20. Maya
20
MAYA
“Mom, please!”
Matty gazed up at me with those huge puppy-dog eyes that he knew I couldn’t resist. He only pulled them out in serious circumstances, which meant that my chances of getting him to drop the possibility now that it had crossed his mind were next to zero.
“I don’t know, baby,” I told him, ruffling his hair lightly. “The guys have work to do, and?—”
“I’m free this evening,” Devon said, and I shot a look at him. He knew it was an overstep, trying to invite himself back to my place, but at the same time, I just didn’t know if I could say no to Matty when he was so insistent.
At the end of the set tour, Matty had started making some noise about bringing the guys back to ours for dinner. Which, in his kid mind, probably made the most sense in the world—they were his friends now, after all, and his friends came to visit our place all the time, right?
But bringing them to my home, that felt like it would change things. I’d been doing my best to avoid them lately, and it would break that rule, but more than that—it would be inviting them into my real life, and I didn’t know if I was ready for that. I didn’t know if I could really take the reality of having them there, in my house, where I lived my normal, everyday life. It just seemed like a risk I couldn’t take, overlapping the fantasy with the reality, the fun with the normalcy. Especially not when there was such a huge secret I was trying to keep from them.
“Me too,” Lee cut in, surprising me—he was the last one I would have expected to agree to this.
Taylor nodded along. “Martha’s staying over at a friend’s place today, so I can as well,” he offered. As I glanced between the four of them, I knew there was going to be no getting out of it. The decision had practically been made for me, whether I liked it or not, and if I tried to wriggle out of it now, Matty would sense that there was something more serious going on, and that was the last thing I needed.
“Fine,” I replied with a sigh. “But I need to pick up groceries on the way back. And?—”
“I can do that,” Lee offered at once. “Just give me a list, I’ll handle it.”
“You can’t just walk into a grocery store?—”
“I’ll figure it out,” he assured me, flashing me a grin. He was clearly taken with the idea of spending more time with Matty and me—well, I had to assume it was more about me, to be honest, given how hard he’d been flirting with me today. But if he wanted to help, shit, I wasn’t going to go arguing with that. God knew I could use all the help I could get.
“I’ll drive you over,” Devon cut in. “Taylor, you want to come with us…?”
Before I knew it, they had organized practically the whole night. Lee was going to pick up the food, and Taylor and Devon were going to head back to my place and start making dinner. To say it was surreal didn’t even come close to covering it. All three of them, coming back to my place, heading home with me and Matty… Having one man in my apartment would be weird, but the whole damn trio…?
But when I looked over in the back seat of Devon’s car and saw the grin on Matty’s face, I knew I couldn’t have denied him this, not even if I wanted to. He was so giddy at getting to spend time with all three of them, and I would have felt like all kinds of an asshole denying him more of that when they were all so willing, even if I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why.
I mean, with Devon, it made sense. But Lee and Taylor? I was sure Taylor was still mad as hell at me for keeping this from Devon in the first place, and Lee was about at the bottom of the list of people I would describe as a family man. But I guessed…I guessed, underneath it all, they cared about my little boy, and I appreciated that way too much to argue with it.
When we got back to our place, Matty insisted on dragging Devon through to his room so he could show him the action figures and comics I’d managed to pick up for him over the years—those things were damned expensive, so he treasured them like they were made of gold.
Taylor followed me to the kitchen, the first time we’d been alone together since that evening in the alleyway when we had sex. And, though I could tell he still had his doubts, at least he wasn’t as mad at me as he had been then.
“Are you…are you okay?” I asked him, slightly more nervous than I would like to admit. Taylor, being so much older than me, was kind of intimidating, and I had to remind myself that he was just a guy like the rest of them.
Taylor nodded as he headed to my cupboards to pull them open and see what we were working with.
“I’m fine,” he replied. “Glad that you’re letting Devon spend some time with Matty.”
I smiled, my chest tightening with warmth for a moment. It felt good, not to have him mad at me anymore, though I knew he hadn’t been entirely wrong for it. Whatever tension there seemed to have been between us, he was starting to let it go, and the comfortable quiet between us as we started to gather everything we’d need for dinner settled into me like a warm blanket.
