15. Marie
15
MARIE
The adrenaline buzzes in my veins from the tattoo, a low, sweet hum that keeps me from thinking too much about the throbbing on my calf. I barely even remember the moment Sam finished, the quiet satisfaction in his voice when he said, “It’s done.” All I can think about is the way Hugo kissed me, how it felt when Trick started this, and the way Sam’s hot hands felt against my skin.
I’ve dreamed about this— them —for years. In quiet moments late at night, when I let my imagination run wild, they’ve always been there. But now, sitting in this chair in the tattoo shop, with all three of them watching me like I’m the only thing in the room that matters, I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of something I don’t entirely understand.
The hum of the tattoo machine has been replaced by silence, thick and charged. Sam is cleaning up his station, his jaw tight, his shoulders tense in a way that makes it hard for me to breathe. Trick is leaning against the wall, his grin soft but playful, and Hugo…Hugo hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the moment I kissed him back.
I don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s one of them. All I know is that I can’t hold back the words that tumble out of my mouth. “I want…more.”
It’s barely a whisper, but it feels like it echoes through my bones, calling to the inner need I’ve felt for them ever since I can remember.
Trick is the first to respond, his grin widening as he steps toward me. “More, huh?”
I nod, my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure they can hear it.
“You sure about that, sweetheart?” Hugo asks, his voice low and teasing, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “More is…”
“There will be consequences,” Sam cautions.
Of all of them, he’s the one I expect to object. He’s careful, so damn careful around me. He has been since I came back. The other two, not so much. Trick’s a flirt, and until last night, I thought it was just who he was. I didn’t know he was serious about it. Hugo…I’ve caught him looking at me a few times, and today in the library, that was unexpected and expected at the same time.
But Sam? He looks at me like I’m a fragile flower.
He doesn’t know I’m fragile like a bomb, ready to explode.
“I know that, Sam.” The words hang in the air, heavier than I expect, but I don’t take them back. “But I want more.”
“More with who?” Trick pushes.
I swallow, but I’m not changing my mind about this. Maybe it’s the adrenaline from the tattoo or the kisses or getting attacked by Crow, but I brought it up, and I’m not leaving until I know where I stand with them.
I lock eyes with Sam to make this perfectly clear. “More with all of you.”
I have never seen someone stride faster than he does, coming toward me. His hot hands cup my face before he kisses me harder than the other two. I thought he’d be gentle, but I was wrong. His kiss is needful, aggressive. Like he’s worried I’ll stop him or I don’t mean what I said.
I meant every word, and I plan to show him.
I reach up for his shoulders and tug. I want him closer, on top of me, something, anything. I just need to feel him. Feel this moment.
But he backs off, breaking the kiss. He presses his forehead to mine, and I breathe his breath. All I see is those almost black eyes staring back at me. “This can’t happen.”
“Oh, it’s happening,” Trick says as he closes in too. His big hand strokes my calf, the one without the fresh tattoo.
“Why not?” I ask Sam.
“You’re…and I’m…we’re too old for you.”
A nervous laugh pops out of me. “Do you think I care about any of that?”
“Clearly not,” Hugo interjects.
Sam huffs. “This is a bad idea.”
“We’ve gone from an impossibility to just a bad idea now? That sounds like progress,” I tease.
He laughs once, sharply. “You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you, girl?”
“I’ll try.”
He grins and it’s beautiful. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him smile like that, and my heart does this funny thing in my chest. I want to make him smile like that again, but then he kisses me, and my priorities shift.
The next moments blur together, a rush of heat and nerves and anticipation that I’m not entirely prepared for. I don’t even know who takes my shoes off—maybe it’s Trick, maybe it’s Hugo—but suddenly they’re gone, and a hand slips from my calf to my inner thigh. Someone kisses my wrist before kissing their way up my arm. I lose track of them when Sam’s tongue enters my mouth. There’s a pleasure in that I never expected.
