27. Hadley
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Hadley
I tiptoe across Evelyn’s room, trying not to wake her. Sneaking a quick glance over my shoulder, I can’t help but grin at her precious face cuddled into her pillow.
As quietly as I can, I close the door behind me as I step out. She was asleep before I even finished reading the book she picked out.
I expect to find the guys in the living room, but when I get down there, I can’t find any of them. Voices draw me down the hallway toward Austin’s room.
Their conversation halts as soon as they see me appear in the doorway, all of them staring at me hungrily.
“Is she asleep?” Brooks asks.
“Yes,” I barely get out before Austin is barreling toward me.
“Thank fuck,” he growls, grabbing the back of my thighs and picking me up.
He kicks the door shut and presses my back against it. Reaching down, he clicks the lock into place.
The shock dissipates when his lips crash against mine, and I give in fully. My arms and legs wrap around him, bringing us even closer together.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you all night,” he whispers, kissing down my neck.
Over his shoulder, I glance at Brooks and Conrad. Conrad is just smirking, like watching Austin lose control is highly amusing.
Brooks, on the other hand, looks like he’s going to combust at any moment. His normally easy-going aura is nowhere in sight.
Austin pulls away from the door, carrying me over to the bed. He leans forward across the side of the bed until my back hits the mattress.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he grumbles, pulling back.
He gets to work taking my pants off, while Brooks climbs on the bed beside me. My hand grips the hair at the base of his skull, and I yank him down to me until his lips meet mine.
He grunts into the kiss, his tongue effortlessly sliding against mine, caressing and stroking.
I yelp, feeling another warm tongue lap against my pussy. I didn’t even realize he’d taken off my panties.
Austin doesn’t give me any time to warm up to the sensation. He attacks my pussy like a man possessed, and I can’t find a shred of my being that’s mad about it. It’s too much yet just enough, all in the same breath.
Brooks kisses across my collarbone, then pinches my nipple through my T-shirt and bra. I moan, my hips pressing further toward Austin, who’s kneeling on the floor between my spread legs.
“This needs to go,” Brooks says, tugging my shirt over my head. It takes him half a beat to remove my bra and toss it behind him.
Nope, not going to think about why he’s so good at that.
Brooks pinches both of my nipples between his fingers. My eyelids flutter closed as the sensation rolls through me. The sting of pain is quickly replaced by his warm tongue soothing it away.
Austin sucks my clit into his mouth, and I bite back the moan I want to let loose. My legs, which are now draped over Austin’s shoulders, tighten around his head as my orgasm climbs toward its peak. His strong hands press my legs farther apart, giving him better access to my quivering pussy.
Brooks’ continued attention on my sensitive nipples and Austin’s tongue circling my clip tips me over the edge. I fall into oblivion, letting myself feel every tiny sensation coursing through my whole body.
Every lap of their tongues. Every caress of their hands.
When they both pull back to stare at me, I’m panting as I recover from my orgasm. I’m already eager for more, though.
Both men stand before me, stripping out of their clothes. I’m one lucky girl. Holy shit.
Austin moves me so I’m lying on the pillows at the head of the bed. “I need you,” he says, positioning himself between my legs.
“Please,” I whimper, wanting to feel him inside of me so badly.
He slides inside easily after how wet they just made me. He waits a minute for me to adjust, though, once he’s all the way inside.
“I love the way you feel around my cock,” he whispers in my ear.
Brooks sits down beside me. I expect him to guide his cock toward my mouth, but he just sits there. When I reach for his cock, he bats my hand away.
“What?” I ask, turning to look at him as Austin moves so he’s kneeling while he’s still inside of me.
“If you touch me, I’m going to come. I want to be inside of you when I do that,” he half-groans, half-whimpers.
“Well, I guess you better be good then and not come,” I say, swatting his own hands away. My fingers wrap around his cock.
I start to slowly stroke him as Austin starts to thrust inside of me. Brooks and I both moan in unison.
“Damn,” Conrad says from his spot across the room where he’s leaning against the wall, watching all of us. “I like this side of you, sweetheart.”
“Me too,” Austin grunts out as he picks up his pace.
“You’ll be my good girl, though, won’t you?” Conrad says, drawing my attention back to him as I continue to stroke his brother and get railed by one of his best friends.
“Yes,” I whisper. He winks at me, and I melt. Suddenly, another orgasm is rapidly building.
“Austin, you need to fucking come, man,” Brooks say, barely holding it together.
“Come with me, angel,” Austin says, between thrusts.
“Okay,” I moan, and the next time he hits that magical spot inside, the pleasure overtakes me. Austin’s grip on my hips tightens as he comes with me.
The waves of my orgasm are still rippling through me as Austin slips out, and suddenly, Brooks is right there taking his place.
He slides inside, pounding into me relentlessly. My orgasm, that had started to fade, is now back with full force. My pussy tightening around his length pushes him to the brink.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans as he comes.
