27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Evie
I let myself explode on the brothers as soon as they came into the room, but the moment Mason’s lips touched mine, the adrenaline coursing through me switched from anger to lust with barely a pause. I’d experienced something similar when Mason had been shot, but this time, it wasn’t a reminder that he was alive, but rather that I was.
He dropped a hand to my hip as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, his fingers digging into me as if he had the same thought. I grabbed the front of his shirt, pushing myself up on my toes to tangle my tongue with his. His kisses were addictive, washing away thoughts of anything but him. I even forgot that we weren’t alone until I heard Tucker clear his throat.
Mason broke the kiss, but kept his hold on me as he looked over at his brother. While I struggled to catch my breath, something seemed to pass between the brothers because Mason gave me a nudge toward Tucker and moved over to where Levi stood, expression unreadable. As the older brothers started to talk quietly enough that I couldn’t hear them, Tucker cupped my face and kissed me like a starving man, teeth and tongue consuming me. He walked me backward, hands moving down to tug at my clothes, so that by the time he tipped me onto the bed, my shirt had disappeared.
And I had three very large men staring down at me with hunger written on their faces. The sort of hunger that sent a very primal thrill through me. I felt a rush of power, knowing that I could make men like these look like that, but it was quickly followed by the reminder of how easily just one of them could overpower me. While I had no doubt whatsoever that they’d stop everything the moment I asked them to, my pulse fluttered with the knowledge that it would only be because they were good men.
Even if one of them had locked me in his bedroom.
“We told you we wanted to share you,” Mason said. “Maybe this is a good time to show you what that would look like.”
I swallowed hard, equal parts anxiety and excitement thrumming through my veins. When my tongue darted out to wet my lips, Levi chuckled, his eyes darkening to near-black.
“Who would guess little Evelyn Hayes is such a greedy girl.”
And then he stripped off his shirt, and all those rippling muscles and tattoos sent any semblance of coherent thought flying out of my head. Along with the ability to speak. Or remember why I was supposed to be mad at him in the first place.
I waited for him to join me on the bed, but even as he flicked open the button of his jeans, he walked over to the only chair in his room and settled there. The arrogance on his face as he read what must’ve been surprise and disappointment in my expression should’ve turned me off, but it didn’t. He smirked at me and adjusted the bulge already pushing at the front of his pants.
“Don’t worry, hellcat,” he said. “I’ll take my turn, but I wanna watch first.”
With that promise still echoing in my ears, Tucker and Mason leaned over me, quickly stripping off the rest of my clothes and leaving me naked, spread out on Levi’s bed, every inch of me humming with anticipation.
The two brothers exchanged another one of those silent looks, and Mason’s mouth curved up into a grin that made my stomach flip. He jerked his chin toward me, and Tucker stepped forward.
“Rule one when it comes to sharing,” Tucker said as he removed his cut and the shirt underneath. “Please your woman so thoroughly she’ll never want to go back to one man.”
“But rule number two is just as important,” Mason said as he sat at the end of the bed. “Make sure you put on a good show for anyone who likes to watch.”
I gave him a skeptical look. “I’m pretty sure you just made those up.”
He grinned and shrugged as he leaned back, toeing off his boots. “Those could just be our rules for sharing.”
I didn’t like the idea that they’d shared women before, but then Tucker sat on my other side and he was completely naked. I had to admit, this whole sharing thing seemed to have a positive point I hadn’t thought of.
There were way too many things going on for me to get lost in my head.
And, as I heard the slick sound of skin on skin and turned to see that Levi had taken his cock out of his pants and was now stroking it, I realized it also meant I wasn’t going to be able to keep track of everything going on around me.
It was just as this thought came into my head that two hot, wet mouths covered my nipples.
Both of them.
Being sucked.
At the same time.
I cried out, my back arching simply because I couldn’t stay still. A curse from Levi drew my attention to him, but then fingers moved up my legs as Tucker and Mason began to work the sensitive flesh between their lips. It was too much. I had to close my eyes, because I kept wanting to look everywhere, and then it was like I could feel parts of my body in ways I hadn’t known were possible.