But that quiet didn’t last long, as Lee buzzed on the door and came up laden with shopping bags. I cast an eye over the mountains of product he was carrying, shaking my head slightly.
“This is way more than?—”
“I wanted to make sure we had enough for everyone,” he replied, ducking through the door. “Where’s the kitchen…?”
I directed him through to the kitchen, where Taylor had set about making some pasta dish. I had never been much of a cook, but he seemed confident enough that I was willing to just stand back and let him work. With everything that Lee had brought with him—which he refused to let me pay for—the apartment was soon filled with delicious savory scents, eventually coaxing Devon and Matty back out to join us.
“Where have you been?” Lee asked playfully, as though he was jealous that Devon had gotten all that time with Matty alone.
“He was showing me his Trio toys,” Devon replied, looking down at Matty fondly and giving his shoulder a squeeze. “It’s a pretty good collection, I have to say.”
“I’ll have to check it out,” Lee remarked, but Taylor glanced around from where he was standing over the stove.
“After dinner,” he replied. “It’s almost ready.”
“Let’s set the table, huh, Matty?” I suggested, and then I winced. “Oh, damn, I don’t know if I have enough seats for everyone…”
“We’ll figure it out,” Devon told me softly—and, judging by the smile on his face, he wasn’t just referring to the seating arrangements.
We did figure those out too, though, pulling a beanbag from Matty’s room for Lee to sit on and stacking up a couple boxes that I could perch on top of so we all had somewhere to sit around the table. The meal that Taylor had made was delicious, a rich tomato sauce that clung to thick strands of pasta, covered with a generous helping of cheese.
“Where did you learn to cook?” Lee remarked as he took a hefty bite. “This is actually pretty good…”
“Not all of us have had personal trainers and chefs our whole lives,” he shot back, flashing Lee a grin.
“Oh, yeah, I forget,” Lee teased. “You actually had to take care of yourself for a while, right…?”
The conversation flowed easily, with Matty just listening in as best he could—whenever I looked at him, his eyes were wide with delight and surprise. Though I knew this was likely going to invite all kinds of complications into my life that I sincerely didn’t need, I would have given anything to see him that happy. I loved knowing that my little boy was so full of joy, so glad to be surrounded by these men who he adored so much.
After dinner, once we had cleared up, I could see that Matty’s head was beginning to droop.
“You should get some rest, baby,” I told him, and he shook his head at once.
“I’m fine!” he protested, but it turned into a yawn before he could even get the words out. Devon chuckled.
“You should listen to your mom, buddy,” he told him. “Get some sleep.”
“Will you guys come visit again?”
A silence lay over the room for a moment. Devon hesitated, and looked over at me. He clearly didn’t want to make any promises that he couldn’t keep, but I could see the hope in his eyes, clearly wishing that I would just agree to what my son was asking.
“We’ll see, sweetheart,” I replied. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed…”
I took him to get washed up, and tucked him under the covers, pulling them up to his chin like I always did. Though he was obviously still pretty excited, today had been so much that he could barely keep his eyes open by the time I flicked the light out.
“I love you, honey,” I told him as I pressed a kiss against his head. As I straightened up, I couldn’t help but smile as I looked down at him. So happy. Just the way I liked him.
But as soon as I stepped out of the door and closed it behind me, I was struck by a sudden realization—I was now alone with the three of them. The three guys I had been trying to avoid, the three guys from whom I was keeping one big-ass secret. Though there was no way they could guess what I’d been concealing from them, I couldn’t help but worry that it might bubble up to the surface at any second and come spilling out before I could stop it.
Gathering myself, I took a deep breath and stepped back out into the living room. Sure enough, there they were, just where I had left them—though, without my son in the room, the vibe felt very different than it had before I’d left.
“Hey,” I greeted them awkwardly, leaning in the doorway, twisting my hands around themselves as I tried to stem the doubts rushing through my mind.
“Hey,” Lee replied, taking the initiative. “I got a bottle of wine when I was out. You want me to pour you a glass?”
“Uh, I’m good, thanks,” I replied, my hand brushing over my stomach almost without realizing. “But you guys go ahead.”
