14
BLAKE
Gabriella looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a juggernaut, and I don’t blame her. She’s one average-sized woman and we are three large, looming men.
We’ve set up the broad outline for this deal between us, but as far as I know, we’ve never actually dealt with tonight’s situation.
We’re all home.
And Gabriella’s in our territory.
Three hungry wolves and one unsuspecting Little Red Riding Hood.
We really are going to eat her all up.
“Would you like a drink?” Kain asks. Good idea. She could use a double vodka to loosen up for what might be coming.
Obviously, everything that happens will be based on her fantasies and with her consent. This deal is for Gabriella, and we’re just happy to be along for the ride. But I’m hopeful she might have something specific in mind for tonight, something involving all three of us.
“Let’s raid Dad’s liquor cabinet,” I say, jogging down the stairs before anyone can disagree. I grab a bottle of vodka, whisky, and some rum that I think he bought on a trip to Jamaica with Mom. Wielding them like a pro, I head to the kitchen, resting the bottles on the countertop so that I can search out glasses and mixers.
“What would you like, Gab?” I ask.
“Vodka and coke,” she says softly. Fuck, she looks good. I pour a double measure of vodka and slowly fill the glass with bubbling Pepsi, which is all we have.
When I hand it to her, she takes three long gulps and licks her lips, letting out a breath that sounds nervous. I don’t feel the same, but I like the warm spread of alcohol down my throat and into my belly. I enjoy the softening of my mind that comes from having a drink. I tend to get lost in my racing thoughts, but I don’t want to do that tonight. I want to focus on Gab. I want to deliver what she wants.
Dalton has a shot of whisky. Kain abstains because his training schedule doesn’t leave room for hangovers. I make rum and coke, and down it in record speed.
Who knows how long we’ve got before Dad returns. Maybe a couple of hours. That leaves no time to nurse drinks like we’re at a neighborhood social.
Gabriella’s eyes dart around the kitchen, avoiding all of us and fixating on things like the copper pots hanging on the wall and the weird, colorful flat basket that Mom brought from Greece.
Someone needs to deal with the elephant in the room before it gets any more awkward.
“So, Gab. How do you want to play this?” I ask, dropping my head to one side so I can study her reactions. There’s a risk that in this pressured situation, she might conceal her true feelings. “Do you want just one of us tonight? That would be Kain, as the current schedule stands.” It sounds weird describing our deal in this way, but we might as well be upfront. “Or all of us, one at a time. Or all of us together. We’re down for whatever your fantasy is.”
She blinks her wide green eyes more slowly than usual and her throat moves on a big swallow. This isn’t good. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable about asking for what she wants. I rest my hand on her arm. “Just say what’s on your mind. Nothing you can say will be taken badly, okay?”
“I’m nervous,” she admits. “Nervous that I’ll ask for what I want, and I won’t be able to handle it.”
“You want us all, but you’re worried it’ll be too much?”
She nods, biting at the edge of her finger, cheeks flushing and eyes wide. My dick thickens against my underwear, already ready for whatever she has in mind.
“You don’t have to worry,” Dalton says. “It’s your first time. We’ll be careful, and anytime you want to stop, all you have to do is ask.”
“Okay,” she says softly, and I remove my hand so that she can finish the rest of her drink. “Let’s do this before your dad gets home.”
The way Gabriella says those words is filled with determination. She gulps down the rest of the vodka, slamming the glass on the counter with gusto, and all the while, my mind tries to process that this is really going to happen. I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited about anything in my whole damned life. I don’t know about my brothers, but this has been a fantasy that I’ve had forever. As soon as we admitted to each other that we had the same more-than-friend level feelings about Gabriella, I imagined her at the center of all of us. An angel worshiped by three mere mortals.
Kain leads the way with an inscrutable expression. Gabriella climbs the stairs behind him, her eyes drifting over photos of us as scrappy kids. Dalton and I share a look that’s loaded with intensity. This shouldn’t feel like such a massive step. We’ve already all had sex with Gabriella separately, so nothing about the act will be new. But so much feels different.
Kain heads to his room, probably because he’s sure it’s neat. Kain has always been the tidiest of us. In the room, Gabriella rests her bag on the floor by the door and immediately heads over to the window, staring into her own bedroom from a vantage point she probably doesn’t remember. While Mom was alive, this room was her sewing and reading room, and Kain and I shared, sleeping on bunk beds.
“Our rooms are so close,” she says. “You can see right into mine.”