I’ve been kissed before. But it was nothing like kissing Trick, Hugo, or Sam. There wasn’t the heady sense that I’m floating in my body. No waves of heat beneath my skin. Those other kisses were bottom tier. Loose lips or worse, bad breath. Worst of all, meaningless.
Before I left for Boston with Mom, Danny Brooker had been my first and only kiss. The boys in the north were just that—boys. They didn’t know how to kiss like this. How to make a woman feel ravished with just their mouths.
Right now, it’s more than their mouths ravishing me. I’m surrounded by them, their hands and lips everywhere, and it’s better than I ever imagined it could be. My heart races, and I’m so damn wet that I worry it’ll be off-putting.
“Relax,” Sam murmurs, his lips brushing against my jaw as he kisses me there and down my throat. “We’ve got you.”
I close my eyes, letting the words sink in, and something inside me unravels. I’ve never done this before. I’m nervous. Excited. Terrified. In a good way.
It’s not just about the physical touch—it’s about them. The way Trick’s laughter wraps around me like a blanket, the way Hugo’s hands feel like they’re holding me together, the way Sam’s eyes never leave mine, even when his lips move to my shoulder. They take their time, each movement careful and deliberate, like they’re afraid I’ll break if they’re not gentle enough.
But then, Trick’s hand touches me there. Over my underwear, but right there. I grip the arms of the chair, surprised by my own reaction. It’s not that I didn’t know where this was headed, but the shock of somebody else touching me is a lot to take.
“Do you want us to stop?” Sam asks.
I shudder at the thought. “Don’t you dare.”
Each of them laugh and continue. Sam kisses me as he draws my dress down my shoulder. Hugo traces the lines on my dress over my stomach, like he’s got all the time in the world. Trick’s naughty hand moves my underwear aside and touches my bare skin.
He groans, “Fuck, you guys, she’s so wet?—”
“That’s good, right?” I ask, half-mortified.
He takes his finger away from me, and it shines in the low light of the shop. Then, he licks it. His eyes close in what can only be described as reverence. “That’s amazing. Not just good.” Those piercing blues open and the man looks like he’s starving. “I need a taste from the source.”
My heart kicks up. I have no words. All I do is nod.
His smile turns predatory as he reaches beneath the chair. All of a sudden, it moves. I didn’t pay attention to the design of the chair before, but the leg cushions aren’t one piece—it’s two pieces, one under each leg—and as he presses the button, my legs spread apart just enough to accommodate someone between them.
I let them.
Trick steps between my thighs and ducks beneath my dress. “You won’t be needing these,” he says before he rips my underwear apart and drags it off. I am completely exposed to him there.
Again.
He sighs, “Fuck.” It’s the only warning I get before he kisses me there. It makes me shiver. Sam and Hugo are watching this play out, each of them amused. Trick’s fingers drag up and down my pussy, and just as I get used to the movement, he latches onto my clit with his lips. Soft, save for a hint of stubble. I cry out, still adjusting to all the new sensations, and I have the urge to grab his head.
I’d go for his hair, but it’s buzzed short.
“There is more I need to see,” Hugo says as his hand travels from my stomach to the buttons on my dress, flicking them open until I’m exposed, covered in nothing but my bra and Trick. Hugo smirks, catching that my bra is a front-closure, and he flicks it open too, laying me bare.
Last night was the first time I was naked in front of a man, and here I am adding two more to the list of people who have seen me naked. What the hell am I doing?
“Marie?” Sam says.
Trick’s finger slowly works its way into me, and I want to rock myself against it the way I do with my vibrator. And then I feel something hard and small against my clit that makes my whole body go tight. The tongue ring, oh God. It’s all but impossible to answer Sam, but I manage a weak “Yes?”
“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
The compliment hits right as Trick adds another finger inside of me, and I gasp. He grunts, “She’s so fucking tight, guys. We gotta take our time.”
“I’m in no rush,” Hugo says, right before he takes my nipple into his teeth.