Lee headed to the kitchen, and I noticed Taylor giving me a slightly odd look—as though he had noticed my reaction, perhaps reading into it more than I would have liked. I cleared my throat and drew my gaze away from him quickly, and turned to Devon instead.
“Did you have a good time today?” I asked him. The smile that split his face when I asked him that seemed to be at least a mile wide, and he nodded.
“Hell, yes,” he replied. “I—he’s an amazing kid, Maya. You should be so proud of him.”
“You really should be,” Taylor agreed. “It’s tough, being a single parent, but he’s clearly not lacked anything he needed growing up.”
I pressed my lips together, a swell of warmth spreading up through me. Maybe it was just the pregnancy hormones, but being around them like this, having them all in my intimate space in such a way, it was making it hard for me to think straight. I had indulged my attraction to all three of them so quickly, and then nothing at all—it felt like my body had gone into withdrawal as a result. Now, the soles of my feet prickling, I wanted nothing more than to sate my craving.
Lee emerged from the kitchen, holding a glass of wine. My gaze was drawn to the way his fingers looked wrapped around the glass, and he seemed to clock at once the way I was staring at him.
“Something on your mind?” he murmured, and I shook my head at once. I didn’t even know how much these guys were aware of, if they knew that I’d been with all three of them. They probably would think I was some crazy, wanton slut if they knew—but right now, the notion of them seeing me that way wasn’t entirely unappealing, I had to admit.
“No,” I replied quickly. “It’s just…uh, it’s been a long time since I had any guys in here. That’s all.”
“Oh, really?” Lee remarked, cocking an eyebrow. He seemed amused by the thought. I guess it must seem ironic, given what we’d gotten up to at his place. It wasn’t as though I had been playing at being some chaste nun all this time, after all.
“I can’t believe that,” Taylor cut in with a chuckle.
“Why not?” I demanded, my gaze flashing around to his in an instant.
“Hey, hey, I don’t mean anything by it,” he replied, holding his hands up. “Just…difficult to believe that a beautiful woman like you would be able to keep the guys away from her door for long.”
“Yeah, usually she sticks to makeup trailers,” Lee teased me. “Isn’t that right, Maya?”
“Lee,” I gasped, but neither of the other guys seemed entirely put out by the revelation. I guessed they must have talked about this amongst themselves at some point—the thought of which, I had to admit, was kind of exciting. I didn’t get the feeling that it had been as simple as some dick-measuring contest, where they were all trying to boast to one another about who had done a better job with me—no, I got the feeling that it was something a little more open than that.
“It’s fine,” Devon replied, raising his eyebrows at me. “He’s right, remember? That’s where we…”
“Guys, I don’t know if I should be talking about this with all of you,” I protested weakly, though I could feel a heat lifting inside of me, something beginning to warm deep down in my belly at the feel of their attention focused on me. All three of them were watching me intently, taking in my every move, like I was in a spotlight and they were the ones pointing it.
“Why not?” Lee replied. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ve been with all of us by now, right?”
There it was, the question that I’d been trying to dodge. Finally, after a deep breath, I managed to nod.
“Y—yes,” I confessed. “Yes, I’ve been with all of you…”
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered, his voice dropping slightly. “Why is that so hot to me?”
“Me too,” Devon added, moving in closer to me. He was just a matter of inches from me now, Lee still leaning in the kitchen doorway and watching us. My heart was pounding in my chest, and it felt like every inch of my body was lighting up in response to their scrutiny. I wanted to feel their touch, but at the same time, it seemed like too much of a risk—the kind of risk that I might pay for down the line, but the kind of risk I was willing to take.
Before I knew it, Devon was standing before me, his eyes locked onto mine, his gaze dark and wanting—and just like that, he reached toward me and pulled me in for a kiss.
I didn’t know what to make of it, the pressure of his lips on mine while the other two stood there watching—if I’d tried to imagine this moment, I would have thought it would feel awkward, letting him kiss me while Lee and Taylor stood there. Instead, under the burning want of their gazes, I could feel something lighting up within me—knowing that it wasn’t just one of them I wanted, not just Devon, not just Lee, not just Taylor, but all of them.