Tucker swirled his tongue around my nipple before flicking back and forth against the tip, while Mason used his teeth to bite and tug at the sensitive flesh until it ached. Such different sensations had my head spinning, and as they pulled my legs apart, I couldn’t wait to find out what they’d do next.
My hands grabbed at the sheets as fingers skimmed my inner thighs before lightly stroking my folds. The tip of one moved up and down my slit, dipping inside little by little until it finally brushed against my clit.
“Yes! Please, that. Again.”
Low rumbles of laughter rolled over me, but I didn’t care if they laughed as long as they didn’t stop touching.
But then someone stopped.
“I think she’s had enough foreplay,” Mason said suddenly, the absence of the warmth of his body leaving me chilled.
My eyes opened, confusion clouding my mind. He winked at me as he climbed off the bed and began to get undressed.
“Have you?” Tucker asked, drawing my attention back to him. “Are you wet enough to take me?”
I nodded eagerly, earning another round of laughter. I knew it’d be tight, but I didn’t care. As much as I loved the idea of them doing all sorts of other things to me, right now I wanted to be fucked.
“How do you want me?”
Tucker groaned. “Damn, Evie. The things you say.”
I started to reach down between my legs but he caught my wrist.
“Hands and knees,” he said. “And while I take you from behind, you’re gonna suck Mason’s cock.”
“Don’t worry, Evie-girl,” Mason said. “I’m clean, so I can go right in that mouth bare.”
I was fairly certain I’d never been as turned on as I was right now.
“You’re gonna want to do a good job, too,” Mason said as he moved to the head of the bed, tossing Levi’s pillows into a corner. “Because lube’s only gonna do so much.”
As I rolled onto my stomach to get into position, I gave him a questioning look.
“Taking all three of us in your pussy, one right after the other, it’d probably be too much after fucking me last night and Tucker this morning.” Mason sounded so reasonable that it was strange to realize he was talking like this while naked, erection in hand.
I still didn’t get it, but that was probably because Tucker had just bent down and licked me from behind, which was an entirely new feeling. I moaned, pushing back against his mouth as his tongue teased my clit and then moved up to dip into my pussy.
“I’m gonna fuck your ass, Evie-girl.” Mason settled in front of me and caught my chin, tilting my head up so our eyes met. “Give that pussy a break between Tucker and Levi.”
“Good thing,” Levi said from where he was still slowly stroking himself. “Because I’m not feeling very gentle right now, hellcat.”
Maybe all of this should’ve scared me, but it didn’t. We had things we needed to work through, but I trusted them not to hurt me. Whatever they did would make me feel incredible.
Mason’s thumb slid between my lips as I felt the blunt head of Tucker’s cock nudging against my entrance. I licked the tip of the digit, then groaned around it as I was filled from behind, every inch the most exquisite burn and stretch that just ramped up the pleasure I’d already experienced with their mouths and hands.
“Let’s put that mouth to work, shall we?” Mason’s hand moved to the back of my head, guiding me down even as Tucker bottomed out.
It was only then, with one man’s cock buried deep in my pussy and another’s slipping between my lips and over my tongue, that I truly accepted that this was happening. That we all wanted it, and it could be so, so good.
I closed my eyes as Tucker began to move and concentrated on swirling my tongue around the portion of Mason’s cock that was in my mouth while trying to get a sense of Tucker’s rhythm. As much as I liked the idea of being between these two men, I didn’t want to ruin the mood by gagging because we weren’t in sync. Fortunately, they were both good partners and it took only a matter of seconds before we had the give and take of things figured out.
Then I got to enjoy it all.
The tang of salt on Mason’s skin and the pinch of his fingers in my hair as he wordlessly directed, pushing my head down until it was almost too much and then pulling it up again. The texture of that soft skin over something so hard. The deep strokes from Tucker that had the tip of him brushing against the end of me before he withdrew, always angling himself so he dragged the head right over my G-spot.
“Open your eyes,” Levi ordered, his voice telling me he was still in his chair.
Watching.
