50. Abbie
Donovan’s hand is still tangled in my hair as we stumble into the living room, his breath hot against my neck. My heart is racing, my skin still buzzing from the car ride. I’m flushed, my body humming with anticipation, but the moment I see Corey and Seth lounging on the couch, I freeze.
“Surprise,” Donovan murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.
Corey’s eyes meet mine, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. Seth leans back, arms stretched across the back of the couch, looking like the cat who got the cream.
Seth’s voice is dripping with amusement. “Looks like someone’s been busy.”
I blink, my brain scrambling to catch up. “You two… knew about this?”
Corey stands, his movements smooth and deliberate, like a predator closing in. “Donovan might’ve mentioned he was picking you up. Thought we’d make it a… group activity.”
My cheeks burn, but it’s not embarrassment. It’s something else entirely—something electric. Donovan’s hand slides down to my waist, pulling me closer.
“You okay with that, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice rumbling, rough.
I nod, feeling a fresh wave of excitement coursing through me. "Oh yeah, I'm down for it."
Corey’s eyes darken, and Seth breathes heavily. Donovan’s grip on me tightens, his voice a growl. “Atta girl.”
Corey steps back, his gaze never leaving mine. “Then let’s get started.”
Seth moves first, his hands sliding up my arms, his lips brushing my neck. “You’re gonna have to keep up, sweetheart.”
Donovan’s hands are already working on the buttons of my shirt, his breath hot against my skin. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she does.”
Corey watches for a moment, his eyes burning with something I can’t quite name. Then he’s there too, his hands joining the fray, his voice an intimate murmur in my ear. “Relax, honey. We’ve got you.”
And just like that, the world narrows to the four of us, to the heat and the touch and the promise of something I never knew I needed.
Donovan’s hand slips from my waist as we step further into the living room, and my breath catches at the scene laid out before us. The floor is a sea of rose petals, scattered around a soft blanket. Candles flicker on every surface, casting warm, golden light over the room. A sleek black vibrator and a feather tickler rest on the blanket, waiting.
“Who’s been busy shopping?” I ask, laughing as I take in the scene.
Corey smirks, his fingers already loosening his tie. “Thought we’d kick it up a notch tonight. Make it special.”
Seth snorts, kicking off his shoes. “Special? Man, you’re such a romantic. I was just thinking we’d have fun.”
Donovan grabs my hips from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You ready to find out which one of us is the most creative?”
My pulse spikes, and I nod, my voice husky. “Yes.”
Corey steps forward first, his hands sliding up my arms, his lips brushing my neck. “Here we go, babe.”
Seth drops to his knees in front of me, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my skirt. “Let’s get this off, sweetheart. Can’t have anything in the way.”
Donovan’s hands push my shirt off my shoulders, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re gonna be busy tonight, darling.”
The moment my clothes hit the floor, Seth’s mouth is on me, his tongue swirling in ways that make my knees buckle. Corey catches me, his hands roaming my body as he takes over, his lips demanding and insistent. Donovan’s fingers trail down my back, making me shiver.
“You like that?” Corey murmurs, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Yes.”
Seth pulls back with a wicked grin, grabbing the vibrator. “Let’s see how much you can take.”
He flicks it on, the low hum sending a thrill through me. Donovan’s hands slide over my hips, holding me steady and kneading my ass as Seth teases me with the toy, each touch more deliberate than the last. My body’s trembling with their combined attention.
Corey’s voice is a low growl in my ear. “You’re so fucking amazing.”
Seth’s grin widens as he moves the vibrator higher, his voice dripping with mischief. “Think she can handle all three of us at once?”
Corey’s laugh is dark, his lips brushing my shoulder. “She’s about to find out.” I lie back on the blanket, the three of them standing over me as they take in the view. I spread my legs wide, my hand instinctively trailing over my own breasts as I seek out my sopping wet heat.
For them. Only for them.
"What a fucking good girl you are, so damn dirty," Corey says as his voice reaches my ears, a primal growl.
His hands grip my hips, his eyes locked on mine as he lowers himself above me and pushes his fully erect cock into me with a low, guttural groan. My back arches off the blanket, the sensation overwhelming, and Seth and Donovan are there, their hands roaming my body, their voices a mixture of encouragement and teasing.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Seth murmurs, his fingers tracing my collarbone as his mouth finds mine.
Donovan’s hand slides underneath me and between my buttocks, his thumb pressing hard against my flesh. “Come on, honey. Let us hear you.”