Devon moved his hand to my waist, and I felt other hands on me. It took me a moment to realize who they belonged to, but as I felt his lips caress along the edge of my neck, I realized it was Lee. I gasped against Devon’s mouth as Lee’s hand roamed down to my ass, groping at me through my jeans like this was what he’d been waiting for since the moment he stepped through the door.
I pulled back from Devon and turned my head to Lee, kissing him slowly—two men, all over me, wanting me, having me, like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. And when I turned to kiss Devon once more, I saw Taylor watching all of us, his hand on his cock, his eyes dark with desire. There was something about the way he took it all in that turned me on even more, playing the voyeur to me and the others even when he’d been the one to fuck me most recently.
Devon and Lee guided me toward the couch, taking turns making out with me, each of them shifting their attention to my neck and ears and collarbone when I broke away from their lips. It was the strangest sensation, but at the same time, one that made perfect sense to me.
Lee’s hands slipped down to the buttons of my shirt as, deftly, he began to undo them. The cool air prickled at my skin, the most delicious feeling. It was as though I had been cooped up all day, and at last, I was able to free myself.
He undid my shirt quickly and dropped his mouth to my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipple. I lifted my head and found Taylor still sitting opposite us, his cock in his hand as he took us in. Our eyes met for a moment, and I gasped, drawing in a sharp breath at the sight of this man before me—his eyes fixed on me, taking in every moment of my pleasure like it was the most important thing in the world to him right now.
Devon’s hand slipped to my lower stomach, his fingertips grazing along the top of my pants. I could feel that heat sliding down between my legs, my pussy throbbing as I ached for someone to touch me there—for the sensation of someone’s hands upon me, someone inside of me, just something to sate this need that was starting to get the better of me before I could stop it.
Popping the button on my jeans, Devon did just that. Moving his hand into my panties, he grazed his fingers along my clit, just at the same moment that Lee bared his teeth against my nipple. That rush of pleasure and pain drew another groan from between my lips, and I found my back arching, my eyes blurring at the edges as the sensations got the better of me.
“Fuck, you look good like that, Maya,” Taylor growled from just a few feet away. I managed to flutter my eyes open long enough to look at him, and he drank in the sight of me like that, laid out for his pleasure as the other two guys did exactly what I needed.
“Does that feel good?” Devon asked me, breath against my neck, as he slowly massaged my clit while Lee nibbled on my nipples.
“Mhm. Yes,” I managed to pant back at last, though it seemed a miracle that I could get any words out at all. My head was such a mess, my body giving in to the sensations that they were sending through me, unable to focus on anything else but how good they made me feel, and how much I wanted more.
“Good,” he breathed, letting his tongue graze against my ear. I shuddered helplessly against him as his fingers dropped lower, Lee massaging my breast in one hand while he swirled his tongue around the nipple of the other.
I needed to be naked. Right now. My body felt like it was on fire with the sheer intensity of desire that was throbbing through me, and I couldn’t sate it while I was clothed, I knew that much. I shrugged off my shirt and lifted my hips from the couch so I could wriggle out of my jeans and panties. Lee and Devon both pulled back for a moment, just watching me as I set about stripping for them, and the burn of their gazes was all it took to make me forget about every doubt I might have had.
“You,” Lee murmured, as I sank back down on to the couch, “are fucking perfect…”
And with that, he moved ahead of me, flipping me onto all fours so I was in the center of the couch, and Lee and Devon were at either side of me—Lee at my head, Devon returning his attention to my pussy.
“I concur,” Taylor added, and he reached out to run a hand down my spine. I shivered, goose bumps exploding all over my body, all of their hands on me at once. Fuck. This was more than anything I could have imagined. I wasn’t even sure I’d been capable of this level of pleasure until now, but in this moment, I kept unlocking new bounds of sensation, and I wanted more. Needed more.
“I…want to feel you inside of me,” I breathed. I wasn’t even sure who I was talking to, I just knew that I needed it, knew that I would do anything in my power to make it happen. And thank God, they were willing to give it to me.