He lies on top of me as we both try to catch our breath—try being the operative word with this huge, muscled man lying on me.
When he finally pulls out of me, I can immediately feel the wetness between my legs from all three of us. Maybe I should feel embarrassed by it, but I don’t.
Austin appears at my side with a wet cloth. The way he gently cleans me up is such a contradiction to the way he just fucked me.
He kisses my forehead before going to toss the cloth in his laundry basket.
“How are you feeling?” Conrad asks, moving onto the bed.
“My pussy’s a little sore, but I’m good.” I smile at him.
He smirks back. “Yeah, I’m sure it is.” He dips two of his fingers down over my sensitive clit and to my entrance.
His fingers are gentle as they track over my tender flesh. He moves them down further between my ass cheeks.
“Has anyone ever taken you here before?”
“No,” I breathe out, a new sensation spreading through me with the feeling of his fingers massaging the wetness into the ring of muscle.
“Would you want that?” he asks, his face serious.
I nod.
“Use your words, sweetheart. If you don’t want to do that, we don’t have to.”
“No, no. I want to.”
A smile ghosts over his mouth. “Good. Get on your hands and knees.”
I comply, turning over to face the headboard. He positions a few pillows under my chest and stomach, so I can lean on them.
He grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand.
“When the hell did that get in here?” Austin asks from behind him. “I didn’t put that there.”
“This morning,” Conrad says, popping the lid on the bottle. “You have the biggest bed. I was just assuming we’d end up in here at some point,” he continues when Austin doesn’t respond.
Some of the cool liquid drips onto me, and his fingers start massaging the area.
“I would say stay the fuck out of my space, but that’s a pretty fucking sight, so, um… continue,” Austin says.
Conrad eases one finger inside. His slow movement doesn’t hurt—it just feels different. He adds a second finger, and the gentle burning of the stretch is there, but in a good way.
When he adds a third finger, I bite at the pillowcase my head is resting on. As he starts to move his fingers, though, pleasure starts to build.
Oh. That feels good.
When my body relaxes even more, the pleasure intensifies.
“Oh my god,” I groan into the pillow, so I’m not too loud.
“That’s it,” Conrad soothes from behind me. “Are you ready for me?”
“Please,” I beg.
“Such pretty words coming from such a pretty mouth,” he says, as his fingers disappear. I want them back immediately.
He coats his cock with lube, then presses against me.
“Just breathe for me,” he says, reaching around to rub my clit as he slowly eases inside of me.
He’s so big. It’s a lot at once, but the pleasure rippling from my sensitive clit relaxes me.
He grumbles words I can’t understand when he’s fully inside of me as he kisses across my shoulder blades. He holds his hips still until he feels me relax around him.
His movements are gentle at first, letting me experience this new type of pleasure.
“More,” I whisper, wanting more of those tiny waves of ecstasy I get when his hips move.
“My girl wants more. She’s getting more,” he says, gripping my hips.
He thrusts inside of me—hard—and I swear I see stars. His hips slap against my ass, making me feel sensations I never knew were possible.
He’s not even touching my clit anymore, and I’m going to come already. Conrad slams into me a few more times, and a dam opens inside of me.
My entire body tightens as I come yet again, wetness soaking the pillow beneath me.
“Holy shit, did she just…” I vaguely hear Brooks say as Conrad pulls out and comes on my ass.
I let my body collapse on the pillows that are thankfully beneath me. What the hell just happened?
“Have you ever done that before?” Conrad asks, wiping me clean with what feels like a T-shirt. I don’t have the energy to look at him.
“I already told you I hadn’t done that before.”
He chuckles, and I want to punch him. If only I had the energy at the moment. “No, have you ever squirted before?”
“What? No, I don’t do that.”
“Well, you just did,” Austin says, sliding the pillows out from beneath me and pulling me into his side as he lies beside me.
I bury my face in my hands, but he quickly pulls them away.
“Hey, don’t do that. That was hot as shit.”
I can’t help but laugh and shake my head. Only these men.
Brooks snuggles in at my back. “Now I want to see what other things I can do to make you squirt,” he says eagerly.
“Not right now,” Conrad says from the end of the bed.
“You’re just saying that because you’re the one who made her do it,” Brooks pouts.
“I did, but our girl needs to rest.” He looks at the already full bed with the three of us on it. “Where the hell am I going to sleep?”
I sit up when Austin hands me a T-shirt of his that he had sitting on the nightstand. When I lie back on the pillows, Conrad slides my panties back into place. I pull him down until his head rests against my stomach.
“Just sleep here,” I say, running my fingers over his scalp. He moans, snuggling in between my legs.
“That’s not fair,” Brooks grumbles.
“Go to sleep,” Austin and Conrad say at the same time.
“We need a bigger bed,” Brooks grumbles, shifting around.
I turn my head toward him, kissing his nose. “Good night,” I whisper with a smile plastered on my face because, despite the aches all over my body, I have never been this happy.