Chapter 5
OLIVIA
“ I ’m not done with you yet,” he says.
It only takes the blink of an eye for Dax to set another fire within me.
This time, it’s an unstoppable blaze as he closes the distance between us and takes me in his arms. His kiss ravages me. His body feels stiff, burning up from the inside out, every inch of him aching for me.
I lose all sense of self-control, my body taking over. My hands move over his skin. His muscles twitch and stretch, faint battle scars covering his right arm.
He pauses to follow my gaze. “Shrapnel,” he says in a low voice, “from an IED.”
“Did it hurt?”
Stupid question, Olivia.
“I passed out,” he replies. “Woke up in the hospital, heavily medicated. ”
“Dax…” I gasp as he reaches between my legs, where he finds me hot and wet already.
“Dammit,” he curses under his breath as his fingers slide between my wet folds. “You’re burning up,” he whispers in my ear, then proceeds to nibble on my earlobe and plant kisses down the side of my neck. My eyes roll in the back of my head as I surrender.
When I open them again, I glance down in the dim light that comes in through the window, seeing his ripped abs, his massive erection.
I lick my lips and wrap my hand around him. It’s so thick, my fingers barely touch.
“Olivia,” he growls.
“Dax,” I moan as his fingers slide deeper inside me. “Oh, fuck…”
The bottom of his palm presses against my clit. The tension thickens and unfurls in my core as I hold onto him. He lowers his head and takes a nipple in his mouth, licking and suckling harder with each contact.
My hips sway, his fingers drilling deeper.
My knees soften and I cry out with a shudder. I explode all over his hand as he finger-fucks me with absolute savagery, squeezing every drop of my orgasm from me.
It’s the supreme possession.
My mind is lost. I barely register the moment I’m placed gently on the couch.
I’m still shaking and moaning, ripples rumbling through me as I look up at him.
In the faint moonlight, Dax resembles the devilishly handsome incarnation of sin, and I’m ready to burn in the deepest pit for what’s about to happen.
“I need to hear that sound again,” he says as he pins me down with his full weight. I sink into the sofa as I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel the bulging tip of him testing my entrance.
Our gazes are locked.
“What sound?” I ask, out of breath.
He slides in, and I moan harshly. He fills me, he stretches me, setting every nerve ending ablaze. “That sound,” he grunts, one arm snaked around my waist and one hand taking a firm hold of my breast. “Fucking hell, Olivia, you were made for me.”
“Oh, Dax,” I tremble and dissolve against him as he begins to move.
Slowly, at first. In and out, to give my body a moment to adjust. He’s huge—thick and long—to the point where he splits me in half by the third thrust. My heart races, my body responds with a shudder. My core ignites.
A rhythm builds up.
He tightens his grip on my breast as he kisses me, and I welcome his curious tongue. I wrap myself around his cock and squeeze, maximizing every sensation until my body sings in anticipation.
I can feel the tension. Swelling. Thickening. Overflowing, as Dax pounds into me.
Harder. Faster. Deeper, still.
“That’s it, Olivia,” he says, feeling me as I tumble closer to the edge.
I’m raw and panting, beads of sweat blooming on my temples as I raise my hips to meet him. He fucks me hard, possessively and all-consuming, and I give in to all of it.
The second orgasm blows through me as I dig my fingers into his back, my nail scratches prompting him to go even harder.
I cry out in sheer ecstasy as he claims me, turns me inside out, and devours me. Our lips clash. Our tongues tumble. I explode like a supernova, scattering into a billion little pieces, as Dax revels in my climax, sensing every ripple until he joins me in the sweetest madness.
I feel it as he fills me to the brim, his cock pulsating in blissful release while my pussy tightens, squeezes, welcomes. We stay like that for what feels like forever, utterly relaxed in the shimmering afterglow as we catch our breath.
“I had no control,” is all I can say as I look up at him.
He’s still inside me, and I can feel him getting hard again. Readjusting and rapidly preparing for what I know is going to be a tempestuous round two. One gentle thrust is all it takes to rip a delighted moan from my throat.
“You don’t need control,” he replies, a muscle twitching in his bearded jaw. “You need to let go.”
“Fuck,” I whisper as he moves again.
“You have no idea how incredible you are, do you, Olivia?”
“I’m not—” I gasp as he thrusts himself harder. “Oh, Dax! ”
“You are, and I’m going to make you see it if it’s the last thing I do.”
It’s going to be a long night.
I just hope I don’t regret it.
