11
GAbrIELLA
“Yes,” I gasp, no longer able to contain the well of pleasure building inside me. I’m losing control of my physical form, the strange and magical pressure of the metal stud through the end of Blake’s cock hitting in a way that I’ve never experienced before.
“That’s it,” he says, working his powerful body behind me. I wish I could see his face, but I don’t need to know he’s enjoying himself. It’s there in the slight smugness in his tone, and the way he’s moving his hips like a dance he’s perfected with years of practice.
His hand moves from my hip to the window ledge, the inky tattooed lines stretching down his powerful forearm and over his fingers. I didn’t know that tattoos would set my world on fire. I’ve always thought of them as tacky, but on Blake and Dalton, they’re fire.
I no longer have the strength to keep my head up, such is the coiling pressure in my belly. In the darkness behind my eyelids, my mind plays on a loop of filthy images; Kain licking between my thighs, Dalton’s cock spreading my pussy wider than it’s ever been spread before, and Blake’s dangerously lean body stretched over the top of me.
Three men. Brothers who are similar in so many ways, but immensely different too.
“He’s watching,” Blake says. “He can’t take his eyes off you.”
I rest my hand next to Blake’s, using the ledge to lever myself back to standing straight, fixing my eyes on Kain again.
“Don’t stop,” I grunt, gritting my teeth like a wolf who’s spotted danger on the horizon. What’s building between my thighs feels menacing and savage. A threat so big I might splinter apart with its force.
“Never,” Blake hisses, his hips keeping the punishing rhythm that is going to fracture my very soul.
“Oh god. Oh…yes…yes…yes,” I gasp. As my knees give way, Blake hooks his arm around my middle, holding me tight. I can hardly breathe, and my heart is practically pounding its way through my ribs.
“That’s it, Gab. That’s it. Show Kain how good I can fuck you. Show him how amazing I’ve made you feel.”
“Oh, yeah…” My voice is wispy, stolen by the crazy surge of pleasure. All I want to do is collapse on the bed and drift off into the ether, but Blake isn’t done, and Kain is still watching. I need to feel the powerful man behind me come. With the amazing piercing in his cock, I get the feeling it’s going to be an unusual experience. “Show Kain how good it feels,” I order. “Show him what he’s missing.”
Oh shit. That was really a red rag to a bull.
Blake doesn’t need any more encouragement. His fingers bruise my hips, his cock pounds into me beyond comfort. I grit my teeth, determined to take it all, desperate to give him the reward he deserves. “Harder,” I order, as my knuckles turn white from the intensity of the grip I need to absorb the ferocity of his thrusts.
“Shit,” he hisses, pulling out of me suddenly. His fist nudges into my back as he finishes himself off, removing the condom so he can come over my ass. I turn quickly, witnessing the flush of his release, taking in his glistening chest and taut muscles.
It’s a moment of pure surrender from a man who doesn’t look like he’s capable of letting his guard down. Blake is usually made up of sharp edges, dark ink, hardened muscle, and a wicked smile. Now, he seems dazed, as though he can’t believe what’s happened.
It’s hard for me to take it in, too.
My brother’s best friends, the boys I loved when I was a kid, the men I lusted after for years, have all been inside me. They’ve given me pleasure that surpasses what any other man has ever been able to achieve by miles, and in different ways that fulfill my fantasies.
I totally get why Ellie fell for her stepbrothers in this situation. Three men tick so many more boxes than one man ever could.
But this situation is different, isn’t it?
How ? My mind whispers in a way I can’t ignore as I touch Blake’s heaving shoulders. He blinks his eyes that are usually pale as polished silver, but are now almost entirely obliterated by dark pupils, blown wide with arousal.
“Fuck, Gabriella,” he mutters as the hand still cupping his cock stills. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I say. “It really was. You Nowaks really know how to rock a girl’s world.”
“That’s good to know my brothers haven’t been letting the side down.”
“Not at all.”
I reach down to pick up my clothing so I can dress, but Blake makes a soft tutting noise. “There’s no way you’re covering up all this goodness right now.” His hands skim the air on either side of my body, making exaggerated curvy shapes. “After all that, I want some cuddle time.”
“Cuddle time?” I raise my eyebrows, surprised that big, tough, tattooed Blake is such a softy. If any one of the brothers was going to ask for affection time after sex, I would have expected it to be Dalton.
