Chapter 23
Addison
Without a word, I lead my triplets down the hallway to my bedroom.
The door barely closes before Axel pins me against it. His hands bracket my head, caging me in. The position should feel confining. Instead, want curls low in my stomach.
“Fuck, everything about you turns me on. Your confidence. Your resilience.” His mouth finds my neck. Teeth scraping just hard enough to make me gasp.
My pulse jumps beneath his lips. I grab his hair and pull hard enough to make him groan.
He captures my mouth. The kiss is all heat and possession—his tongue demanding entrance, his teeth catching my bottom lip.
Liam appears at my other side, and I reluctantly pull away from Axel’s kiss. His presence brings structure to Axel’s chaos. One hand settles at the base of my throat—not squeezing, just resting there. Feeling my pulse race.
His thumb traces my jaw. “I plan on using every minute we have until the board meeting.”
The promise in his voice sends warmth rushing through me. “Then stop talking and start doing.”
He kisses me, and then spins me, backing me toward my bed.
Nolan’s hands settle at my waist from behind. The warmth of his chest presses against my spine—solid, grounding. His mouth finds the shell of my ear, breath hot against sensitive skin.
“You’re still holding tension here.” His palms slide up my sides, thumbs pressing along my ribs. “Let it go.”
I stop kissing Liam to answer. “Make me.”
His laugh vibrates against me. “Gladly.”
Axel’s already working the buttons on my blouse. Impatient fingers fumbling with the small closures. He curses under his breath, and I smile against Liam’s mouth.
“Problem?”
“These fucking buttons.” He abandons subtlety and yanks. The fabric parts. Buttons scatter across my floor.
“That was my favorite blouse.”
“I’ll buy you ten more.” He pushes the ruined fabric off my shoulders.
Liam’s hands slide beneath the hem of my camisole. Warm palms against bare skin. He pushes the fabric up slowly, letting his fingers trail fire across my ribcage. Over my head. Gone.
Nolan’s fingers find the clasp of my bra. The hooks release. The straps slide down my arms.
Three pairs of hands on my skin. Mouths on my neck, my shoulders, the curve where my throat meets my collarbone. Too much sensation and not enough all at once. Every nerve ending sparks to life.
Axel’s palm cups my breast. Thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardens. “Fuck. You’re already desperate for more.”
Arching into his touch, I let him know he is right. I want more.
Liam’s mouth moves lower, finding my other breast. His tongue circles my nipple before his teeth graze the sensitive peak.
The dual sensation makes my knees weak. I grip Axel’s shoulders for balance.
“Bed,” Liam commands.
They guide me the few steps across the room. Hands steadying me when I stumble.
More clothes disappear along the way. My pants. Their shirts. Shoes kicked off haphazardly. By the time we reach my bed, we’re down to underwear and need that crackles in the air like electricity.
Liam sits on the edge of the mattress. Pulls me between his knees until I’m standing directly in front of him. His hands rest on my thighs—not gripping, just touching. “I want to watch Nolan make you come.”
Warmth creeps up my neck. “Bossy.”
“You love it.”
Maybe I do. Maybe I love how he takes charge when I need him to. How he knows exactly what I want before I ask.
Nolan’s fingers trace the waistband of my underwear. Teasing. Making me wait.
“These need to go,” he murmurs against my ear.
He hooks his thumbs in the elastic and slides them down slowly. So slowly I can feel every inch of fabric against my skin. Down my thighs. Past my knees. Pooling at my ankles.
I step out of them.
Nolan’s hand slides up my inner thigh. Not rushed. Taking his time exploring. His fingers brush against me, and I shiver.
“You're so wet,” he says quietly. “We’ve barely touched you.”
“Your fault.” The words come out breathless.
He laughs, and his teeth playfully graze my earlobe.
Two fingers circle my clit. Feather-light. Maddening. Not enough pressure. Not nearly fast enough.
My hips shift forward, wanting more pressure, more friction.
Nolan’s other hand flattens against my stomach, holding me in place. “Patience, Addison.”
I voice my answer without thought. “I don’t have any.”
“Then we’ll teach you.” His fingers continue their torturous circles. “Slowly.”
Liam’s hands slide up my calves. Over my knees. Along my thighs. His touch is reverent. Worshipful. Like I’m something precious he’s afraid to break.
Axel appears at my side. His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing over the nipple until it peaks. “Are you done waiting, baby? You don’t want to wait for us to make you come?”
My center clenches at his words. “I’m done waiting.”
“Then I’ll give you what you need.” Nolan’s fingers slide lower. Through my wetness. The slick sound fills the quiet room.
“Listen to that,” Axel says. “Your pussy is soaked.”
