Chapter 37
Harper
I didn’t realize how loud I was being until I see Cash standing there with his eyes locked on mine, his jaw tight. His chest rises and falls like he’s been holding his breath for way too long and is just taking a full breath for the first time right now.
There’s a strange stillness to the moment. Like time slowing down just a little as my brain tries to fight through the haze of pleasure to catch up to what’s going on. It’s trying to process the way Cash’s gaze drags over my body and lingers where Lincoln is driving into me.
My heart stutters in my chest and then starts to pound even harder because it’s not embarrassment that blooms in my chest to have him see me like this. It’s hunger.
The look in Cash’s eyes mirrors that feeling perfectly, all heat and hunger, his restraint hanging on by a thread.
Lincoln follows my gaze, never slowing the roll of his hips as he smirks. He says something to Cash, but I’m too out of it to parse the words. I can tell it’s an invitation, though. The meaning is clear enough when Cash’s eyes shift back to me, a question heavy in them.
He doesn’t move until I respond.
I swallow hard and nod, quick and desperate, because fuck yes, I want this. I want him.
That’s all he needs to push off from the doorframe and come striding into the room. He’s already peeling his clothes off before he’s even halfway to the bed, tossing his shirt somewhere over his shoulder and stepping out of his jeans and boxers.
His cock is already hard, flushed dark and ready as he climbs onto the bed. I can’t look away from the sight of it bobbing there, tempting and tantalizing while Lincoln keeps up that slow grind into me.
The first orgasm he had just a bit ago must have done wonders for his stamina because he doesn’t falter for a second as Cash gets on the bed and lifts my upper body like I don’t weigh a thing.
He shifts me so I’m on my knees between them, catching my chin in his hand to pull me in closer.
There’s a little smile on his lips as he presses his mouth to mine in a kiss, and I moan into it, kissing back with the same intensity.
It’s hungry and messy and perfect, adding the perfect layer to the haze of arousal and need that’s already covering everything.
Lincoln groans behind me, adjusting his angle so he can keep fucking me, never stopping for a second. It’s like he can’t or won’t or just wants to be buried inside me for as long as he can.
His cock drags deep as Cash’s tongue slides into my mouth, and my head spins from it. It’s overwhelming in the best way to be caught between the two of them, taking everything they have to offer me.
Lincoln’s voice is rough when he speaks, the sound scraping over my skin. “Do you feel how hard Cash is for you?” he asks. “You see what you do to him? To all of us?”
I nod, moaning into Cash’s kiss. I’m still wrapping my mind around it sometimes, that I make them this hot for me, but the proof is right there.
And Lincoln isn’t finished yet. “Do you want Cash to fuck you too?” The question makes my thighs shake, a spike of arousal hitting me hard.
I pull back enough to sob out a yes, my pussy clenching with the thought of it.
Lincoln chuckles low behind me, his hands gripping my hips tighter.
“Well, like I said earlier, I’m not done with you yet. If you want both of us that badly, you’ll have to take us at the same time.”
My breath catches when I figure out what he means by that. The thought of it sends a jolt of raw need through me. It’s filthy and intense and a little bit terrifying, but it makes my pussy clench around Lincoln’s cock hard.
He hisses at the feeling, waiting for my answer.
I nod again, nervous about it, but mostly just wrecked and so, so ready.
Cash curses under his breath, and his cock jumps at the prospect.
The two of them move together like they’ve done this before.
Their hands are steady and practiced as Cash presses forward, his thick length nudging against my already stretched pussy.
Lincoln slows down just enough to let him in, and I almost scream at the sensation of Cash trying to press in alongside him.
It’s aching and intense. Neither of them are small by any measure, and my body doesn’t seem like it should be able to take both of them at the same time. It resists for all of a second before stretching more, letting Cash press those first couple of inches inside.
Lincoln keeps his hands on me, tethering me to the moment, and Cash looks up, touching my face with one hand.
“Look at you,” he hisses. “Look at how fucking amazing you are. Are you okay?”
