25. Rhett
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Rhett
I set down the monitor on the nightstand.
Landon’s shoulders are tight and his jaw locked. I don’t need to ask what’s running through his head—because it’s the same thing thrumming in mine.
Behind him, Ivy is spread across the bed, hair fanned out, tank top rucked high, shorts shoved down. Hunter is between her thighs, mouth already buried in her, groaning like he’s feasting on his last meal.
The sight punches me in the chest. Hunter loves eating her out. He devours her like it rewires his whole damn brain, fingers gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks as his tongue works deeper. She gasps, her back arching, eyes squeezed shut like she can’t hold it in.
On the other side of the room, Landon leans against the wall, squeezing his cock through his pants. He’s watching her with that sharp, quiet intensity that borders on dangerous. Controlled, but I can see the way it costs him not to rip his zipper down and take what he wants.
I cross to the nightstand, yank open the drawer, and pull out a strip of condoms and the bottle of lube. When I turn back, Ivy’s already gone glassy-eyed, lips parted, hands fisting the sheets. Her chest is rising too fast.
I lean down, press my mouth to hers in a quick kiss, tasting the ragged breath between her lips. “You okay?” I murmur.
She nods, but her eyes flutter back, rolling slightly when Hunter thrusts two fingers inside her at once. A strangled sound rips from her throat.
Hunter slaps her pussy, just once, sharp enough to make her jolt and whimper. “Not yet,” he growls, voice rough against her slick flesh. He spits directly on her clit, thumb smearing it in. “Don’t you fucking come yet.”
She nods fast, desperate. “O-okay.”
His fingers thrust deeper, curling, dragging another whimper out of her.
My hand goes to my belt. I undo my pants, shove them down, and stroke myself once before leaning close to her face again. Her mouth is swollen, needy, lips wet from kissing.
“Open up, sweetheart.”
Her gaze flicks to mine. The second her lips part, I slide my cock into her mouth, groaning at the heat. She moans around me, her throat working as I push deeper.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I grit, my hand curling into her hair to guide her pace. “So good for us.”
Hunter growls something muffled against her cunt, his shoulders flexing as he licks her harder, tongue and fingers working mercilessly. Ivy tries to whimper around me, throat vibrating on my cock. The sound rips right through me.
From the corner of my vision, Landon shifts. His hand is already on his zipper, pulling it down. His eyes lock on mine for half a second before he nods once, curt. Like a signal.
“Open your palm, baby,” I murmur, sliding free from her mouth just long enough to press her hand outward.
She obeys instantly, palm open, trembling.
Landon steps forward, fists his cock out of his pants, and lays it heavy and thick into her hand. He closes her fingers around him, groaning low when she starts stroking.
“That’s it,” I praise, sliding back into her mouth. “Good girl. So fucking perfect.”
Her whimper vibrates down my length, and Landon groans, head tipping back as her hand works him.
Hunter lifts his face from between her thighs, chin wet, eyes glazed with hunger. “She’s dripping all over me.”
His fingers pump harder, curling inside her. Her hips jerk, thighs trembling.
Hunter smirks, glances up at me, then Landon. “She’s close.”
“Not yet,” I snap, pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop. “She can hold it.”
Her eyes fly open, desperate, glassy. “Please?—”
“Not yet,” I repeat, thumb stroking her cheek. “You’ll come when we say you can.”
Her breath hitches. She nods frantically, hand still working Landon’s cock.
Landon finally steps closer, his free hand cupping her jaw, forcing her gaze to his. “You like this?” His voice is low, dangerous. “All of us using you?”
Her chest heaves. “Y-yes.”
His jaw ticks. “Say it.”
“I like it,” she gasps. “I like it when all of you—oh my god?—”
Hunter drives his fingers deeper, sucking her clit hard enough to make her cry out.
Her voice is a wreck. “I like it when you use me.”
Landon groans, his cock twitching in her hand.
We move without speaking. Years of rhythm with Hunter, instinct sharpening between us all now. I slide back into her mouth, her throat working to take me deeper while Hunter roughly licks her, keeping her teetering on the edge.
Landon strokes himself once, then lets her fist do the work, his eyes burning as he watches her choke down on me.
The sounds filling the room are obscene—Hunter’s slurping, her gagged whimpers, the slick glide of her hand on Landon’s cock.
She breaks first. Her body jolts, thighs snapping shut on Hunter’s head, a scream muffled around me as she squirts. The wet gush spills across Hunter’s chin, soaking the sheets beneath her.
“Fuck yes,” Hunter groans, pulling back to lap at the mess. “That’s my girl. Look at that.”
I yank free from her mouth, stroking my spit-slick cock as I watch her tremble apart. Landon curses, low and guttural, spilling hot across her knuckles when her grip tightens at the same time.
Her body sags into the mattress, shuddering, gasping like she’s drowning.
I crawl up over her, kiss her mouth, tasting myself there. She whimpers against me, exhausted but still hungry.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her lips. “Taking us so well.”
Hunter flops onto the bed beside her, grinning wolfishly, his face drenched, his cock hard and aching against his stomach. “Round two?”
Landon wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like he’s the one who’s tasted her. His gray eyes flick to me, then back to her. “She can take it.”
I press my forehead to hers, the praise spilling out before I can stop it. “So perfect. Ours.”
Her lashes flutter, her lips parting on a soft, broken sound.
