9. Parker #2
It’s not slow. It’s not sweet. It’s everything I’ve been trying to repress since I walked into this lodge.
My lips part for him without a second thought.
His hand cups the side of my neck, thumb stroking under my jaw.
His tongue strokes against mine, deep and hungry, and I whimper before I can stop it.
Harrison’s hands are still on my shoulders, and he turns me gently, easing me back. He kisses the side of my throat, and a shiver rolls through me.
“I think about you,” he murmurs. “Every night.”
The words hit harder than they should. Harder than I should let them.
Gavin steps in close in front of me now, his hand brushing down my side to rest lightly on my waist. “I told myself to stay away,” he says.
“That I could be stronger than this.” He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Then another, softer, at the pulse point below my jaw.
“I’ve never been good at denying my impulses. How about you?”
Words, sentences, I should be able to answer him. Say something clever to stop this without hurting anyone’s feelings. But my brain is floating on tequila and lust, and I’m too far into this. “I was good at impulse control. Until you three came along.”
Harrison gets me to my feet, and Jack’s fingers trail down my spine, over my hips, gripping firmly but not demanding. They’re surrounding me. Touching me. Devouring me. And I want every second of it.
I should say no. I should pull away, remind them this is a professional setting, that I work for them, that this is complicated and messy and absolutely the worst idea. But the truth is, I’m done pretending.
I want them. I’ve wanted them since I realized what it meant to want a man. How am I supposed to say no to this?
Jack slides his hands beneath the hem of my sweater. Gavin kisses me again, slower this time, while Harrison pulls the elastic from my hair and lets it fall in waves over my shoulders. They undress me like they’ve practiced this. Like they’ve dreamed of this.
And maybe they have. God knows I have.
They guide me toward the first-floor bedroom. A fire crackles in the hearth as I lower down onto the pillows, my sweater gone, leggings peeled away, bra unclasped, underwear vanished. Every inch of me exposed to their eyes, their hands, their mouths.
Jack drops to his knees between mine and looks up at me like I’m the center of the goddamn universe. Then he leans in. His mouth finds the place between my thighs like he was made for it.
My head falls back against the pillows, and a cry escapes me before I can stop it.
Harrison kneels beside me, kissing my neck, his hands stroking my ribs, my stomach, up to cup my breasts. He groans when I arch into him.
Gavin stays standing. Watching. His expression tight. Controlled. But his hands are shaking when he loosens his belt, and when I reach for him, he doesn’t stop me.
Time bends. The fire crackles louder. I come on Jack’s tongue, sobbing his name. Harrison lifts me into his lap and thrusts into me, slow and deep, while Gavin kisses me like he owns me.
Right now, they all do.
Jack kisses my other shoulder before resting his stubble-covered chin there.
He’s watching them fuck me, watching them touch me.
Enjoying the show, by the feel of his hard cock pressed against my lower back.
His hands curl around my hips, guiding me up and down Harrison’s length.
He murmurs in my ear, “You need more, don’t you? ”
My head tips back, pleasure building inside my core. Gavin kisses my throat as I rumble, “Yes. More.”
It happens in a flash. Maybe he was already ready for me to say yes. Jack’s cock presses against my ass, aiming true.
Panic pries my senseless mouth open. “I’ve never done that!”
A low growl echoes from his chest. “Perfect time to try something new.” He pushes in, just a little. Just enough.
My eyes roll back in my head. What the hell? Gavin’s palms skim over my nipples, Harrison pulls out to the tip, and Jack plunders onward, halfway up my ass. Why does this feel so fucking incredible? I can’t even see straight, so I close my eyes and take it all in.
And take all of Jack in. Fuck.
He licks the sweat from the nape of my neck and groans, “Fuck, your ass is so tight, sweetheart. You like it, I can tell. You’re shaking for us.”
I’m not shaking. I’m vibrating. Into another plane of existence.
The pain is just edged out by the pleasure, and I’m losing my mind in the best and worst way. I can’t speak. Can’t think. I whimper, “Close.”
Gavin’s fingertips trail all over my skin, lower and lower, until he reaches my clit.
I nearly rocket over the edge, but then his palm replaces his fingertips.
Just resting there, right above where Harrison and I meet.
Heat fills my bones, ready to explode. Gavin leans close to nuzzle between my tits.
When he stops there, the other two stop moving too.
The absence of friction is maddening. How can they just freeze like this? My body is too on edge, too hot, too weak. My mind scrambles. “What—what’s wrong?—”
Gavin’s near-black eyes somehow go darker when he looks up at me from between my tits. His growl is low, haunting. “Now.”
