. Just curiosity and something that sounds like hope. "No jealousy? No competition?"
"If you want it to," Corey says, brushing a kiss against her shoulder.
Seth props himself up on an elbow. "We can figure out the logistics. Schedule time, set boundaries."
"Make sure you get what you need from each of us," I add, trailing my fingers down her spine.
Abbie shivers, but she's smiling. "I think I already am." She stretches between us, completely at ease. "This feels... right. Different than anything I've experienced, but right."
"Because it is right," Corey says. "We all bring something different to the table."
Seth nods. "And we all want the same thing - to make this work."
I tighten my arm around her waist. "No jealousy, no competition. Just us, making each other happy."
"I like the sound of that," Abbie murmurs, her eyes meeting mine before drifting to Corey, then Seth. The connection between all of us is almost tangible.