22. Hadley
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Hadley
Why is it so hot? Did I get kidnapped and taken to the literal sun?
My eyes blink open. Slowly, I realize where I am and why I’m so hot.
I’m sandwiched between Conrad and Brooks on the floor bed they made in the living room. I guess I fell asleep while we were watching the movie.
I need some water.
Ever so carefully, I extract myself from between the twins. Once standing, I look down at all three of them, passed out and adorable.
I shake my head, smiling, as I go into the kitchen and chug a glass of cold water.
Spinning around, I smack into a hard, very tattooed chest. I gasp, staring up at Brooks.
His messy bun looks even messier than when we lay down together hours ago. He looks… yummy.
His hands slide under the sweatshirt I’m wearing and grab my hips. In the blink of an eye, he has me up on the counter and is wedged between my open thighs.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he whispers, his body trembling.
“Then don’t,” I whisper back.
In the next heartbeat, his hands tangle in my hair as his mouth lands on mine. If I looked up what a passionate kiss looked like in some weird kissing encyclopedia, this would be the kiss I found.
Our bodies grind against each other, wanting more but wanting to stay right where we are in the same breath. It’s everything and not nearly enough.
We break apart for a moment, so he can pull the sweatshirt off my body. His lips are soon back on mine like they never were gone.
With a few kisses to my jaw, he lays me back on the counter. He tries to pull the sweatpants down, but they won’t budge. His fingers move to the tie.
The frustration comes off of him in waves as he tries to undo the knot he made earlier.
“Fuck me. I’m such an idiot,” he growls loudly.
His forehead lands on my bare stomach. I can still feel him fiddling with the tie at my waist, even though I’m pretty sure he can’t see it right now.
I can’t help the giggle that slips free. His head snaps up, and he points a single finger at me. “No, no laughing. This is serious.”
My head falls back to the cool marble. My hand covers my mouth to keep myself from laughing.
Or at least laughing out loud. He’s really cute when he’s all flustered like this.
“Is everything okay?” Austin’s sleepy voice comes from the living room.
“Oh…. Oh …” Conrad says at nearly the same time.
I tilt my head in their direction, finding them both standing on the edge of the living room, staring at us.
“Do you need some help over there?” Conrad asks, trying not to laugh at his brother’s predicament.
“No, you assholes stay the fuck over there,” he says, pointing at both of them. “I may have put this chastity belt in place, but mark my words, I will get it off.”
He steps away from me and grabs a pair of scissors from the butcher block.
“Say bye-bye to your sweatpants, Austin,” he says a moment before snipping through the tie.
The string is tugged free from the pants altogether and set on the opposite counter along with the scissors.
“Sorry for the delay, baby girl,” he says, grinning down at me. “Back to regularly scheduled programming now.”
He kisses up the inside of one of my thighs and then the other. I see motion out of the corner of my eye, and Brooks stands up, looking at the guys.
“Both of you have been with her already. By yourselves, I might add,” he tells them. “I will normally be the sharing-is-caring guy, but right now, she’s mine.”
This side of him is hot .
“This is going to be one-on-one until I make her come twice. Then it can be a team sport.” He stares at them until they nod, leaning against the back of the sectional.
Seeming satisfied, he focuses all his attention back on me. “How about I get to work on those orgasms?” he tells me with a devious smirk.
Yes, please.
He moves my legs, so my heels are pressed to the edge of the counter. He presses them slightly further apart, so my pussy is spread out before him.
His eyes dart between my pussy and my eyes… one… two… three times before his tongue laps at my clit.
I groan, arching into his face. He expertly laps circles around my clit, building me higher and higher.
One of his fingers starts to tease with my opening, swirling in time with his tongue. He slides one, then two fingers inside of me.
My own fingers wind into his long strands, holding him right where he is. His tongue starts flicking my clit from side to side, and I feel the orgasm barreling toward me.
His fingers press at just the right spot, and I lose it. I moan and writhe against him as he continues to slide them in and out of me, his tongue leisurely lapping at me until I lie limp.
He leans over me, kissing my lips. I can taste myself on him. It’s dirty and naughty, and I love every second of it.
“That’s one,” he says with a wink. He steps back, letting his pants fall to the ground with much more ease than mine did earlier.
He must know where my mind is because his eyes narrow on me. “Not right now, woman. I’m about to fuck you and make you come… again. So I’d be quiet if I were you.”
I grin at him. Who knew sex could be this fun?
He slides his boxers down. I quickly move up onto my elbows, so I can take in his fully naked form for the first time.
He should be on the cover of a romance novel. Well, not with his dick out like that. A romance novel just for me, I guess.
He gives himself a few lazy strokes. I bite my lip, mesmerized by how sexy he is.
His hand flies out in the general direction of the guys, and he snaps his fingers. “Condom.”
“I don’t just carry them around in my sweats,” Conrad says, holding up his hands in dismay.
“Fine. Austin,” Brooks says, snapping his fingers again.
“Don’t snap at me,” Austin growls. “And no, I don’t have a condom on me at the moment.”
Brooks groans. “Why doesn’t the universe want me to fuck you?”
I decide to end his misery. “You don’t need a condom. I have an IUD, and I’m clean.”
He gazes down at me like he wants to devour every inch of me. I don’t doubt that for a second.
“I’m clean,” he says, still looking at me like I’m his next meal.
I glance over at the other two. They both nod, silently confirming that they’re clean as well.
