Chapter 45 - Hayden
HAYDEN
It was wholly incredible, being drilled from both ends. An insane combination of feeling reckless and shameless and liberatingly slutty, yet at the same time, being comfortably safe and secure in every magnificent thing these men were doing to my body.
And they were doing many, many things.
Sawyer was about to explode in my hungry throat when I felt him pull frantically away. He traded places with his friend, and seconds later I was gasping as he pushed into me, shoved my head down, and began pile-driving away at me from behind.
Bodie in the meantime, had pulled me between his legs.
I opened my mouth and took him deep; or at least as deep as I could, while being so savagely fucked.
This went on for a while, sending me straight to the edge.
It wasn’t long before I went sailing over that edge, coming and creaming against Sawyer’s thick member.
Fuuuuuuck…
My resulting orgasm was straight up apocalyptic.
I thrashed my way through it, feeling my knees buckle and my legs shake and my whole body heave in a series of rapturous spasms that delivered me to the very brink of consciousness.
I was pushed over the edge of that too, drifting into a warm, almost liquid limbo of happiness and contentment.
It felt like forever before I had control again, and when I did, the boys had switched back.
Bodie, it seemed, was intent on destroying me from behind.
All I could do was strap in for the ride, gasping and whimpering as I clawed at Sawyer’s muscular thighs.
He fucked me like a viking warrior; all bloodthirsty and untamed.
The iron-like grip he had on my hips would leave bruises for sure, but I knew in my heart that I’d treasure every one of them.
They’d remind me of this moment, from now until forever.
The moment I gave them my body, my heart, maybe even my soul.
The moment I became theirs.
Again and again they switched off on me, eventually flipping me over so they could pin my legs back and take turns ruining me for all other men.
And believe me, I was ruined. Although the last thing I could think about was anyone else, past, present, or future.
All I could focus on were the two oiled-smeared, muscle-bound bodies, currently crushing me into the bed.
Biceps, triceps, shoulders, chests… their gorgeous, stubbled faces, hovering over mine.
They kissed me slowly and soulfully, stealing my breath away, until the same hot mouth breathed it back into my lungs.
This is insane.
It was, and it wasn’t. As I bit my lip and cried tears of joy it occurred to me that maybe I was made for this.
Maybe they were too. They took me as one, and that little detail turned me on like crazy.
The way they moved, the way they handled my body; it was all so synchronized, so coordinated, so utterly perfect.
Rolling my head dreamily back and forth, I imagined a life like this.
Waking up with one, two, or three of them in my bed.
Letting them share me as much as they wanted, as often as possible.
I’d be living a dream. Floating on cloud nine, through a love life that very few women could possibly imagine.
Each night I’d go to bed having to satisfy not one but three incredible, insatiable men.
And every time I’d feel a pair of hot lips close over my nipple, and my legs nudged apart in the dead of night?
I could leave my sleepy eyes closed, and not really be sure of who was even fucking me.
They came at the same time, which was a pretty neat trick.
I felt Sawyer stiffen all over, his hand holding the back of my head pinned against his abdomen as he shot his hot, thick load down my willing throat.
His spasms hadn’t even subsided when I felt Bodie’s fingers claw even tighter against the tender flesh of my ass.
A moment later he was coming too; his long, rock-hard shaft pulsing wildly inside me, thumping rhythmically against my womb.
I fell asleep between their two hard bodies, feeling safer and more loved than ever before.
I was ensconced by warmth and flesh; still reeling from the orgasm-induced dopamine, swimming through my brain.
I was with them now, consequences be damned.
Back here, where I belonged, for as long as they’d have me.
And how long is that, Hayden?
Drowsily, I found that I didn’t care. I’d completely given myself over to these men. Entrusted the three of them with every aspect of my happiness and well-being, knowing full well that at any time, my heart could be crushed.
Yet if I didn’t open my heart, I’d never find out.
I’d miss out on the pure joy of committing to something so beyond the scope of incredible, I was willing to risk everything to have it — even if fleetingly.
Cole was a hundred miles away now, and getting further with every minute.
I had Sawyer, and Bodie, and Carter, who’d be arriving tomorrow.
I’d throw myself into those iron arms and kiss him until he couldn’t stand anymore, then crash to the nearest bed to kiss him some more.
Somehow, everything had changed. In just a few short hours I’d gone from rock bottom to everything being right in my world again.
And that’s when I knew: I was well and truly home.