She’s still trembling when I kiss her again, her lips swollen, slick with me. Her thighs twitch, wet still pouring out of her, soaking the sheets. Hunter wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins like the devil himself, his chin shining with her.
“She’s ready,” he says, voice rough. “Look at her—wrecked already, and we’ve barely started.”
Landon is standing stiff, his cock somehow still thick and hard, twitching in his fist as he stares at her. His jaw is locked, but the heat in his eyes is molten.
I brush her hair back from her damp forehead. “Sweetheart, you good?”
She whimpers, nodding, eyes half-lidded. “More,” she whispers. “Please.”
Fuck.
Hunter shoots me a glance, that little grin curling at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll go first. She needs a good stretch before you two get in line.”
I laugh low, breathless. “Cocky as hell.”
“Confident,” he counters, already shifting between her thighs. He grabs the condom I tossed on the sheets, rips it open with his teeth, and rolls it on.
Ivy’s still catching her breath, but her hips lift weakly as Hunter lines himself up. His palm presses firm against her stomach as he thrusts in slow—inch by inch, filling her deep.
Her gasp is sharp, almost pained, then melts into a moan so soft it shoots straight to my cock.
“Fuck yes,” Hunter groans, bottoming out, his face twisting with the sheer relief of being inside her. “Tight as ever. Damn, baby.”
I can’t help it—I lean down, kiss her cheek, her jaw, her mouth. Her lips tremble against mine, the sound of Hunter’s thrusts filling the room in sharp, slick rhythm.
Landon finally moves, sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock heavy in his hand. His gaze doesn’t leave her, doesn’t leave us.
Hunter fucks her slow at first, then harder, his hips snapping, the headboard bumping lightly against the wall. She claws at my shoulders, her breath breaking.
“You take him so well,” I murmur against her ear, watching the way her body yields to Hunter’s thrusts. “So greedy for it.”
“Rhett,” she gasps, half-broken, “don’t stop talking.”
My chest swells. I kiss her again, slower this time, even as Hunter fucks her roughly. “You’re perfect. Made for us. Look at you, taking Hunter like you were born to.”
Her nails dig into my back, sharp and desperate.
Hunter groans, pulling out suddenly. “Tag in, man.”
My heart thuds once, hard. Then I’m there, sliding the next condom on, pressing against her slick entrance while Hunter shifts to her side, kissing her throat, her shoulder, his fingers still teasing her clit.
I push inside slowly, savoring every fucking second of her stretch around me. Heat, wet, tight walls clenching like she’s trying to pull me deeper.
“Fuck,” I grit, bottoming out. My vision whites out for a second.
Her mouth opens, a ragged sound spilling out. “Oh my god.”
Hunter laughs low against her ear. “Look at you stretching around Rhett’s cock.”
Her whimper is everything.
I thrust once, deep, and her body jolts. I thrust again, harder, groaning through clenched teeth as her pussy grips me like a fist.
Hunter’s hand slides down her stomach, circling her clit lazily as I fuck her harder. Her thighs tremble, her back arches, her moans breaking free without rhythm.
Landon is still watching, stroking himself slow and steady, his body screaming restraint.
I pull out halfway, slam back in, and her scream fills the room.
“Good girl,” I pant, hips pounding, sweat beading at my temple. “Taking me so deep. You’re perfect, fuck, you’re perfect.”
Her eyes are wide, glassy, pinned on me like she’s drowning in everything.
I don’t last long—not with her nails digging into my chest, not with Hunter whispering filth against her ear, not with Landon’s stare burning holes through my back. I grit my teeth, pull out just before I’d lose it, and let the condom hang heavy as I shove back from the bed, chest heaving.
I nod at Landon. “Your turn.”
For a second, he doesn’t move. Then he exhales slow, almost like he’s bracing himself, and rolls the condom on with clipped efficiency.
When he crawls onto the bed, it’s different. Controlled. His hand cups her jaw, his mouth crashes onto hers, and then he pushes into her with a single, brutal thrust that knocks a cry from her lips.
“Fuck,” I mutter, watching.
Landon groans, low and guttural. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He slams into her again, harder, setting a ruthless pace that makes the mattress rock. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted all of us using you?”
Her sob is half-pleasure, half-shock. “Y-yes, I?—”
Hunter smirks, kissing her shoulder, stroking her clit in rhythm with Landon’s thrusts. “Look at you, baby. Taking his cock like you can’t get enough.”
Her body arches, toes curling, moans tumbling fast.
“Goddamn,” I breathe, stroking myself as I watch. “She’s perfect like this.”
Landon’s rhythm doesn’t falter. Each thrust is sharp, merciless, claiming. “This is mine,” he growls against her neck. “This pussy, this body—mine.”
Her scream rips out, high and broken, as she squirts again, soaking him, soaking the sheets.
Hunter barks a laugh. “She just fucking squirted on you, man.”
Landon groans, hips jerking, cock buried to the hilt. He pulls out just in time, condom full as he curses low.
She’s trembling, boneless, gasping for breath as Hunter strokes her hair, kisses her temple. “You okay, baby?”
She nods weakly, eyes glazed. “I—I can’t… I can’t feel my legs.”
We laugh, soft, spent, but fuck if it isn’t the most perfect sound in the world.
I kiss her forehead, still shaking myself. “That’s because you gave them to us.”
Her laugh is breathless, broken, but real. And lying there, wrecked in our arms, she’s never looked more like ours.