“A fact that Kain has kept to himself,” Dalton says. He looks relaxed, with his hands tucked into the pockets of his worn jeans, but the tightness in his jaw tells me otherwise.
“He had fun looking into it the other day, didn’t you, Kain?”
It’s the first time we’re being open about our exhibitionism, and Gab squeezes her legs together as Kain’s heated gaze scans her, remembering.
Her eyes are drawn to me as I close the door and slide the lock into place. The scrape of metal-on-metal sounds like punctuation. The start of something that I feel we’re all powerless to resist. Who’s going to make the first move to get this started? I imagine it will be me, but Kain is closest, and my brother is filled with a sudden urgency that propels him two steps until he’s directly in front of Gabriella. Watching him slide his big hand into the hair at her nape is enough to fully harden my cock. She stares up at him with wide eyes, half fearful, half aroused.
“Watching you come the other day was so fucking sexy,” he growls.
He leans down to kiss her passionately, then scoops her up, gripping her ass with just one hand, carrying her to the bed. I guess all the sexual tension he’s been building has made him urgent and decisive.
When Gabriella is perched on the mattress, Kain kneels at her feet, untying her sneakers, encouraging her to remove her joggers. Last of all, she lifts the sweatshirt over her head, leaving just the sexist black lingerie I’ve ever seen. Barely there, her nipples are practically peeking over the half-cups. Between her legs, just a scrap of lace covers her pussy, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Kain sighs as he looks her over.
Dalton sits on the edge of the mattress next to Gabriella and her eyes widen as she turns to look at him. When he bends to kiss her too, she moans low and long. A rush of heat pools behind my cock as I watch both my brothers touch and kiss her, taking turns until she’s squirmy and needy.
Kain tears his T-shirt over his head in one rough movement, and I move closer, shoving my shorts down my hips and pulling off my shirt. I bounce on my feet, feeling antsy as my body fills with adrenaline.
Fuck, Gabriella looks so good between my brothers.
“Lay back,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed on the opposite side to Dalton. The mattress shifts, and she leans towards me, capturing my mouth with a soft and sweet kiss before she lays back.
I ease her bra strap over her shoulder and indicate to Dalton that he should do the same. When her breasts are bare, I tease her nipple with my finger, running around and around until her skin is gooseflesh and her nipple is the tightest, most tempting peak.
While Dalton and I are busy, Kain slides Gabriella’s tiny panties over her thighs and spreads her legs. Gab seems tense for a minute, but when Kain’s tongue touches her clit, she sighs, staring at each of us with wide eyes as we work on giving her pleasure.
“How does she taste?” I ask, knowing full well that she’s sweeter than honey.
“Like apple pie,” Kain says, kissing the inside of her thigh before he returns to his dessert. Gab’s hips shift, as though she needs more, but it’s already too much.
“She’s close already,” Dalton murmurs, and it sounds like a warning. We can keep going and let her come or we can slow the pace and make her wait.
Kain doesn’t seem interested in delaying her gratification. He slides a finger inside her and does something that makes her grunt her appreciation.
“So soft and warm and tight, aren’t you, Angel?” he says. I want to feel too, so I do, reaching down and sliding my index finger alongside my brother’s. Gabriella wriggles, pushing down so we’re in as deep as we can be.
“Dalton,” she gasps, pushing at his hand. He takes her request on board and, carefully, allowing her time to stretch, pushes his thick finger in too.
I press down on the inside of her thigh and Dalton does the same, opening her wide and restraining her, too. She’s totally within our power, speared on our fingers, clutching tightly and moaning as Dalton uses the pad of his thumb to stroke her clit.
“Oh god,” she groans. “Please.”
The slick sound of her arousal fills the room as we pump our fingers, working to tip her over the edge. It’s what she wants, isn’t it?
“Oh…don’t…stop…oh…fuck.” She grinds against our fingers, and then spasms, leaking her arousal all over our hands.
And fuck if it’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
She gasps for air, resting her hand over her heart as she dwells behind her eyelids in the well of pleasure we dug for her.
I draw my finger from inside her and lick it clean, savoring the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of having sex with, palming my cock, which is rigid and aching.
Will Kain fuck her first? We didn’t decide on how this would work, but he’s gone the longest since he benefited from the deal. If it plays out that way, it’ll be me last. But that doesn’t seem to be what Kain has in mind.
He kneels on the mattress between her spread legs and bends to kiss her lips. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Do you want to carry on?”
A single nod confirms her answer.