“What?”
The three of them charge at me, Harrison thrusting up, Gavin mashing his palm on my clit, and Jack dipping deeper. All three of them, one after the other in their own rhythm.
I can’t breathe. I erupt instead, unleashing a howl of pleasure. Their curses follow while they keep the beat, Harrison, Gavin, Jack, all three in a wave that crashes through me until I have nothing left to give. When I collapse onto Harrison’s chest, my ass spreads wider.
Jack takes full advantage, going deeper than before. He’s practically in my throat, while Harrison and Gavin take turns kissing me. Jack grips my hips, still taking my ass as roughly as he ever fucked my pussy. “Sweetheart, you’re in trouble.”
I can hardly speak. Another climax is coming. But I try to glance back at him.
“You look too good bent over on him like that. I’m gonna fuck your ass every chance I get. Morning.” Thrust . “Noon.” Thrust . “And night.”
Gavin teases, “We’ll have to put some cushions down, so she can sit after all that, Jack.”
Harrison grunts, “She can sit on my face.” Then his body goes tense. “She’s about to come again.”
I don’t know how he knows, but he does, and he hooks himself deeper still, hitting that spot that makes me moan into Gavin’s mouth when he kisses me. The moment his lips meet mine, it’s all over. I come again, unable to stop, unable to do more than take it.
My nails scrape down Harrison’s shoulders until they plant. He snarls from the pain, arching his back to shove himself deeper still as he comes. Jack is next, wrapping his arms around me while his hips do wicked things. He swells even larger, splitting me open, right before he comes up my ass.
The world is wet in every direction but one.
I turn to Gavin, who brushes my hair back from my face. He studies my mouth for a moment. “Stick out your tongue.”
I obey as he stands on the bed, one hand braced on the ceiling for balance. He strokes himself right in front of me, piercing catching the firelight, and when I lean to swallow him down, he leans back. Just out of reach.
“You get my cock in your mouth when I decide you get it, and not a moment sooner.”
“The girl’s volunteering to suck your dick, and you say no?” Harrison rasps.
The dick in question turns darker, and Gavin doesn’t deign to answer the question. His gaze has me trapped within it. My tongue is lonely for him. I’m full of cock and cum, and I want one more.
I’m greedy. Sue me.
Gavin’s focus breaks for only a moment as he starts to come, and I take advantage, swallowing him down. When he tries to pull back, I trap his piercing in my teeth. He laughs once. “Bad girl!”
He doesn’t mean it.
He fucks my mouth, the piercing tickling my throat now.
His free hand cups the back of my head, and I can’t sit still anymore.
Harrison’s gone half-soft inside of me, but I’m grinding against him anyway, and that seems to wake his cock up.
That power over him, the control, it turns me on like nothing else. He murmurs, “Fuck, keep going.”
Jack taunts, “She’s a good little cocksucker, isn’t she?”
I whimper. He called me that the first night we were together.
“She fucking is,” Gavin grunts. “Right the fuck now, pet.” He shoves deep, coming down the back of my throat. I drink as fast as I can, losing only a little out the corner of my mouth.
Harrison reaches down for my clit while I grind on him. Again, I see stars when I come, this time with the taste of Gavin in my mouth. I lose count of how many times I fall apart. The last thing I remember is quivering in Harrison’s arms as my eyes shut tight.
I wake hours later on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, my body warm and aching and gloriously undone. One of them—Jack, I think—placed a folded sweatshirt beneath my head like a pillow. There’s water on the coffee table. A leftover lime wedge on the floor.
They’re gone.
I sit up slowly, heart still racing, brain foggy with aftershocks. God. What have I done? I press a hand to my chest and try to slow my breathing.
It was incredible.
But now…now I’m not sure where I stand. The heat is fading, and the doubt is creeping in. This wasn’t just a mistake—it was a choice. A series of choices. And I don’t know if we can come back from it.
What does this mean for work? For my future at VT? For my kids?
I want to believe they care about me. That this isn’t just some power trip. That I’m not a novelty or an experiment or a secret fantasy they’ll eventually grow bored of. But it’s easier to believe things when they’re kissing you.
When they’re quiet and gone? That’s when it gets complicated.
I gather my clothes and move upstairs in the dark. My guest room is still untouched, save for the luggage in the corner. I slip inside and close the door behind me, then slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor, blanket clutched to my chest.
Tears prick my eyes. Not because I regret it. But because I don’t. And I’m terrified of what that means.