40. Hadley
CHAPTER FORTY
Hadley
Brooks’s arms band around me as he hauls me to the head of the bed. His lips crash against me, but I press back into the pillows.
“My shoes,” I groan, trying to kick them off.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls, his hair fanning around us as he stares down at me.
“I do,” I say, glaring up at him. “It’s my bed, and it’s so pretty.”
“Well, one of them can take them off because you and I are both going to be occupied for the next few minutes,” he says before his mouth consumes mine.
I’m barely aware of my shoes being untied and pulled off my feet. Conrad, I think.
Brooks dominates my attention. His hands roaming all over my body, his tongue teasing mine. He pulls back every so slightly when we’re both breathless.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back because that seems the only acceptable volume to use right now.
He sits back on his haunches between my spread legs. I drag in a deep breath, realizing Austin and Conrad are standing to my left on the side of the massive bed.
“You’re really saying yes. You want to live here with us?” Austin asks.
“I do.”
“I want to hear you say those words in another setting now,” Brooks says, grinning like a fool.
What?
Conrad’s hand clasps around his brother’s mouth, shoving him until he falls onto his back on the bed.
“One step at a time, bro,” Con tells him in his ‘big brother’ voice.
I don’t really know what that was, but it makes me smile. These men make me smile, laugh, and feel more than I ever have.
“I want all of you,” I say. They all give me a look like ‘duh… that was kind of obvious’. Okay, I guess I need to be a little more specific.
“I want all of you… inside of me… at the same time.”
Brooks shouts, “Fuck yes,” from where he’s still sprawled across the foot of the bed.
Austin’s mouth pops open, like he can’t quite fathom that I’m real and not a figment of his imagination.
Conrad quickly removes all his clothes besides his black boxers and crawls toward me. “Arms up,” he says, and I follow his command without even thinking.
He grips the bottom of my shirt, easing it up over my torso. His lips gently pepper kisses upwards as he moves the shirt.
When he pulls it over my head, his lips trail up my neck and over my jaw. Finally, when I feel like I’m going to squirm outside of myself, his lips ever so gently land on mine.
I want to wrap my arms around him and pull him into me for a deeper kiss. I fight the instinct, keeping my arms resting on the pillow above my head. He ghosts a kiss over the corners of my mouth, then my top and bottom lip.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Brooks kneeling at my side, now only in his underwear. He unbuttons my jeans, tugging them down my legs.
“Mmm,” he groans, trailing his finger over my black lace panties.
Conrad’s hands slide behind my back, unclasping my bra. He sets it beside us on the mattress. Brooks reaches for it, but I jolt up, almost headbutting Conrad in the process.
I swipe it away first, pointing a finger at Brooks. “No. You already stole one of my bras. You don’t get another one.”
“I told you I’d buy you a new one,” he says.
“But you haven’t.”
“I guess I have homework for tomorrow then, huh?”
“Yes,” I say with a decisive nod.
“You’d better watch out, though, Trouble. If you’re living here, I’ll have easy access to them.”
My head tilts to the side. “I’ll also have easy access to your dick while you’re sleeping, so…” I let my words trail off, letting him fill in the blanks.
His eyes fly wide. “You wouldn’t.”
“I’d rather do other things with your dick, but…”
Austin chuckles, flopping down on the bed beside me. “It’s like having another kid.”
“Me or her,” Brooks says, pointing between the two of us.
“You,” the other three of us all say.
Austin takes my bra from my hands, sliding it under one of the pillows. “I’ll keep it safe for you,” he says.
When he lies back down on the pillow facing me, I follow suit, lying back down with my head turned toward him.
His green eyes stare into me with an intensity that reaches my soul, making me realize he’s not just talking about my bra. He’s talking about me. My heart.
His fingertips brush over my cheek and across my bottom lip. “So perfect,” he mutters, more to himself than to the rest of us in the room.
He leans up on an elbow so he can kiss me. It’s gentle at first, but soon all I want is more. More of the kiss. More hands on me. More. More. More.
With his free hand, Austin rolls my nipple between his fingers, making me moan into the kiss. He proceeds to pinch and knead my breast until I’m aching for him to touch me further down my body.
Like he heard what I was thinking, his fingers ghost over my stomach. But when he’s almost to my panties, he moves his fingers back up my abdomen.
No. No. No. Please.
“Someone get those off,” Austin says quickly before resuming our kiss. Strong hands grip my hips, helping to ease them off.
This time, when he skates his fingers down over my sensitive skin, he doesn’t stop.
Two of his fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit over and over. The pressure is gentle, but with how turned on I am already, I’m not going to last long.
I gasp when a finger slides inside of me while Austin keeps circling my clit. Craning my neck, I see Conrad crouched between my legs.
Locking eyes with me, he adds another finger. Fuck.
Austin presses down harder on my bundle of nerves while Conrad thrusts his fingers in me at just the right angle. I crumble. Everything ceases to exist around me for a moment, other than the pleasure ripping through me.
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come,” Brooks grumbles.
