Chapter 27 Dakota
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Dakota
What am I doing?
I can’t even think straight. My head’s spinning, my body a mix of fire and confusion. I’m caught in the pull of them. Clint, Reid, Sawyer. And I don’t know where to start or how to stop it.
This is all too much, but it feels so fucking good.
Clint’s kiss is raw. No gentleness, no hesitation. It’s a force of nature, a claim, a demand that has me melting against him before I even know what’s happening.
His lips crash into mine, hard and insistent, parting my mouth with a hunger I can’t fight. His tongue moves with a possessiveness that stirs something deep inside me.
He’s so damn intense.
He owns this moment. My body, my breath, my every thought.
I don’t even have time to process it before Sawyer’s hands find my waist, fingers digging into my skin. He pulls me closer, his chest pressing into mine, his lips on me.
Light at first, teasing me, testing me. Then it shifts. His kiss deepens, turns hungry, searching. The heat of him floods me, and when he bites my lip, a sharp spark of pleasure shoots through me.
I can’t hold back the moan that slips from my throat, soft and broken, a plea for more. His mouth is on me again, insistent, a promise of something more than just the kiss.
His hands slide lower, down to my back, pressing me closer. There’s no space between us now.
His body is hard and warm against mine, his muscles shifting beneath his shirt, and I feel the press of him against my stomach. He feels so good.
The heat of him has me trembling, my body responding, climbing higher. And then there’s Reid.
Before I can even take a breath, his lips are on my neck, scorching, demanding. It’s a spark to dry tinder, and I’m on fire.
His mouth sears a trail down to the curve of my shoulder, teeth grazing that sensitive spot just below my ear, and I’m lost. My body shudders violently, every nerve in my skin lighting up in response to the heat of him.
His hands slide down my sides, fingers brushing over the curve of my breasts, sending jolts of electricity through me.
And then lower, his fingers slipping under the waistband of my jeans, testing, exploring, claiming me, marking me in some primal way. I can feel the pressure of him, the strength of him, and it’s all too much, too fast.
I don’t know if I’m supposed to be running from this or diving in headfirst, but my body has already made that choice for me.
My pulse is erratic, and my skin is so hot it feels like I’m burning from the inside out. My mind can’t keep up with the rush of sensations.
Their hands are everywhere, their mouths never leaving my skin. Each touch sends me higher, each kiss pulls me deeper into this web I didn’t even know I was caught in.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
It’s impossible to focus on anything but the feeling of them touching me, claiming me. I’m losing myself in the hunger.
Their names echo in my mind, one after another, and I feel like I’m drowning in them. In all of them.
Clint’s curse is a low growl, a profane prayer, as he unhooks my bra. The straps slide down my arms, and the fabric flutters to the floor.
A shiver courses through me, not from the cool around us, but from the heat of their gazes, the way their eyes trace my form with intense hunger, as if I’m a sacred altar and a wild feast all at once.
Sawyer’s hands are already exploring, deft and patient, guiding me out of my jeans. My breath hitches as my hips tilt instinctively into his touch, pleasure flooding my veins like liquid fire.
Reid’s kiss is fierce, his mouth capturing mine with a primal urgency that leaves no room for doubt. I dissolve into it, into the taste of him, the way he drinks in every tiny gasp and shiver.
One hand tangles in my hair, gentle yet possessive, the other slides down my back to cup my ass and press me firmly against him. Our heartbeats synchronize in a wild, thunderous rhythm.
I’ve never felt more alive. More seen. More desired. And the most exhilarating part? I crave all of it.
All of them.
A moan escapes my lips, swallowed by Reid’s kiss, hips swaying in time with Sawyer’s touch. It’s a dance of intense heat and raw need, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Clint’s voice is a rough whisper in my ear, a promise and a threat. “If you really do want this, Dakota, then we’re going to give you the night of your life.”
I believe him. I want it. I want them more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
Sawyer’s fingers dip beneath my panties, and when he discovers how ready I am, he lets out a low, approving groan.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, thick with desire. “She’s drenched already.”
Embarrassment and empowerment war within me, but when he slides a finger inside, all thoughts scatter. My body jerks, back arching into Clint’s solid form behind me.
Reid cups my face, thumbs tracing my cheekbones, eyes locked onto mine.
“Watch me, Dakota,” he commands softly.
I try to obey, but Sawyer is playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. A moan escapes my lips, captured by Reid’s demanding kiss.
Clint’s hands are everywhere, tugging down my panties, palming my breasts, guiding me back against the hard line of his denim-clad cock. He rocks lightly, just enough to let me feel his need.
“Tell us what you want,” he rasps, teeth grazing the shell of my ear.
“I want…” I whimper as Sawyer adds a second finger, pumping them slowly, intensely. “I want everything.”
“You’ll get everything,” Reid rumbles, stepping back just far enough to tug at his waistband.
My eyes track every movement. How his lean muscles shift under pale skin, the way his thick, rigid length curves up toward his stomach.
He cups the head of his cock with slow, intense strokes, watching Sawyer’s fingers glide between my thighs. Already the sight sends tremors through me.
“Clint,” I gasp, husky, as I grind into Sawyer’s careful ministrations. “Please.”
