Chapter 23 #2
The second orgasm crashes through me. Smaller than the first, but sharp. Intense. My inner walls clench rhythmically around Nolan. I can’t keep the rhythm with Axel. Can barely breathe.
Nolan doesn’t give me time to recover. His angle changes. Hips shifting. The new position drags his cock against that perfect spot with every thrust.
“There,” I gasp around Axel. My voice is muffled and desperate.
“I’m going to make you come again,” Nolan says, and gives my ass a delicious smack.
His fingers leave my hip. Reach around. Find my clit, replacing my trembling hand. His touch is firm. Precise. Exactly what I need.
“Oh god—” I can’t finish the sentence. Can’t think.
Need spirals higher impossibly fast. Climbing before I’ve finished coming down from the last one.
“She’s gonna come again,” Axel says. Wonder in his voice. “She can barely keep me in her mouth.”
Nolan’s fingers move faster on my clit. His rhythm turns relentless. “That’s it. Give us another one.”
The third orgasm slams into me. Bigger than the second. My whole body locks up, then releases in waves that seem endless. I can’t move. I can only feel.
Nolan follows immediately. His rhythm falters, then breaks completely. The warmth of him fills me as he groans my name.
Axel’s not far behind. “Gonna come in your mouth. Swallow it.”
I nod, letting him know I want to taste him.
His arousal coats my tongue and floods my mouth—bitter and salty and perfect. I swallow reflexively. Taking everything he gives me.
When he pulls out, I collapse forward onto my elbows. Completely wrecked.
Nolan withdraws carefully. His hand runs down my spine again. Soothing. “You did so well.”
Liam’s been watching the entire time. Silent. Still. But his pupils are blown wide, and there’s a tension in his jaw that says he’s barely holding on.
“My turn,” he tells me.
I shift onto my back. Exhausted but not done. Every muscle aches in the best way. “No.”
His brow furrows. Confusion flashing across his features. “No?”
“My turn.” I crook my finger at him. “Lie down.”
Understanding dawns. “You want to take control?”
“I want you to let me.” I hold his stare. “Can you do that?”
Axel laughs from where he’s collapsed beside me. “Do it, man. Let her ride you.”
Liam’s mouth curves. Not resistance. Anticipation. He lies back against my pillows.
I take a moment to just look at him. Sprawled across my bed. Defined muscles. Skin flushed. Hard and wanting and mine.
I straddle his thighs. Not his hips yet. Making him wait.
He smirks, waiting for what comes next.
My hands start at his shoulders. Slide down his chest. Feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm. Over his ribs. Along the defined lines of his abs.
Every touch is exploratory.
His muscles jump beneath my fingers. “Addison—”
“Tell me what you want.” I wrap my hand around him. One slow stroke.
“You.” The word comes out strangled. “Always you.”
“You have me.” Another stroke.
I shift forward. Position myself above him. His hands move to my waist automatically, trying to guide, to control the angle and pace.
I catch his wrists. Pin them above his head against the mattress. “No. I’m in control.”
His eyes search mine. Then something in him relaxes. “Okay.”
I release one wrist to guide him to my entrance. “Trust me.”
“I do.” His breath catches.
I sink down onto him slowly. Just the tip at first. Feeling how I stretch around him.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel incredible.”
Another inch. The burn is perfect. “So do you.”
I take him deeper, watching his face the entire time. The way his eyes darken. How his breathing becomes ragged. The pleasure written across his features.
When he’s fully inside me, his free hand finds my thigh. Not directing. Just touching.
I start to move. Slow rolls of my hips. Not the brutal rhythm he usually demands. Just steady movement designed to build gradually.
He matches my rhythm. His hips rising to meet mine. Working with me instead of fighting for control.
Nolan’s hand finds mine, where I’m still pinning Liam’s wrist. Threading our fingers together.
Axel’s palm runs up my spine. Grounding. Connecting us all.
“That’s it,” I encourage when our movements synchronize. “Just feel.”
His breathing matches mine. In when I rise. Out when I sink down.
“You’re so good at this,” he says. Wonder in his voice. “Taking what you want.”
Need gathers again. Different this time. Slower but deeper. Starting low and spreading outward.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Nolan tells me.
Liam’s free hand slides up to cup my breast. Thumb brushing over my nipple.
His hips drive up to meet mine with more force. Still following my rhythm but adding his strength to it. “Take what you need from me. I want to give it to you.”
His hand finds my clit, applying pressure in the same rhythm I’m fucking him. The touch sends electricity shooting up my spine.
“Yes,” Axel breathes from beside us. “Make yourself come on his cock.”
“Come with me,” Liam says. “I want to feel you.”
I move up and down his length faster, arching my hips to feel more pressure against my clit. Chasing the edge. His hands grip my hips now—not controlling the pace, just anchoring us together.
The fourth orgasm rolls through me. Slower than the others but just as devastating. Deeper. More profound. I clench around Liam rhythmically, taking him with me.
He follows with my name on his lips. His whole body goes rigid beneath me. Back arching off the bed. Then the tension releases in waves that mirror mine.
I collapse onto his chest. His arms come around me immediately. Holding tight.
Nolan and Axel shift closer. Creating a cocoon of warmth and skin and belonging. Nolan’s hand finds mine again.
“We should probably shower before the board meeting,” Nolan says eventually. “And maybe go put on a change of clothes.”
“In a minute.” Axel’s arm tightens around us. “Let’s just stay here.”
So we do, but I move off of Liam, so we can all get into a more comfortable position on my bed.
Four people who found each other against impossible odds.
My apartment fills with the sound of breathing. Axel’s hand traces lazy patterns on my hip. Nolan’s fingers are still threaded with mine. Liam’s heartbeat thuds beneath my ear.
This is what I fought for. Not perfection. Not rescue. Just this—being chosen. Being seen. Being wanted for exactly who I am.
“Ten minutes,” Liam says eventually. “Then we really need to get going, so we have time to get ready.”
“Ten minutes,” I agree.
But nobody moves.