“Lovely, no condoms,” Brooks says. He looks up at the ceiling like he’s talking to some greater power. “Now, can I please just have sex with my girl?”
My legs hook around his hips, and I draw him in close to me. He slides his hands behind my back, moving me up so I’m almost sitting. My arms wrap around his neck to steady myself.
He peppers a few kisses on my lips as his cock slides through the wetness from my orgasm earlier. His eyes lock on mine as he eases all the way in.
Brooks might be the funniest person I’ve ever met, but in these moments that count, he is sweet and wholly present with me.
We both take a moment to breathe when he’s fully seated inside of me. I can feel every inch of him, and I love it. My motion is limited from this position, but my hips start to grind against him anyway.
“You want more,” he whispers against my neck, where he’s trailing kisses.
“Yes,” I moan as he starts to move. My fingers slide into his hair. I get frustrated with his hair tie and pull it out, tossing it away from us.
I’ve never been with a guy with longer hair before, and I can’t get enough of it. He chuckles as both of my hands rake through his hair, firmly gripping it on the back of his head.
His pelvis grinds against my clit with each thrust with this delicious friction that’s bringing me close to the edge again. I thrust my head back, moaning loudly.
I hear a growl from my side and a muttered, “This is torture.” I glance over my shoulder to see Conrad pulling Austin back to his side, where he’s still leaning against the couch.
Conrad gives me a wink, so I focus on Austin. His face looks like he’s in pain, and a wave of panic washes over me until I look down and see he’s clearly hard beneath his sweats.
Brooks changes his angle slightly, making me scream out. “I’m going to come,” I say, staring at Austin. His fists are clenched at his sides, but he mouths “do it.”
Fingers grip my chin, turning me back to face Brooks. “This orgasm is mine. Look at me when you come.”
So I do just that. My eyes stay locked on him when my whole body stiffens as I come. He stills, holding me impossibly close as he follows me over the edge.
His strong arms stay wrapped around me tightly as I come back down to earth. He pulls out, grabbing a cloth from one of the drawers to clean us both up.
I wrap myself around him like a koala, and he carries me into the living room. He eases me down, so my head’s resting against some of the pillows.
“I guess I need to share now,” he says quietly.
“Sure as shit you need to share,” Austin growls from his side. I like growly, jealous Austin.
Brooks smirks as he kisses me one last time, then moves to the far side of the makeshift bed. I feel his absence immediately, but it’s quickly soothed when Austin crawls over me.
Somewhere in the last thirty seconds, he ditched his sweats and is already completely naked. Okay, then.
I open my mouth to say something, but he immediately stops me with a fierce kiss that stuns me into silence.
“That was fucking miserable,” he groans into my neck, “but it was also hot as shit. My brain’s a mess right now.”
“Let me help with that,” I say, pushing him back so he’s lying beside me. I crawl down between his legs, licking up the length of his cock.
“Is that better?” I ask innocently.
“Mmhmm…” he moans into the fist he’s holding up to his mouth.
Using that as my cue, I take the tip in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around, which makes him moan louder.
I feel someone press in behind me, and I just know it’s Conrad. One of his hands grips my hip, while the other gently runs over my pussy.
“You’re already so ready for me. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
I moan a “yes” around Austin’s cock, which makes him arch up into my mouth even more. Conrad’s cock slides inside of me. I move up and down Austin’s length in time with Conrad’s strokes.
Austin’s whole body tenses below me a moment before his come hits the back of my throat. “Fuck, angel,” he groans as I swallow down every drop.
Popping off his cock, I moan when Conrad hits a particularly delicious spot inside of me. Suddenly, he pulls out, and I’m flipped onto my back, still lying between Austin’s spread legs.
“I want to look into your eyes this time when you come,” Conrad says, his eyes tracking over every inch of my body—a body he didn’t see much of the last time we did this.
His hands slide under my ass, sliding me up over his thighs. My legs wrap around his kneeling form as he slides inside of me. His grip on my ass is firm enough it will probably leave marks, but I don’t care.
No, actually, I do care. I want a reminder of this night. Of these men and what they’ve done to me.
His thrusts are brutal as he slams into me. I stare up at Conrad, unable to look anywhere else as he destroys me in the best way possible.
A tattooed arm reaches for my mouth, and I open, letting the two fingers slide in and over my tongue. They’re only there for a second before they’re on my clit, rubbing delicate circles on the already sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Shit, I’m going to get hard again,” I hear Austin groan behind me.
“I told you you’d like all this if you gave it a chance,” Brooks says to Austin, pressing down harder on my clit.
“Hadley,” Conrad says as he continues to thrust. My eyes, which I hadn’t even realized I’d closed, snap open, looking directly at him. “Come… now.”
His cock hitting just the right spot, the pressure on my clit, and his words all flow over me like a weighted blanket. A whole-body orgasm coils through every inch of me.
I don’t even know what my body is doing or what I’m saying as the pleasure rolls on for endless seconds or minutes. I’m vaguely aware of Conrad cursing and tensing inside of me before easing out.
Brooks lifts me back up to the pillows, and Austin wipes me down with a warm washcloth. A blanket is draped over me while Austin and Conrad snuggle in on either side of me.
Brooks lies down on the sectional behind us. His hand reaches down, lacing through mine.
My body and my mind are utterly exhausted, so with all my men surrounding me, I close my eyes.
My men. I like the sound of that.