Nolan pushes two fingers inside me. The stretch making me gasp. He moves slowly at first—shallow thrusts that make me want to scream.
“More,” I demand.
“Not yet.” His free hand cups my other breast from behind. Fingers rolling my nipple. “We’re savoring this.”
Liam’s stare tracks every micro-expression that crosses my face. The way my eyes flutter closed when Nolan finds the perfect rhythm. How my mouth opens when Axel’s teeth graze my nipple. The flush spreading down my chest.
“She’s close,” Liam observes. “Her body is shaking.”
He’s right. Tension gathers low in my belly. Tightening with each stroke of Nolan’s fingers.
Axel’s mouth replaces his hand on my breast. Hot. Wet. His tongue circles my nipple before he sucks hard.
The sensation shoots straight to my core. I clench around Nolan’s fingers.
“There it is.” Nolan’s breath is hot against my ear. “That’s what I wanted to feel.”
He curls his fingers, and my whole body jerks forward.
His arm bands across my waist, holding me upright against him. “I’ve got you. Come for me, Addison.”
Liam’s hands grip my thighs. Steadying me. Grounding me while Nolan takes me apart from behind.
“You’re so responsive,” Liam says. “Every touch affects you.”
Nolan’s pace increases. Not much. It’s just enough to push me higher, while his thumb finds my clit.
Awareness narrows to where he’s touching me. Everything else fades.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “You’re getting tighter. You’re going to come for us.”
Axel’s mouth moves to my neck. Sucking hard enough to leave marks. Claiming me in a way that makes something primal stir in my chest.
“Let go. Let your pussy feel everything Nolan is giving you,” Axel growls against my throat.
Nolan’s rhythm turns relentless. Fingers pumping. Thumb circling. His other hand pinches my nipple.
Too much. Too intense.
Sharp and sudden, my climax rips through me. Heat pulses between my legs, and undulating pleasure makes every muscle go slack. Nolan’s arm tightens, catching my full weight as the sensation spreads outward.
Nolan works me through it until I’m oversensitive and pushing weakly at his wrist.
“Too much,” I gasp.
He withdraws slowly. His arm stays wrapped around my waist. Supporting me while I remember how to breathe.
When I can stand again, Nolan guides me toward the bed.
“On your hands and knees,” Nolan tells me, and I want to give him everything he needs.
I climb onto the mattress and position myself the way he wants.
Nolan’s palm runs down my spine. “You’re perfect.”
He moves behind me. The mattress dips under his weight. His hands grip my hips—not bruising like Axel’s tend to be, not controlling like Liam’s. Just steady.
He enters me slowly. The stretch builds gradually—not rushed, never rushed with Nolan.
When he’s fully seated, he stops and lets me breathe.
I push back against him, needing more sensation. “Move.”
He does. Pulls out slowly, then thrusts back in with the same measured pace. Deep, rolling movements that hit perfectly every single time.
Axel appears in front of me. Already hard. Already watching me with that hungry look that makes my stomach flip.
“You look so fucking good taking Nolan’s cock.” He wraps his hand around himself. One slow stroke from base to tip. “Can you handle my dick in your mouth while he fucks you?”
My core clenches around Nolan, and he groans.
“Yes,” I tell Axel.
“That’s my girl.” He moves closer. His hand cradles my skull. “Open up for me, baby.”
I do.
I wrap my lips around him. Take him in. The taste floods my mouth—salt and heat.
“Fuck.” His hips jerk forward involuntarily. “That mouth.”
I work him with my tongue. Take him deeper.
Nolan’s rhythm doesn’t change behind me. Still slow. Still deliberate. But his fingers dig into my hips harder now. The only sign he’s affected by the view.
The position puts me completely at their mercy. Nolan controlling the pace from behind. Axel’s hand in my hair. My mouth full. My body stretched and used and wanted in ways that make my head spin.
“You have no idea how good you look right now.” Axel’s voice is rough. Ragged.
I hum around him. The vibration makes his grip tighten in my hair.
“Do that again.”
Nolan moves faster. “She’s going to come.”
He’s right. My need spirals tighter. Everything is too intense. Too much sensation.
“Touch yourself,” Axel commands. “Make yourself come while you’re sucking my dick and getting fucked from behind.”
I reach between my legs. The angle is awkward. My arm barely fits. But my fingers find my clit.
The contact makes me whimper around Axel.
“That’s it.” He brushes my cheek with his knuckles. Tender despite the crude words. “I love that you’re taking both of our cocks.”
I circle my clit. Press hard. The sensation, combined with Nolan deep inside me, and Axel heavy on my tongue, pushes me higher.
Axel’s hips start to move. Shallow thrusts that match Nolan’s rhythm. “Come for us, baby. Let your pussy drain Nolan dry.”