I nod, tears slipping down my cheeks. “Don’t stop.”
Cash thumbs away the tears and nods, gritting his teeth as he keeps going. “You’re fucking incredible. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us. I love how you take everything we can give you. So fucking good.”
“So good,” Lincoln echoes. “So perfect for us, wildflower. Let him in. Let us both have you.”
They work in tandem and before I know it, I’m so impossibly full. Both men are seated inside me, and my body is stretched tight around them, snug and wet and needy.
My breathing stutters, and it’s a good thing they’re holding me up, or I might have collapsed right then and there. For a moment, no one moves. It’s just the shared breath and the sounds of bodies trembling under the weight of so much sensation.
It has to be intense for the two of them as well, being pressed so tightly together, buried so deep inside me.
But then Cash’s hips jerk forward, and that sends a lick of fire lashing down my spine. Lincoln’s hips move as well, and they start fucking me like that, pushing and pulling me between them.
Cash kisses me again, his tongue fucking into my mouth at almost the same rhythm. He pulls back, panting hard against my lips, his eyes gone dark with pleasure.
“You should be like this all the time,” he murmurs. “Stuffed full of us, out of your mind with pleasure. It’s what you deserve. It’s what you were made for. To take us and come until we’re done with you. Until you’re so full of us that you’re a mess.”
Lincoln drives into me with hard, deep thrusts that make my eyes roll back into my head.
I’m close in no time. So close that I can taste it, like a gathering of electricity and power right before a lightning strike. I barely register the sound of footsteps in the hallway, but then Everett is walking into the room, and his presence catches my attention immediately.
He pauses, those calculating eyes sweeping over the scene in front of him. I have to wonder what we look like right now, but I don’t have to guess what he’s thinking when a slow, dark smile curls his mouth.
Lincoln sees him a moment later and there’s a grin in his voice when he says, “I’m not sure there’s room left. But… maybe there is if you want to try to squeeze in with us.”
The joke shouldn’t make me wetter, but it does.
Everett doesn’t answer right away. He just walks to the chair near the bed and drops into it like a king taking his throne. His hand is already sliding to the front of his pants, and I can see the shape of his cock, filling out as he palms it.
“Keep going,” he says. “I want to watch.”
And he’s not kidding about that at all. He watches with eyes that burn, one hand stroking himself slowly as he takes in the sight.
Cash and Lincoln keep fucking into me, and it’s like I’m being pulled in three different directions, but toward the same goal.
“She can handle more,” Everett says, directing them, falling into the role of leader the way he so often does. “If she can walk after this, I’ll be disappointed.”
Cash snorts a laugh, but his hips drive forward harder, faster, the friction building to a delicious climax.
I come again from just that, clenching around both of them now. They both cry out at the feeling, Lincoln’s hips digging into my hips and Cash nipping at my bottom lip.
“Just like that,” Everett says. “I wonder how many orgasms you can wring out of her like this. Touch her clit.”
Cash’s hand slides down my front as he obeys, finding the swollen bud of my clit, slippery from how wet I am.
The first touch is like an electric shock, and I scream, hips bucking into the touch.
He traces slow circles over it, and it takes no time at all for that to send me headfirst into another orgasm.
My body trembles with it, every rippling shock of pleasure making me clench down around them, which just makes the sensation that much more powerful.
And they don’t stop.
Everett keeps giving his instructions, and Lincoln and Cash keep fucking me. They slap my ass, grope my tits, pull my hair. Everything to keep me on edge and coasting on wave after wave of sensation.
I can feel another orgasm building, rushing down on me, when the moment is interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. It’s a loud and insistent noise, amplified by where it’s sitting.
I try to ignore it, face buried in Cash’s neck, but Everett reaches over and grabs it, checking the screen.
His expression darkens when he sees the name.
“Julius,” he says, and my stomach flips.
“You can just reject it,” I start, but instead of doing that, Everett slides across the screen to answer it with deliberate intent.