Pleasure arcs through me from Hugo’s tongue to Trick’s fingers, and I’m on the edge of something big. What that is? I don’t know. It feels bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced. My back arches, and Sam’s there to catch me with his lips, hot and hungry on mine. When Trick sucks on my clit along with everything else, I’m sure I’ve died and landed in heaven.
It’s not an orgasm. It’s something else, nameless and blissful.
But then he hits that spot that I can reach only with certain toys, and my eyes roll back in my head. I’m so close.
Sam murmurs in my ear, “Have you ever done this before?”
I shake my head. I don’t know if he’ll stop because I said I was a virgin, but I will always be honest with them.
“Do you want to keep going?”
I nod.
“Who do you want to be first?”
Can’t use a head gesture for that. I bite my lip, ready to burst, trying to remember what words are again, because they’ve made me forget everything but this sensation. I’m throbbing too hard, so my words choke out. “Don’t know…want you…all of you. Everywhere.”
His chest heaves as his eyes go somehow darker. “Trick. My turn.”
Trick peeks up at us from between my thighs. “Fair enough.” He licks the inside of my thigh. “But I gotta warn you. She’s addictive.”
“No doubt.”
They swap positions, with Hugo all the while still working on my tits. Teeth, lips, tongue, stubble, fingers, nails, whatever he wants like I’m his buffet. He appears quite content there, and I’m not complaining.
When Trick kisses me, he tastes like me. Something about that works for me. It’s like I’ve marked my territory. “Miss me, gorgeous?”
He’s such an ass, but it makes me giggle right before I pull him down for another kiss.
And then Sam is there. Touching me, stroking me, playing with me until he figures out what makes me purr into Trick’s mouth. His tongue and fingers slide around my wetness in different ways from Trick, and I can’t predict it. But I like it. He kisses the inside of my knee as he stands. “Marie.”
I glance up at him.
“You’re sure you want this.” It’s not a question.
But I nod anyway.
“Say it.”
A few nights ago, that phrase meant admitting my defeat to Crow. But tonight, I’m not defeated. Tonight, I’ve won.
“I want this. All of this. All of you.”
He peels off his T-shirt, revealing lean muscles and tattoos I’ve never seen on him. I knew about his sleeves, but he’s always had a shirt on around me. One of the tattoos looks like a crest of some kind, right over his heart. He kicks off his boots and unbuttons his jeans. Slowly.
Giving me enough time to back out. Or is he teasing me? I can’t tell.
As the jeans come down, something shiny sits at the base of his cock. A pubic piercing. I’ve only seen them online when researching for one of my books. Funny. I always thought it’d be Hugo who had one of those.
He’s naked now, erect and muscular and standing between my thighs. “Tell me again.”
“I want you, Sam. Don’t make me beg.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He takes the head of his cock and rubs me up and down, getting himself wet with me.
Hugo pauses at my breast, watching, while Trick whispers in my ear, “It won’t hurt.”
That’s the last thing on my mind right now. I know it won’t hurt—I have a toy collection that’s opened me up, and even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be worried about the pain. I’m the wettest I’ve ever been.
Sam’s dark eyes meet mine as he rolls his hips, entering me just a little. Just enough for me to feel him there. He backs up and rolls forward again, a fraction of an inch by a fraction of an inch. I’m shaking, unable to speak or beg him to slide all the way in already. More and more of him fills me up, and my moans are so loud I don’t hear anything else. There’s no pain. Familiar pressure builds inside of me, and I dig my nails into Trick’s arm to brace myself for more, and then I feel it.
The piercing.
It’s right on my clit.
Sam is deep, so deep my eyes roll back. He dips down for a kiss, and for a moment it’s just the two of us. Linked in a primal moment, our bodies sliding together.
He leans back again, hands on my knees, but still just as deep. I have never felt this full. None of my toys are as big as Sam. “Marie, baby, fuck, you feel good.”
“I think she’s close, Sam,” Hugo notes.
“I know.” He lets out this animal sound like a groan and a growl together. “I can feel her locking up on me.”