“We can take you one at a time,” he says, trailing a finger of her cheek, “Or we can be with you at the same time. We’ll go slow if that’s what you want to try.”
Her eyes are fixed on his when she nods, so caught up in his words that she’s barely breathing. Kain turns to me. “Lie on your back,” he says, taking charge like he usually does. If he wasn’t so good at it, I’d accuse him of being a bossy asshole.
I do as he instructs, lying next to Gab, who’s encouraged to roll into a kneeling position and climb on top of me. Her hair trails over my skin, soft as a bird’s wing, and I rest my hands on the outside of her thighs as she sits on mine. Dalton tosses me a condom and I ready my cock for what’s coming next.
Kain murmurs instructions to Dalton, who removes his clothes, and climbs onto the bed next to us. Gabriella’s eyes drift between my pierced cock and Dalton’s unpierced dick, and her mouth drops open. Behind her, Kain deals with the condom.
Dalton strokes Gabriella’s back, making her eyes roll closed. “You’re so pretty, honey,” he says. Part of me wants to laugh at my huge older brother’s softness, but when Gab visibly relaxes, I’m grateful that he’s willing to be gentle in front of us.
Kain climbs closer, gathering Gab’s hair into a ponytail in his big hand. She moans as he gently tugs, letting her know he’s in control. When he kisses her neck, she almost purrs, and Dalton palms her breasts, weighing each one in hands that seem giant against her frame.
Kain uses his grip to turn Gab’s head, and when their eyes are locked, he tells her exactly what’s going to happen.
“You’re going to ease yourself onto Blake’s cock, okay? And when you’re good and slippery, I’m going to bend you over and push inside, too.” She whimpers and her thighs clench against mine. “And when you’re so stuffed full of me and Blake, you’re going to take Dalton deep into your pretty throat like the good girl I know you are.”
She moans when he kisses her, now completely in his thrall. Without drawing away from his kiss, she shuffles forward, taking hold of my waiting cock and notching it at her entrance. She moans again as she shifts, and I take hold of her hips and push until I’m buried deep inside her.
Damn. It feels good. So good I close my eyes and grit my teeth and count backwards from ten to force back the pleasure.
“Shit,” Dalton mutters, his eyes between her legs. “Does that feel good, Angel?”
She draws back from Kain’s kiss and stares down at me, letting her hands roam over my chest and the ink and muscle there. “Yeah. Blake feels good.”
“I bet he does,” Dalton says, pinching her little nipple until the end is pink. Her sweet little pussy ripples around my cock in response. “Fuck my brother, princess. Make him feel good.”
Gabriella rests her hand flat on my chest, leaning forward so she can undulate her hips. Our eyes stay locked, and I hold on to her waist, loving the pace of her movements. After a while, Kain’s hand urges her forward until she’s flat against me. She pants a little, the uncertainty of what’s to come making her grip my arm tightly.
Kain drops her hair, running his hands over her ribs and waist, and lower over her hips and ass. “You ready for me?” he asks. Gab nods, but the tension in her body is palpable. It’s already a tight squeeze with only my cock in her pussy. I know it’s possible for Kain to fit too, but it’s going to take some work on his part and a whole lot of trust on hers. If she can’t relax her muscles enough, this isn’t going to work.
There’s no pressure other than the fact that none of us want to disappoint Gabriella. We want to make this a memorable exploration of a forbidden fantasy.
You want more than just a fantasy. I don’t want to admit it to myself but it’s there behind every interaction, a need that feels like a hook that links me to her.
Behind all my arousal is the desire to make this so good for Gabriella that she won’t ever want to be with anyone other than us. I want her to look at me, Kain, and Dalton and see men who will take care of her in every way possible.
I want her to want us for more than just this deal.
So much depends on this being explosively good for her. Sex is a physical act, but it’s laced with different layers of emotion. More for women, or so I’ve been told.
For me, I’ve generally been able to separate out the physical from any emotion. I like to have fun with my sexual partners and I’m always transparent about my expectations from any encounter. This is the first time I feel deceitful.
Would Gab want to go through with this if she thought we were all pining for her to be our girlfriend? Probably not.
This whole agreement was built on the foundation of an imminent end date. Maybe that’s what Gabriella wants. Pleasure with the safety of knowing her heart doesn’t have to get involved. Or, and I hope this is the case, she could want more.
I touch her cheek, needing to convey some of what I’m feeling. Baby steps.
So many words form and die on my tongue.
But now’s not the time or place to express deep feelings.
Now’s the time to make fantasies come true.