Chapter 27 Ash
Ash
I rush toward the porch anyway, Cass hauling me against his chest the moment I get within reach. He hauls me against his chest, my back against the wall of him, my feet dangling. He plants a full kiss to my lips before carrying me through the door like I weigh nothing.
He sets me down in the living room and spins me around, his hands on my hips, his eyes dark. "Caught you."
"You didn't even chase me for this last one! You just stood on the porch." The warmth of the living room feels so good against my chilled skin, though I’m very well aware how dirty we all are. The fact that there are blankets and towels laid over everything tells me how much these men prepared.
"I'm efficient." He strips the muddy flannel over my head. Cass's jaw goes tight as his gaze travels down my body. "I can’t wait to ruin you a little more."
I suck in my bottom lip, chewing on it as I glance over at Teague. “Wait, did you take a fucking shower? That’s not fair!”
Teague chuckles as he steps closer. “I’m taking your mouth, Sunshine. Can’t do that with the way I was. I am a gentleman. Sometimes.”
A laugh tears out of me that slowly turns into a moan as Cass bends me over the arm of the couch and his hands spread me open.
The sound of his zipper spikes my pulse into my throat.
He slicks himself and pushes in, one long stroke that shoves me onto my toes against the cushion.
My forehead drops into the fabric as I cry out, my fingers clawing at the couch.
"Color," he says, already buried deep.
"Green, Cass, move—"
He moves with deep rolling thrusts that push me forward on every stroke, my hips grinding against the armrest, the friction maddening. Three strokes nearly send me over, my whole body overstimulated and already at the edge again.
“Did Ledger prep you for what we’re about to do?”
I frown, confused which is instantly replaced by a moan falling from my lips as Cass jams into me. He reaches around, his hand sliding around to grip the base of my cock, squeezing just enough to hold me at the edge. I whine into the cushion, my whole body shaking. "You're going to wait."
"I can't, I need—"
The front door opens and Ledger walks in, covered in mud from where he fucked me in the woods. He strips his shirt over his head, cackling as he stalks closer in. "You're getting both."
My brain stalls. Cass pulls out and I gasp at the loss. He drops onto the couch and pulls me into his lap facing him, sinking me back down in one smooth motion that punches the air from my lungs. His hands settle on my hips, holding me still.
Ledger's hand runs down my spine. His fingers, slick with lube, press against me alongside Cass. I tense at the pressure and he pauses.
"Breathe, Ash."
"I don't know if I can—"
"You can." Cass' mouth finds my ear. "Slow. Yellow if you need us to ease up. The word if you need us to stop." He kisses the lobe. “But seeing you come out of the woods after my brother tells me you took three fingers just fine.”
I stare into Cass’ eyes, studying his expression. “You planned this.” I twist to find Teague, his smug smile only getting wider.
Teague nods. “It wasn’t the plan at first but it’s been on our minds, all of us sharing you, taking you, claiming you.”
Heat runs through me as Ledger works me open around Cass with a patience that borders on cruelty, one finger alongside the thickness already inside me, his free hand rubbing circles on my lower back.
The stretch is just as intense the first time but I can truly feel it now that no one is actually fucking me, a burning pressure that walks the knife edge between too much and exactly right.
I press my face into Cass' neck and breathe through it, my fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to mark.
"You’re so pretty like this, stretched around us," Ledger purrs behind me. "We’re going to fill you so fucking good."
A second finger and the stretch deepens into something that makes my mouth fall open against Cass' throat, soundless. I can feel both of them, the different textures, the heat. My body is shaking between them, caught in the space where pain becomes something else entirely.
It wasn’t like this even ten minutes ago. I don’t know what’s different. It’s probably the position or the fact that they’re all here watching me.
"Color," Ledger says.
"Green." My voice doesn't sound like mine. "Fuck me, please."
He withdraws his fingers and lines up. The blunt pressure of him alongside Cass pushes the air from my lungs in a rush that leaves nothing behind.
He presses in slowly, millimeter by millimeter, his hand firm on my hip.