Come morning, I wake up deliciously sore. Physically exhausted. Emotionally appeased. It’s a strange combination, but I welcome it with a smile on my face as I stretch out across my bed.
Dax is not next to me.
I hear noises downstairs. For a second, I’m inclined to worry, but then I remind myself that he’s probably an early riser. We devoured each other until there was nothing left, until I could barely move. I finally fell asleep in his arms, sated and feeling truly free for the first time in my life.
Slowly, I roll out of bed and into the shower, wrapping myself in a towel before making my way downstairs with a soft smile on my face.
“There’s coffee, right?” Beck’s voice has me coming to a sudden halt at the base of the stairs.
I hear Leo’s voice as well. “I made enough for the four of us.”
The four of us.
Dax called them over, and I don’t know how to feel about that. I’m insanely self-conscious all of a sudden, naked and still wet underneath this towel, which feels way shorter now that I know it’s not just me and Dax anymore. But I’m not angry. Good lord, I think I’m a tad excited .
“There she is,” Dax says as he pokes his head through the kitchen door, catching me just as I was about to go back upstairs and put on some actual clothes. “Come on, coffee’s ready.”
“I think I should?—”
“You’re perfect, come on.”
I join them in the kitchen. Dax has a towel tightly wrapped around his waist, which helps me feel less awkward. He comes over and takes me in his arms, kissing me in front of his best friends.
“Good morning,” I hum against his lips.
“You took your sweet time,” he replies while I lose myself in the steely blue pools of his eyes.
“Well, you kind of knocked my lights out,” I whisper in his ear, then slowly pull back to face Beck and Leo.
Both of them watch me with intense interest, half smiles on their lips. Their shirts fit tightly around their massive torsos, bringing all sorts of sinful thoughts to mind.
“What brings you guys over?” I ask, though part of me already knows the answer. It’s written in their eyes.
“The pleasure of your company, for the most part,” Leo replies with a cool grin. “You are definitely a sight for sore eyes, Olivia.”
“And you made coffee,” I say, blushing under their softening gazes. “What else do I smell?”
“Pancakes,” Beck answers.
They’re stacked on a plate on the kitchen counter, a bottle of maple syrup waiting next to it along with a bowl of fresh fruit. I offer a slow, appreciative nod.
“I feel downright spoiled,” I admit.
“That’s the whole point,” Leo says and comes closer.
I’m still leaning into Dax’s side, one arm loosely hung around his waist, when Leo reaches me and cups my cheek with one hand.
“Oh, okay,” I manage as he beckons me to look up at him. I steal a sideways glance at Dax, unsure of what my reaction should be.
“Unless, of course, you want to pass,” Leo says. “That’s always an option.”
“I–I don’t know.”
“What do you want, Olivia?” Dax asks me. “There’s no wrong answer, I promise.”
Right, because they share their women. I have the power of decision, though. It’s up to me.
What do I want?
I peer into Leo’s warm, dark brown eyes. I can almost see my reflection in them—my hair, a blonde wavy mess. Coming in with a confident smile and a devilish glare, Beck reaches out, his finger moving gently down my arm.
His touch is subtle, yet it causes a fire to light up in my core.
My engines purr to life.
“I want to see what it’s like,” is my conclusion, uttered with a trembling yet excited voice. It’s all they need.
Dax kisses me first, if only to ease me into what follows, as Leo takes over.
His lips are soft and warm. His tongue, curious and playful.
I taste the hint of coffee, a soft moan escaping my throat as he touches my bare neck. I barely have a moment to recover when Beck claims my mouth next. He’s hungry and possessive, damn near crushing me under the weight of his arousal.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he whispers, then tugs at my towel.
I gasp as it falls off, revealing my naked, wanting body.
I remain still, almost breathless.
“God, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Leo says and pulls me into another kiss. They take slow and lazy turns teasing my mouth, crumbling whatever defenses I may have left.
My heart skips one too many beats, and I feel a tad lightheaded as they nudge me closer to the solid wood table by the window. Dax pushes the napkin holder aside, letting it fall onto one of the chairs while Leo props me on the edge.
“How does this work?” I ask, looking at them with sparkling curiosity.
“You just need to let go of your inhibitions,” Dax replies. “We’ll handle the rest.”
I’m about to say that I don’t know what inhibitions he’s talking about, but then he grabs a handful of my breast, his lips closing around the perky, pink nipple, while Beck takes over my mouth and Leo playfully bites into my shoulder.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as a myriad of sensations come over me .