Before me, Lee unzipped his pants and pulled his cock into his hand. I couldn’t help but flick my tongue over my lips at the sight of him there in front of me, ready for me, needing me. There was already a drop of precum glistening at his tip, like this want had started from the moment he saw me. He guided his cock toward my mouth, and I opened my lips and let him slip a few inches into me.
Behind me, I could feel Devon gliding his hand over my ass, dipping it between my legs to feel how wet I was for them already.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured, and I moaned around Lee’s cock. I couldn’t fit much more than a few inches into my mouth, but I did my best to work him with my tongue, running it along his underside, massaging him and applying a little sucking pressure to take him where he needed to go.
“Trust me, her pussy feels perfect from behind,” Taylor cut in. “I want to see the look on her face when you fuck her like that, Devon…”
As if he needed any more encouragement. I felt him pressing against my entrance, and a few seconds later, the delicious sensation of him slipping inside of me in one swift motion. For a moment, my head just spun as I tried to make sense of this, everything that was happening right now. Taylor watching, Lee in my mouth, Devon filling my pussy, it was…it was so fucking hot I couldn’t think straight.
Devon held himself there inside of me for a few moments, and then at last he began to move. In front of me, Lee did the same thing, thrusting shallowly into my mouth, making sure he didn’t push too deep. And the feeling of the two of them taking me from each angle, the feeling of my mouth and my pussy being filled at the same time, I knew in that instant that I was going to be addicted to it. Nothing else would satisfy me now. I needed all three of them.
I looked over at Taylor, whose gaze was fixed on my face—he was stroking his cock a little faster now, and knowing that he was getting off to this as much as I was sent another thrill of arousal through my body. I arched my back, pushing against Devon, feeling him all the way inside of me, right up to the hilt, just as Lee inched a little further into my mouth. I held myself there for a moment, indulging in that feeling of the three of them, their attention all focused on me—and then, as he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him hard, Devon started to fuck me properly.
From that second on, everything became just a blur of helpless, endless pleasure. Devon’s hand between my legs, stroking my clit as he fucked me. Lee’s cock in my mouth, his fingers raking through my hair to draw my gaze up to him. The look on his face, his lips slightly parted, his jaw tight, knowing how much this was turning him on. Hearing Taylor groaning beside me every now and then, and looking over to see him drinking in the sight greedily, like it was the only thing in the world that mattered to him right now…
My orgasm was building fast, something deeper and more intense than anything I had felt before. It was a sheer, wanton, all-consuming need that took control of every part of my body at once, lighting me up from top to bottom. I couldn’t think straight, not even if I wanted to, and I didn’t. I wanted to lose myself completely to the total selfishness of this feeling, to knowing how much I was turning all of them on. All of these men, who could have had damn near anyone in the world that they wanted, and all they were focused on right now…
Was me.
And it was that thought that finally took me over the edge and into my release. My body clenched, my pussy throbbing around Devon’s cock as the orgasm hit me at last. I groaned around Lee’s dick, glad that I had something to muffle the noise I was sure I would have been making otherwise. Lee moved into my mouth one last time, and I felt his cock twitch between my lips, the throb of it as he finished. Without thinking, I swallowed down every drop, not wanting to miss a thing. Greedy for everything he could give me, everything they could all give me.
Judging by the sounds that Taylor made beside me, that was all it took to get him over the edge too. My body was spasming, arms trembling as I tried to hold myself up, and I managed to look over at Taylor just in time to see him reach his own release. I had never watched a guy get himself off like that before, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last time—the image of him, his face tense with pleasure, his hand still around his pulsating cock, instantly burned itself onto my memory.
Devon looped his arm around my waist and pulled me up against him as he continued to thrust inside of me, his gasps for breath catching at his throat with every movement. He slid his hand up, letting it press against my chest, over my heart, just like he had always done before.
And with that, he reached his release—Lee pulled back from me, and I gasped in pleasure as I felt Devon finish inside of me. He stirred his hips against mine for a long moment, clearly not ready to be done with this quite yet, and I rocked my hips against him a few more times, determined to take everything he had to give me…
As he held himself there, the other two still watching us, I knew that this night was only just beginning.
And that whatever they had next for me was going to make it hard to walk for the next few days. And it would be totally, utterly, worth it. Every second.