XXXVII
Hazel Winters
M y core is clenching in neediness as I walk into my bedroom. Somehow, Atlas manages to make me burn simultaneously in pleasure and fury. He sparks every nerve in my body, leaving me a needy, angry mess that is desperate for any sort of release.
Disappearing into the bathroom for a second to breathe, I turn on the shower and strip off my bikini. The steam of the hot stream envelops the room, and I step into the relaxing water. It cascades over my skin, removing the chlorine from my body.
The door clicks open but I don’t look over to it, knowing that whoever it is, I would welcome in to satisfy this insatiable burning in my core. As I reach for the bottle of shower gel on the shelf in front of me, it’s plucked out of my hand.
“Allow me,” Theo’s rough voice washes over me. His muscled torso presses up against my back, the heat radiating off him hotter than the temperature of the water. He takes his time washing over my back, and I try not to flinch as his fingertips connect with my scars. He kneads away my worries, massaging my back muscles until I am practically a mess on the floor.
When he removes his hands from my skin, I almost whimper at his loss of touch. He senses it and chuckles, adding more shower gel to his hands before moving to wash my front. His arms wrap around me, and I don’t miss the way his fingers lightly brush over my nipples.
They harden at his touch, desperate for his attention. I practically preen when he grants my wishes, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. A moan escapes my lips and he chuckles.
“Did Atlas get you worked up?” He asks in a low voice, his mouth next to my ear. I shiver at his dulcet tone. The thought of his boss reignites the burning anger in my chest, but I try to swallow it away as I focus on Theo’s touch.
“He’s overbearing,” I respond, my voice hitching slightly as he slides his hand down my stomach. Theo chuckles in response but doesn’t say anything. His hand creeps lower until he’s brushing over my clit, and I separate my legs instinctively.
He circles it, teasing me achingly slowly. My knees buckle as he increases his pace, but he wraps his arm around my waist to keep me upright. I’m pressed against him and can’t ignore his hard length pressing against my bare ass.
When he removes his hand, an actual whimper escapes my lips. I watch as he turns off the water before guiding us out of the shower. He takes his time wrapping me in a soft, fluffy, towel before doing the same for himself.
As he opens the door to the bedroom, I smirk at Dawson lounging on my bed. He’s ditched his swim shorts and is only wearing a pair of boxers as he stares at me greedily. His eyes roam over my body and they darken as he reaches my face.
“Come here,” he beckons me over with a tilt of his head. Stalking over to his position on the bed, I notice his hardness straining against his boxers. His dick jumps as I trail my hand over his muscular thighs, which are painted with dark, swirling tattoos.
I squeal as he pulls me onto the bed, flipping me onto my back in an instant.
“Did you think you were in charge?” He growls down at me, his eyes dark with lust. I shake my head and he smirks, before dipping down to kiss me. My hands are moved above my head and fastened by a leather belt.
“Don’t move an inch,” Theo instructs. The water left from the shower is still dripping over his chiselled body and I bite my lip as droplets run down in rivulets over his abs. He takes his time walking over to me before unwrapping my towel and leaving me bare for them to see.
“Fucking beautiful,” Dawson mutters under his breath and making me clench around air. His eyes peruse over my body like a starved animal, desperate to eat his prey.
And I won’t complain.
“Need that orgasm, Babygirl?” Theo asks me as he crawls between my legs. I nod emphatically at him and bite my lower lip. A strained moan escapes me when he wastes no time in burying his face in my core.
His tongue laps at my clit before sucking it into his mouth. I whimper and move my arms to touch his wet hair. He withdraws his face and I whine as he glares up at me.
“What did I say about those hands?” He growls. Without answering his question, I instantly move them back above my head and Dawson laughs at my immediate reaction.
“So eager to obey,” Theo licks up my leg before giving his attention back to my clit. It’s not long until he has me barrelling towards an orgasm. Sensing it, he inserts two fingers into my core and I have no choice but to fall over the edge with a loud moan.
I don’t care who hears it. Especially not Atlas.
“And so responsive,” Dawson murmurs into my ear. I jump at his proximity, not realising he is now lying on the bed next to me. Theo sits back on his haunches and wipes his mouth in the sexiest way.
“Have you ever tried anal, Babygirl?” He asks me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Him and Dawson share a look before turning their full attention to me as they wait for my answer.
“Um… no?” The question catches me off guard and I have to remind myself to keep my hands above my head as Dawson trails a finger down my stomach. It elicits a shiver through me as I try to process Theo’s question.
I’d never been interested in it before. But something about being full of them has my core clenching around air again.
“Do you want to, Spitfire?” Dawson asks as he smirks at me, already reading my body language. He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Does the thought of us fucking you back there make you wet?”
I bite my lip to stifle a moan, which breaks out as soon as Theo brushes his thumb against my clit. His fingers dip down to my pussy and he grins as he brings back his fingers, now covered in my arousal.
“I’d say it does,” he smirks at me. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them slowly, making me jaw drop at the action.
Without a word exchanged between the two of them, they flip me around and settle me on my knees. Dawson makes quick work of undoing the belt around my wrists, before positioning me to rest on my hands, too.
“We’ll take it slow, Spitfire,” he says as he tilts my chin up to look up at him. His lips meet mine and I moan into the kiss as he devours me with his mouth. I’m so enveloped by the kiss that I only come back to my senses when a cold liquid drips against my tight hole.
“It’s just lube, Little One,” Theo informs me, stroking his hand on my ass before separating my cheeks, “Relax.”
I try to do as he says but immediately tense again when he pushes a finger into me. It feels so wrong, but in the dirtiest, best way possible. A swear leaves his lips as he mutters about how tight I am, but Dawson moves his hand down my body to tease my clit.
I relax around Theo’s finger, enough for him to get another finger inside, but this time I freeze up.
“Think she might need to relax more, Dawson,” Theo says and I frown as Dawson separates my mouth from his. He disappears for a second before Theo removes his fingers from me and I’m lifted to straddle Dawson.
Instantly, he forces me down onto his dick, forcing me to take him in my pussy in one swift move. I cry out at the stretch, the noise only intensifying as Theo pushes a finger back into my asshole.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” Dawson mutters through gritted teeth as he starts to thrust into me from below.
Theo adds another finger and starts to stretch me as the initial burn turns to waves of pleasure. Another orgasm threatens but disappears as Theo pulls his fingers out of me suddenly.
The next thing I feel is his hard dick pressing against my tight hole. Dawson pulls me down to his chest and reminds me to breathe as Theo pushes into me slowly.
“You’re doing so good, Little One,” Theo growls as he continues pushing in. I shiver at the praise and tighten around Dawson, making him groan. I feel it as Theo bottoms out inside of me, his guttural groan ricocheting around the room.
He gives me time to adjust as they both pause their movements. I’ve never felt so full before.
I can’t even imagine how it would feel if they moved.
My thoughts are quickly answered as they signal to each other before pounding into me in sync. The feeling has my head swirling into a detached level of bliss and pleasure. An orgasm rattles through me almost immediately and I have to rest my head on Dawson’s chest as they continue to work my body.
“Fuck, I’m barely hanging on,” Dawson’s voice surfaces through my haze as he growls. He increases his pace, forcing Theo to match it until they are both chasing their own highs.
As they barrel over the edge, another orgasm rattles through me and my vision blacks out at the intensity of it.
Well, fuck.
I’m roused from my sleep by a wet towel being wiped between my legs before I’m pulled between two hard bodies. It’s easy for me to fall asleep again, which is what I do as they hold me between them.