I did as he ordered, letting my gaze travel over the defined abdominal muscles that gave Mason a six…no, wait. I counted again. Fuck. He had an eight-pack. I hadn’t known that was actually a thing. When I reached his face, features both familiar and foreign, I found him studying me, the sort of intense expression I rarely saw from him. Fascinated, I lightly touched my teeth to his sensitive crown, and he sucked in a breath. Not removing my eyes from him, I lowered my head, taking as much as I could before slowly coming back up again, sucking hard enough to hollow out my cheeks.
Just before I let the last inch slip out of my mouth, Mason cursed and yanked my head up and off.
Tucker laughed, the vibration moving through his body and into mine, making me moan.
“What’s wrong, big brother? She got you ready to blow your load already?”
Mason glared at Tucker, but spoke to me. “Sweetheart, do me a favor and squeeze that hot little cunt of yours. Show my baby brother that when it comes to you, all bets are off.”
With a smile, I did as I was asked, tensing everything until Tucker let out a string of curses, his fingers digging into my hips, his cock gripped so tightly that he couldn’t move. As Mason gave his brother a smug smile, Tucker curled his body over mine and put his mouth next to my ear.
“Brace yourself, darlin’.” His voice was rough. “The moment you relax, I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name and everyone in this whole fucking place knows who owns that pussy.”
Well, damn.
And then the bastard reached underneath me, one hand cupping a breast, the other going between my legs to where we were joined. His grip on my breast tightened and a finger slid over my clit, making me gasp, my body jerking and my muscles relaxing just enough for Tucker to follow through on his threat.
Promise?
The first thrust caught me off guard and I let out a yelp, but that was all I could manage before he was pounding into me with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. And if that wasn’t enough, his fingers continued to torment me. Tugs on my nipple that weren’t quite painful. Circles around my clit that had pleasure racing across my nerves almost too fast for my brain to process. My fingers tangled in the soft cotton sheets, as if I could hold myself down when every second pushed me closer to flying.
“Look at me, hellcat.”
I turned my head to look at Levi as if I had no choice in the matter.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Tucker.” It was Mason this time. “Why don’t you get her warmed up for me? Should send her right over the edge.”
The hand on my breast moved away, but the one between my legs moved faster and I started to shake. I heard a snapping sound, and then something cold and wet trickled between my cheeks. I let out a strangled sound that turned into a moan as I felt a finger following the path of the liquid. My head fell forward, the pressure growing inside me until I felt like I was going to explode.
Tucker’s finger rubbed over my asshole, spreading what I now understood was lube, and the strange sensation sent a quiver through me. And then, without missing a single stroke, he began to push his finger into me.
“Aw, sweetheart, you’re taking his finger so good.” Mason touched my cheek, turning my face toward his. “But you’ve had a finger in your ass already. And one is nowhere near as big as my cock. Let’s have him add another one.”
Another finger pushed in beside the first, and fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I let out a wordless cry as I came, but it wasn’t just a single burst of pleasure. Tucker kept fucking my pussy, and his fingers started twisting in my ass, the dual sensations sending wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me until I was drowning in it.
“Fuck,” Tucker growled as he pulled his fingers out of me.
The sudden loss was too much for my limbs to take and I collapsed, Tucker riding me the whole way down, his hips jerking against me as he came.
I lost myself for a bit, barely aware of the weight of the man on top of me or when he moved off, his absence leaving my still-spasming channel empty. The mattress shifted once, then again, and I felt hands sliding up the backs of my legs. A hard, hot body brushed against mine and then Mason was turning me so he could press a kiss to my mouth.
It was fairly chaste, considering what we were doing, but it was exactly what I needed to clear enough of the postcoital high to let me focus on Mason.
“Don’t worry, Evie-girl.” He winked at me. “This time, I’m going to do all the work.”
All the work apparently included raising my hips enough to shove one of Levi’s pillows under me and spreading my legs to allow Mason to kneel between them.
“Slow and steady breaths,” Mason said. “Just try to relax.”
“And think of England, right?” I joked.