At some point, I must have closed my eyes because when I open them, Brooks and Conrad have switched spots. Brooks is now between my spread legs.
He gives me a wink, sliding his hands under my knees. My legs are pushed back toward my chest, leaving me completely vulnerable and open to him.
I don’t feel an ounce of apprehension, though, just awe of how he’s looking at me right now.
Austin and Conrad lay on either side of me, each grabbing one of my legs to hold them in place.
I suck in a breath when Brooks’ tongue unexpectedly laps at my ass. He massages around the tight muscle until I relax beneath him, so overcome with sensation.
“Thatta girl,” he praises. He drips lube over me before rubbing it in with his fingers. Slowly, he slides one finger in, then two.
He holds still, waiting for me to adjust, until I start to buck my hips up into him. He moves his fingers in and out, increasing his pace.
I groan, moving my head from side to side, staring into endless depths of green and then blue, green and then blue.
“You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” Austin asks.
All I can do is nod as I moan.
“Our girl likes ass play,” Conrad says. “Don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I groan, feeling the orgasm cresting. My eyes lock with Brooks’ as I come.
They stay locked in place as he guides me through every tremble of pleasure that courses through me.
My legs are eased back down to the bed as his fingers slide out of me. All of them get off the bed, removing the rest of their clothes.
Brooks picks me up so I’m lying with my back to his chest as he situates himself against the pillows and the headboard.
“You want more, baby, or do you need a break?” he whispers in my ear.
The thought of not having them all right now seizes my heart. “No, no. I want it. Now.”
Conrad grips my hips, helping get me at the right angle so Brooks can position his rigid length at my ass.
“Deep breath,” Conrad says. “Let him in.”
I exhale as Brooks starts to slide in inch by inch. The pressure is exquisite.
His arms band around me as my ass hits his pelvis. My head rests back against his shoulder, savoring how we’re connected.
It’s everything, but I want more.
Brooks pulls my legs apart, opening me up more for Conrad as he kneels between my legs.
Conrad slowly starts to ease into my pussy. It’s so much. Fuck. Austin’s fingers start to thrum over my clit, making my pussy tingle in the most delicious way.
Before I know it, Conrad is all the way inside me. Both of them are all the way inside me.
A million words race through my brain, but I can’t make sense of any of them. All I can focus on is the sensation of having them both stretching me, consuming me.
“Fuck,” they both groan in unison. I huff out a half-hearted laugh at such a “twin” reaction, which apparently makes me clench around them.
They let out a string of intelligible curses under their breath, begging me to stop unless I want them to come in the next thirty seconds.
Austin continues sliding his fingers side to side over my clit. Fuck. I need him, too. “Austin,” I moan.
“I know, angel,” he says, sliding his fingers into my hair. His lips are on mine while he leans me up away from where I was resting against Brooks’ shoulder.
My tongue laps up the length of his cock. The tip slides in my mouth as I swirl my tongue around, tasting him.
His eyes hold mine, asking the unspoken question. Yes. Yes. A million times, yes.
Pulling back just enough, I say, “Austin, please.”
He nods, holding the back of my head in place as he moves deeper against my waiting tongue. Conrad starts to move in and out of me in slow, controlled thrusts, while Brooks grinds his hips up into me.
More, more, more is all my brain can formulate. Finally, I voice it out loud, “More… please…”
They all look around at each other before arriving at a silent agreement. They start to move in the same breath, fucking into me.
I lie between them, awash in sensations, letting them take their pleasure from me while they give back more than I could have ever imagined.
My hips grind against Brooks and Conrad with every thrust inside of me.
Brooks’ lips skim down my neck and shoulder. “You’re incredible,” he growls, his hands spanning over my hips in the sexiest way imaginable.
Conrad groans loudly, making my eyes zone in on him as Austin’s cock continues to slide over my tongue. My legs wrap around Conrad’s waist, pulling him even closer to me. He grabs my left hand, squeezing it like it’s the last thing keeping him anchored here on earth.
My body starts to quake as the tingles build at the base of my spine. Austin pinches my clit as his come hits the back of my throat.
I transcend. My body no longer exists. I am only a mix of exploding nerves and swirling pleasure.
I’m jolted back to reality as my other two men come inside me, groaning my name. I can’t seem to get enough oxygen into my lungs, but I continue to shiver with aftershocks of pleasure.
Brooks and Conrad slide out of me, gently placing me in the middle of the bed. Austin wipes me down with a warm cloth before covering me with a blanket.
He lies down behind me with his arm draped over my waist. “Evelyn is going to be back in an hour, but you can rest for a while. Okay?” he says.
“Mmhmm...” I mumble dreamily, snuggling back into him.
My eyes flutter shut, unable to stay open a second longer after the most explosive orgasm of my life.
Something was just different this time. Sex between all of us has always been life-altering, but this time our souls were connecting, not just our bodies.
“I love you,” I say to all of them with the last strings of alertness I’m clinging to.
They all voice their “I love you” in return. Austin’s kiss on my shoulder is the last thing I feel before I fall asleep, feeling at home with these men, in my room, in this house, in this life.