They’re three times more effective when they’re together, I swiftly realize. And I’m putty in their capable hands as they explore me, peeling away my layers until they can get to the soft, gooey center of my being.
Dax smiles as he gently nudges me to lie back on the table.
At the same time, Leo and Beck take over my breasts, teasing each with their tongues and lips. Beck takes it a step further and lets his teeth sink in while his hand moves over my belly.
My legs part as my knees rise in anticipation.
“I don’t think I’m going to last long,” I manage as Beck’s fingers find my clit already swollen and aching for a tremorous release.
“That’s alright. We can always have a do-over,” he says, “and another.”
“And another,” Leo says as he chuckles softly, shifts back, and settles between my legs, one hand cupping his enormous erection. I can see it through the fabric of his pants.
“Take your clothes off,” I whisper.
Beck’s shirt is the first to go. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
I pull off Dax’s towel and wrap my hand around his cock as he kisses me.
His hot breath tickles my skin, his arousal throbbing against my bare palm.
I’m fascinated by his massive girth, but my mind can’t stay focused on a single tangible sensation as I catch a glimpse of Leo, now gloriously naked and hung like a behemoth, lowering himself between my legs.
“This is heaven,” I gasp as his tongue slips between my slick, tender folds .
He’s hungry and tenacious, licking and pressing against my clit, then suckling on it until the pressure becomes unbearable. I hold on to Dax’s cock, stroking him tighter and faster while his mouth keeps mine busy.
Beck has absolute command over my breasts, his hands roaming. Squeezing. Pinching. My nipples are hard and perky, desperate for his attention.
“Oh, God!” I cry out when Leo’s fingers enter me. He sucks my clit harder as his fingers go deeper, curling upon every retreat.
I fall apart and give in to a devastating orgasm, flailing and twitching, bursting into a trillion stars as everything turns white and Leo takes me to heaven and back. I revel in the sound of his delighted moans as he eats me whole.
“You are dangerously addictive,” he growls as he comes up to kiss me.
I taste myself on his lips and moan.
Dax takes Leo’s place and spears me with his full length. A rough whimper leaves my throat, and he gives me a moment to get reacquainted to his gargantuan cock while Leo and Beck flank me.
I reach my hands out, eager to touch them.
I let my fingertips explore, registering every line, every bump of hard muscle, every curl of hair, every scar and line of ink until I take hold of their cocks, thick and veiny, pulsating with desire for me and me alone.
“It’s like coming home,” Dax grunts as he starts moving inside me .
Beck watches me as I pleasure him, and he can’t resist the temptation to reciprocate. He finds my clit ready for more, his fingers moving in a circular pattern that follows Dax’s rhythm.
“You’re a beautiful sight,” Leo whispers, caressing my face while I tighten my grip on him. “Fucking hell…”
I love the sound of his voice as it falters, as I bring him closer to the edge while Dax’s thrusts come quicker. He fucks me hard, squeezing my hips as the table creaks beneath me.
I feel every move, every twitch, every vein grazing my insides as my pussy clenches around him. And as Beck intensifies his own torment of my swollen nub, I fall into a chasm of pleasure.
“Oh, God, I’m coming!” I cry out in ecstasy and tighten myself around Dax.
He pounds into me, harder and faster, a wild look covering his steely eyes as he conquers me, as he demolishes me. My breasts bounce as three men take their sweet time claiming me, watching me, adoring me.
All I can do is surrender to this mind-blowing release.
I come hard as Beck circles my clit in a frenzy, and I stroke him and Leo harder and faster to keep up with Dax’s beastly rhythm.
“Come for me again,” Beck growls, then stiffens in my hand.
I squeeze every drop from, my lips stretching into a smile as I realize that I am responsible for his climax and Leo’s, as he, too, releases and spurts his seed across my chest.
Dax comes last, filling me up once more while my pussy clenches, euphoria washing over me in waves. It takes a while for our breathing to return to normal.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say, as Dax pulls out of me with a satisfied sigh.
“Are you okay?” Leo asks softly, then plants a kiss on my lips, followed by Dax and Beck.
“I’m amazing,” I reply, purring as I lie on the kitchen table, naked and still shivering from a truly masterful climax.
“Good, because there’s plenty more where that came from,” Beck whispers and kisses me again before Leo wraps me back in my towel and sits me down for breakfast.
“Coffee?” Dax asks me, holding up the pot and an empty cup.
“Yes, please.”