Levi snorted a laugh, then rolled his eyes when I gave him a surprised look. “A kid in my history class senior year did his research paper and presentation on the whole ‘close your eyes and think of England’ thing.”
“Is that why Mr. Chavez always made us get our paper topics approved?” Mason asked, his hands warm as they palmed my ass cheeks.
“Really?” I threw him a look over my shoulder. “You’re going to talk about our history teacher right now? The guy with the handlebar mustache who smelled like patchouli?”
“Sorry.” Mason grinned, keeping eye contact with me as he bent down to sink his teeth into my ass cheek.
I cursed and started to turn over, but that was when he pulled apart my cheeks and flicked his tongue against my asshole.
“Strawberry lube,” he said. “And one day, I’ll take the time to show you how good it feels to get worked open with my tongue.”
I gaped at him, head spinning from how fast he changed direction.
“Right now, though…” He let his voice trail off as his cock pressed against my asshole.
I closed my eyes and tried to do what he’d told me. As he eased the tip past that tight ring of muscle, I gulped in a shuddering breath. The entire world narrowed down to where he was trying to bring our bodies together. I didn’t know how long it took, or what the other guys were doing while it was happening. All I knew was that the leftover pleasure from my orgasm somehow mixed with the steady burn from my ass, turning what could have been painful into something impossible to describe.
Then he stopped moving and I heard his breathing, as ragged as mine.
“Fuck, sweetheart, your ass is even tighter than your pussy.” His voice was thin. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last.”
“Just do it,” I managed to say. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
His first thrust drew a whimper from me, but he took me at my word and didn’t stop. He didn’t go fast or hard, but he was deep and I was stretched to the point of impossibility. Then, at some point between the fifth and sixth strokes, a curl of pleasure started to unfurl inside me. I shuddered, pushing back against him.
“Damn, Evie.” He slid his hand up my spine to the back of my neck, holding me there for just a moment before his hand slid underneath my stomach.
Just long enough for me to know that I didn’t hate the idea of him holding me down at some point.
So much to explore.
“You starting to feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, rolling his hips in a way that drew a mewling sound from me as I writhed under him. “You like me fucking your ass?”
I nodded, something dark and desperate growing in me. The hand on my stomach moved down my body as he buried himself deep, pausing there for a heartbeat, then two. As he started to pull out, he pushed his fingers between my folds, one on either side of my clit. He rubbed the sides as he picked up the pace, somehow managing to do both with the sort of skill that promised a release like nothing I’d felt before.
We didn’t last long, our bodies clearly wound too tight, but I didn’t think either of us minded as Mason came with a shout, shoving himself so deep that my vision went white. I screamed his name, spasming around his cock, unable to control the force of my climax.
I stayed at that peak as my chest ached from the lack of air, as my ass throbbed in a way that I knew meant I’d be feeling this for a while. By the time I drifted back down to reality, Mason had pulled out and someone had rolled me onto my back. As the haze cleared from my eyes, I found Levi kneeling between my legs, his eyes burning with blue flame.
He didn’t ask, but I knew what he was waiting for. I nodded once. Leaning over me, he gathered my hands in his and pinned my arms above my head, my wrists trapped by a single hand. Then, with his gaze drilling into mine, he drove into me.
I cried out, my nerves nearly raw, my skin so sensitive that the feel of the hair on his legs, the curls at the base of his cock, was nearly too much. I squirmed, not actually wanting free but needing to struggle just for my brain to function. His name poured from my lips while he silently pounded into me, every stroke containing an almost brutal edge that told me he was still holding back.
“Let go,” I demanded. “Give it all to me.”
His eyes narrowed, confirming my suspicions.
“Please, Levi,” I begged. “I need it. I need all of you.”
I didn’t know if it was my tone, my words, or that he was just too close to the edge, but whatever the reason, something snapped. It became bursts of pain and waves of pleasure, and the line between the two didn’t just blur. He fucking erased it.
I came with a violence that I’d never known, something so drastic and so intense that as I hit the highest height, something in my brain said that I couldn’t take anything else. I heard Levi choke out my name and then the darkness swallowed me.