Cass holds perfectly still beneath me, his breathing ragged against my chest. The fullness is beyond anything I have language for, my body stretched to a point where thought stops and sensation becomes the only thing that exists.
A sound tears from me that fills the room, the hallway, probably the yard. Ledger stops.
"Don't stop." I grip Cass harder. "Don't you dare stop."
Ledger presses deeper. My vision collapses to a point and then blows wide. I can feel them both, every inch, every pulse, the heat of two men inside me at once, and the intimacy of it is so total that tears spill from my eyes before I register they're forming.
"Fuck," Cass breathes against my chest. "I can feel him."
They start to move, alternating, one pushing in while the other pulls back.
The sensation of being filled, emptied, and filled again is so continuous that my body stops distinguishing between them.
My head falls back against Ledger's shoulder, the sounds leaving my mouth having no relationship to language.
"Christ, Sunshine."
Teague crosses the room to stand in front of the couch. His hand cups my jaw and tilts my face up. I'm barely behind my own eyes, my body rocking between Cass and Ledger in a rhythm that's turned my thoughts to static.
"Open," Teague says, freeing himself.
I open and he slides in, his hand gentle on my jaw, his thumb stroking my cheek.
The fullness is total. Every part of me occupied, held, claimed.
Cass beneath me, Ledger behind me, Teague in my mouth.
Their hands on my skin, their sounds tangling with mine, and I am the center of gravity that holds all of them in orbit.
Ledger pulls out every few seconds, letting me gasp around Teague, his hand tilting my face to check my eyes before pressing back in.
His fingers never leave my skin, reading the tension in my muscles, adjusting when I flinch.
Cass' rhythm picks up beneath me, deeper, his mouth pressed against my chest where my heart is hammering hard enough for him to feel it in his teeth.
The drop comes for me like a wave I can see building. Every nerve ending in my body fires at once, the pressure from all three of them converging into something that transcends individual sensation and becomes a single overwhelming force.
"I'm going—" I pull off Teague just long enough to get air, my voice destroyed. "I can feel it coming, I'm going to—"
"Let go," Cass says beneath me. "We've got you."
I come untouched. My body locks around both of them so hard that Cass swears against my ribs and Ledger's rhythm shatters.
The orgasm tears through me in waves, each one pulling another sound from somewhere primal.
My vision goes white. Teague finishes across my jaw, Cass groans into my chest as Ledger presses his forehead against my spine, the two brothers exploding inside of my ass until their cum is dripping down between us.
The warmth takes me before the last wave recedes.
The weight of three bodies against mine becomes distant, like something happening to someone else very far away. The falling is so gentle this time, just warmth and the sensation of being held by something I can't see.
It feels so… wonderful. Slowly, sensation comes back to me, fingers carding through my hair, another hand pressed against my chest, my ass slowly being emptied as League and Cass pull out of me.
"Come back to me, Ash."
The words arrive in pieces and I follow them up as the room sharpens at the edges. Cass' heartbeat beneath my ear. Ledger's palm flat on my back. Teague's thumb wiping tears from my cheek.
"There he is," Teague says softly.
I blink, finding myself curled against Cass’ chest, a blanket thrown over me as I stare up at Teague and Ledger. There’s that same mixture of relief and wonder I've seen every time I surface, the expression that tells me they were scared and they'll never admit it.
"We're doing this again,” I blurt out, despite still trembling from that drop. I’m absolutely filthy and already planning the next time.
Cass' laugh shakes through my chest. Teague drops his head, his shoulders moving. Ledger makes his sound, the exhale through his nose, the one I've been collecting since the first night.
"You're insane," Teague says against my forehead as he presses a kiss there, lingering a moment longer than necessary. “But yes, absolutely we’re doing this again. And next time, we’re recording it. I would give anything to rewatch you flat out in the mud with us pounding into you.”
I’ve never even thought of recording anything but now that the thought is out there… I clear my throat but it’s like they already caught on, each of those devilish smiles returning.
God, I’m in so much trouble, aren’t I?