Hugo reaches for my clit, and I see stars. He smiles down at me. “Does that feel good, love? His fat cock in you while I touch you?”
“Yes.” The word comes out in a hiss. I’m so close I might die when I come.
“That’s it, baby,” Sam says. “You’re taking this cock so good.”
I’m right there?—
“Just let go,” Trick whispers right before he kisses me.
I erupt on them, crying out in Trick’s mouth as I come all over Sam’s cock and Hugo’s fingers. My body rocks against it all, begging for every bit of pleasure I can wring from myself. From them. Sam says something, but I can’t hear him over my own sounds. When my lungs have emptied, I catch him chanting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
They don’t stop. They don’t let me stop either, not until this one is over.
Not until Sam picks up his pace and pulls out at the last second, coming on my stomach.
I gasp, trying to come back to earth, but one of them wipes me clean, and then Trick is between my legs. Naked. Of the three of them, he has the thickest build. His black snake tattoo is more than just a sleeve, apparently. It wraps around his body, big and detailed.
He isn’t as gentle as Sam at the start. He thrusts halfway in on the first go, but gives me a second to adjust to him before he pulls me off the chair and hoists me onto him with his hands supporting my ass and my legs around him.
“What are you doing? I’m too heavy?—”
“Bite your tongue. Or better yet, let me do it for you.” He bites, but only gets my lip. “You ain’t too heavy for a damn thing. Now let me work.” With that, he carries me from the tattoo chair to the leather couch, bouncing me on his cock the whole way there. This angle makes him deeper than Sam was, and when he sits down on the edge of the seat, my knees kiss the couch, giving me a hint of control.
Only a hint.
He juts his hips up, bouncing me on his dick until I can’t see straight. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close enough to kiss. My tits brush against his short chest hair, adding to the stimulation. Abruptly, he slows down, leaving me confused until I feel it.
Someone is behind me.
Hugo’s mischievous voice in my ear. “Do you think you could take two, love?”
“Wait your turn,” Trick taunts.
Panting, I whimper, “I don’t…not yet.”
“I like that you said yet .”
With that, Trick bucks again, and it’s not a minute before I’m coming again. He snarls like a beast, I feel him swell inside of me, and that little bit extra of him triggers another one. My nails dig into his neck and shoulders, and I’m out of my mind with heat and ecstasy. He grips my hips and lifts, right before he comes in a huff.
He pants, “Fuck, that was close.”
Before I know what’s happening, someone else grabs my hips and pulls me off Trick, bending me over the back of the couch. Hugo lays on my back and murmurs, “My turn, love. I am done waiting.”
Hugo’s cock slides in from behind in one shot, filling me deeper still. He wraps a fist in my hair and pulls. Not enough to hurt, but enough to control me. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but let this man fuck the hell out of me.
And I don’t want to do anything else.
Until Sam reappears at the other side of the couch. He’s hard again. “I want your mouth.”
I don’t have a chance to say anything before his cock breaches my lips. I suck him into my mouth, and he takes over from there. Hugo releases my hair, letting Sam weave his fingers into it to control my head for me. Instead of holding my hair, Hugo’s hand slides under my hip until he finds my clit, and I’m gone. I’m their helpless fuck puppet, and I fucking love it.
It’s not long before Trick is on my tits again, this time with his mouth. I can’t take more of this. It feels too good, too much. I’m caught in this moment with these men, and I never want it to end.
That’s the thought that sends me over the edge, a skyrocketing climax that makes me scream on Sam’s dick while Hugo pounds me raw. He curses in a language I don’t know, and then pulls out right before I feel something hot and wet on my ass.
Sam warns, “I’m coming down your throat, baby. Back off if you don’t want it.”
But I suck him deeper.
“Oh, fuck me,” he mutters right before he roars. His cum hits the back of my throat, and I almost choke, but I drink it down instead. Only a little dribbles out the corner of my mouth.
He kneels down, kissing me ragged like he never wants to stop.
Me either.