“Yeah. You know. The chill relaxing part after sex. Did my brothers not handle that part?”
I shrug and purse my lips. “To be fair to them, Kain’s time was interrupted by the kitchen timer, and Dalton had a short window before my mom was going to be home.”
Blake jumps onto the bed, bouncing comically on his knees. “Guess I got the best slot.”
Holding his hand out, he beams like an overgrown kid reaching for an adult-sized ice cream.
I climb next to him, and he hooks me with his big arm, settling my head in the nook of his shoulder. His skin is so warm, fragranced with my shower products and etched with intricate swirls of black. I follow them with my fingers, and watch as goosebumps break out in their wake.
“This is nice,” he says softly. “A little weird, too.”
I know what he means, but I still ask “Why?”
“I remember sneaking into your room when we were kids. Sometimes you’d be happy to see us, and sometimes you’d scream, remember?”
“I was always happy to see you,” I say softly. “I just wasn’t always up for dealing with the bullshit Travis tended to encourage.”
“Yeah. He had a thing for annoying you,” Blake admits. “But he was always watching out for you. I guess that’s a sibling bond.”
“Maybe,” I say. “He hasn’t called me since he left for Germany. The bond has taken a bit of a beating.”
“He loves you,” Blake says firmly, squeezing me closer. “He’s just overwhelmed with his new life.”
“Would you call your brothers if you were overseas?”
“Depends what I was doing and when I was planning on coming home.”
“Seriously.” I look up, finding him staring up at my cracked ceiling. “You guys have always been thick as thieves. I can’t imagine a time when you weren’t living in each other’s pockets.”
“Yeah. I know what you mean. Some of our friends think we’re weird.”
I frown, shifting so I’m closer to his face and I can get a better view of his expressions.
“In what way?”
“Just that we’re so close.” He shrugs his other shoulder. “I mean, if we told people about this deal with you, they’d most likely think we were freaks, and not the sexy kind!”
“Even after the Ellie, Colby, Micky, and Seb situation?”
“Yeah. One group love situation doesn’t break the prejudice.”
“I guess.”
“Anyway, you don’t have to worry about that. We won’t tell anyone about the deal. It’s just between us.” When Blake presses a soft kiss to my forehead and strokes his thumb over my cheek, I believe what he says. It’s not that I’m ashamed about what we’re doing. Not really. I’ve never been the kind of girl to have hang-ups about sex and relationships. It’s just that the more people who know, the more likely it is that Travis will find out.
With my mind drifting, I glance down, finding Blake’s cock is hard and his piercing is there . I just have to ask about it.
“What made you want to do that to yourself?”
He laughs, a full-bellied chuckle that makes me giggle too. “You make it sound like I signed up to torture myself.”
“Didn’t you? I mean, I can’t imagine that someone made a hole through your cock without it causing any pain.”
“It hurt but the pain doesn’t last. The wound heals over and what’s left is worth it. Haven’t you ever thought about getting some ink or more piercings?” He touches my earlobe where my tiny diamond studs are glinting and trails his finger to my navel, swirling around the jeweled stud.
“I’ve thought about getting a tattoo, but my mom wouldn’t be happy.”
“You’re a big girl now, Gabriella. You’re going to do lots of things that your mom isn’t happy about.” He grins, taking my hand and pressing it around his hardening cock to perfectly illustrate his point.
“I was thinking about getting something here.” I show Blake the space on my hip that would be covered by most underwear and swimwear.
He trails his fingers over the soft skin there, assessing. “You could have something really nice here. Birds. Butterflies. Flowers. They’ll all work to fill the space.”
“What about an angel?” I ask.
“Yeah. An angel could work. Maybe a sleeping angel, wrapped in its wings.”
I never thought of that before, but that could be exactly the idea that would be perfect.
“Could you draw me something?” I ask him. “I’d like to see your ideas.”
“You want me to be the one to do something to your body that your mom would go ballistic over?”
“I think you already did that,” I laugh. I kiss his concerned grimace and slowly, our mouths start to move in a synchronized way that flicks all my switches back on to go. We have time for more, I think. Time for it to be less frenzied and kinky and more about discovery. I’m hungry to find out what that piercing will feel like in my mouth and to know what other skills Blake has to show me.
Instead of cooking another meal, I make a meal of Blake and he makes a meal out of me. And it’s perfect.