I chew on my lip, trying to hold back, but the combination of Corey’s thrusts and Donovan’s touch is too much. My orgasm crashes over me, and I scream, my body trembling as Corey drives into me one last time, his own release following seconds later.
“Good girl,” Corey growls, his voice thick with satisfaction. He pulls out slowly, his hands stroking my thighs. “Now, sit up.”
I do as I’m told, still pulsing with aftershocks. Corey guides me onto my hands and knees, his hands firm on my hips. Seth kneels in front of me, his cock hard and ready, and I lean in, taking him into my mouth without hesitation.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Seth groans, his hands gripping my hair. His hips move, thrusting gently into my mouth, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him curse.
Donovan moves behind me, his fingers slick with lube as he presses against my ass. I tense for a moment, but he whispers, “Relax, darling. I’ve got you,” and I do. His finger slips inside, and I gasp around Seth’s cock.
“She’s tight,” Donovan says, his voice rough. “Gonna feel so good.”
Corey’s hands move to my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples until I’m squirming under his touch. “You're so fucking hot and ready, you little minx. You're gonna get us all off tonight.”
Seth’s thrusts become more urgent, his hands tightening in my hair. “Gonna come, sweetheart. Open up for me.”
I do, and he spills into my mouth, his groan echoing through the room. Donovan’s finger continues to move inside me, and I’m already craving more.
“Ready for me?” Donovan asks, his voice thick with need.
I nod, unable to speak, let alone breathe, but I love it. Donovan’s enormous cock presses against my entrance, and I’m still wet, still trembling from Corey and Seth. He pushes into me in one smooth motion, and I cry out, the stretch intoxicating.
Corey moves to my side, the feather tickler in his hand. He drags it across my skin, the sensation making me shiver. “You’re so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs, his free hand pinching my nipple.
Donovan’s pace is relentless, his hand smacking my ass hard enough to make me cry out. “You love this, don’t you?” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Yes,” I gasp, my body caught between Corey’s teasing and Donovan’s thrusts. The tension builds quickly, and when Corey’s feather tickler brushes over my clit, I’m gone, my orgasm crashing over me with an intensity that leaves me trembling.
Donovan follows moments later, his groan low and guttural as he spills inside me. He collapses onto the blanket, pulling me with him, and I’m boneless, my body humming with satisfaction.
“Fuck,” Seth mutters, lying back on the blanket. “You’re a goddamn dream.”
Corey leans over me, his hand brushing the hair out of my face. “You okay?”
I nod, my voice barely a whisper. “Jesus, that was perfect.”
My stomach growls, breaking through our post-coital haze. Seth chuckles, propping himself up on an elbow.
"I heard that. Someone's hungry."
"I could whip something up," Donovan offers, already standing. "Got stuff for grilled cheese."
Corey snorts. "You'll burn the house down. Remember our dorm room, freshman year?"
"That was just one time."
"Rumor has it that you set off three smoke alarms making ramen," Seth chimes in.
I giggle, wrapping myself in the blanket. "I can cook. Used to be a short-order cook in high school."
"No way," Donovan protests. "You just got thoroughly fucked. Sit your cute ass down."
"Watch me." I stick my tongue out, heading for the kitchen. Three sets of footsteps follow.
"At least let me help," Corey says, reaching for bread as I raid the fridge for cheese and butter.
Seth hops onto the counter, stealing a slice of cheese. "I'll supervise."
"Get your naked ass off my counter," Donovan grumbles, swatting at him with a dish towel.
I playfully push Corey away from the stove. "You're cutting the sandwiches wrong. Diagonal, not straight across."
"There's a wrong way to cut sandwiches?"
"Obviously," Seth and I say in unison.
Donovan wraps his arms around my waist as I flip the first sandwich. "This is hot. You should cook naked more often."
"You're going to make her burn them," Corey warns.
"Burn what?" Donovan asks with a devilish grin. "I'd love to kiss and make it all better."
"Please, I could make grilled cheese in my sleep." I plate the first one, perfectly golden brown. "See?"
Seth steals half before I can stop him. "Damn, she can cook too. We're keeping her."
My heart swells as they bicker over the remaining sandwiches. How did I get so lucky? This weird, wonderful dynamic between us just works.
"Save some for me," I protest as they devour the last sandwich.
"Make more," Donovan suggests with a grin.
"Make your own, you heathens."
"But yours are better," Seth pouts.
I roll my eyes, but I'm already reaching for more bread. "You guys are impossible."
"Yeah," Corey agrees, kissing my shoulder. "But you love it."
And I do. God help me, I really do.