He doesn’t make me ask twice. His jeans fall with a soft thud to the floor, and heat blooms through me when his hot weight presses against my lower back.
“Bend over,” he says, issuing a command I was somehow born to follow. “I need to take you from behind.”
Reid’s hands clamp around my waist, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. He positions me on my knees atop the couch, my palms digging into the plush cushion.
Sawyer moves aside, giving Clint room, but not before he drags a slow, teasing lick up my slick center. I cry out, legs buckling, but Reid’s grip is iron, holding me still.
Then Clint presses his blunt head to my entrance, the tip teasing my soaked folds. He begins to push in, inch by inch, low groans ripping from his throat as he fills me completely.
“Oh, Dakota,” he rasps, breath hot against my ear. “You feel like heaven.”
I bury my face in the velvet cushion, moaning something fractured and desperate. Every inch of him stretches me just right. Thick, deep, taking me so fully it’s like I’m fused to him.
Reid’s lips find my shoulder blade, brushing gentle kisses before nibbling. “You good?”
“More than good,” I pant, pressing back into Clint.
Reid shifts around, guiding his cock toward my mouth. “Think you can handle both ends?”
My heart thunders as I nod. My lips part, tongue flicking the head of his shaft. Reid groans, hips stuttering, when I take him deeper. I suck slowly, savoring every pulse.
Behind me, Clint’s thrusts turn rhythmic, each piston sending me jolting forward into Reid. I’m pinioned between them, every nerve ending alive: the slick friction of Clint’s cock sliding in and out, the wet pressure of Reid’s hardness in my mouth.
Sawyer kneels beside me again, a low whisper in my ear as his fingers dance across my spine.
“She loves it,” he breathes. “Look at her. She’s dripping all over Clint.”
Clint pounds harder, hips snapping against me.
“Good,” he growls. “I want her coming just like this.”
And I do. My body seizes, a roaring wave of pleasure that rips through me with savage force. My muscles clench around Clint, my jaw flexes around Reid, and I choke back a scream as the climax shatters me.
Warmth floods out, blending with the slick heat inside me, until everything goes white hot and distant all at once.
My cry is strangled, muffled by Reid’s cock, and it only makes the moment more intense, more unbearable. I tremble between them, utterly spent, as their thrusts carry me through the aftershocks, leaving me dizzy, dripping, and completely theirs.
My body seizes, pressing into Clint, a drawn bow, thighs quaking as if the earth itself trembles beneath me. Air eludes my lungs, movement escapes my limbs.
I’m ensnared—by Clint’s steely arms around my waist, by Reid’s callused hands gripping my jaw, by Sawyer’s sultry, profane whispers in my ear. I’m their captive, their plaything, utterly at their mercy.
Reid emits a primal, guttural curse, a beast unleashed.
“Fuck, Dakota…”
And then he’s throbbing in my mouth, his cock pulsating on my tongue, a hot, salty deluge cascading down my throat. My eyes fly open, tears spilling over, but I don’t retreat. I take it all, every last drop.
The moment is a detonation, my orgasm a cataclysmic storm, its force magnified by the raw, exhilarating shock of being used so completely, so thoroughly consumed.
I’m weeping now, my body convulsing like a stormy sea, breath hitching between gasps, moans, and the broken, desperate mewls of a girl pushed past her limits, yet begging for more.
Reid withdraws slowly, gently, his hand cradling my cheek as if he hasn’t just ravaged my mouth, as if he hasn’t just propelled me to the precipice of some dark, exquisite chasm and left me there, gasping and reeling.
“You are perfect, Dakota. Absolutely stunning.”
His praise is a wrecking ball, more devastating than the orgasm. I press my forehead to his chest, still trembling, still half dazed.
“Holy fuck,” I moan, my body still throbbing around Clint, a quivering, shattered thing. Sawyer’s kiss is deep and messy, his words a dark promise.
“That’s one.”
I barely snatch a breath before Clint withdraws and Sawyer takes his place behind me. He eases in, slow at first, transforming the overstimulation into something new, tender, almost loving. It doesn’t take long for his pace to quicken, his hand fisting my hair, forcing my gaze to lock onto Reid.
“You’re gonna take all three of us tonight,” Sawyer growls. “Over and over. Until you forget your own name.”
They’re relentless. They don’t stop. Not even after my second orgasm engulfs me like a tidal wave, or the third one leaves me boneless and shaking.
I’m drenched in sweat, lips swollen, thighs quaking, but I’m not finished. They’re not finished.
Sawyer withdraws slowly, gently, his lips pressing softly to the curve of my back. “You’re okay?”
I nod weakly, shattered. “Uh-huh.”
“On your knees,” Reid commands, guiding me down to the rug. He’s calm, but his voice holds that quiet authority I’ve come to crave. “Hands behind your back.”
I comply without hesitation, kneeling, palms pressed together behind me, chest heaving as I stare up at the three of them.
They look… dangerous. Magnificent. Ravenous. My core clenches involuntarily, aching for more.
My heart thunders.
I can’t believe this is happening. This is wild, insane, crazy—but in the best way possible.
I never want it to end.