Chapter 34 #2
I tell Nash what Saylor just said, and Nash’s expression darkens, his jaw clenching. “You don’t get it, Say. Since that day, since you’ve been… gone, it’s like I’ve been cut off. You were the link that held us together. Now, I’m just running after a bond I can never be part of.”
Saylor’s frustration and pain echo through me as I tell Nash word for word. “You think my life is something to be jealous of? I’m stuck here, Nash. You’re living, breathing. Don’t you see? You have the chance to live, and I’m a fucking potato.”
Fuck, I didn’t know Saylor thought that harshly about himself. I need to change that.
Nash’s eyes glisten, a mix of anger and sorrow.
“But our lives shattered that day too, Saylor. It’s not just you.
We all lost something. I lost my brother, my friend…
the one who understood me the most.” The room falls into a tense silence, the air thick with unspoken words and raw emotions.
Then, slowly, Nash’s expression softens.
“I miss you, man. Every day, it’s like there’s this hole that nothing can fill. ”
“Oh, that’s why you tried to fill so many holes of other people?” Saylor’s tone is sarcastic, and I have to press my lips together to avoid laughing.
I think I will keep that one to myself.
Saylor’s anger dissipates into sadness. “I miss you, too, Nash… more than you know. It’s just hard seeing life go on without me. Seeing you holding her when I want nothing more than to do just that.”
I reach out and place my hand over Saylor’s beside me.
I want nothing more than that too.
Nash takes a deep, shuddering breath after I tell him what was said, his usual facade crumbling. “I love you, Say. We all do. And it’s not the same without you. You were always the one who held us together, and without you, everything just feels off.”
I can see Saylor’s love and longing, a mirror to Nash’s emotions, and I try to convey it in my voice as I relay what he says. “I love you, too, Nash. And I’m still here, in a way. I wish it could be different.”
The silence stretches, all of us in our thoughts, and I start to shiver, still clad in only a too-small towel. Nash’s hand rubs up and down my thigh, and Saylor leans in to set his chin on my shoulder.
“So, how does that even work? Can you guys like…” Nash asks, his fingertips pressing into my thigh slightly.
Saylor leans back and lets out a frustrated huff. “Of course, he would ask that.”
I know that’s something Saylor is slightly insecure about, which flares my protective instinct, so I hear myself answering boldly, “Yes, he’s more than capable of making me come if you really wanna know.”
Saylor laughs loudly, but I can see relief in his eyes when I turn to him and smile.
When I turn back to Nash, he searches my eyes. “How?”
I shrug, my bravado gone. “It tingles when he touches me.”
“Like a vibrator? Bro, that’s fucking unfair.” Nash gapes in Saylor’s direction.
“Says the one who can actually fuck her,” Saylor grumbles, looking to the floor.
“Guys,” I say, but Nash is back to his giddy self again.
“Wait, I bet I can make your clit tingle too,” Nash says mischievously, and I’m about to protest when he continues, “Brother, since you’re here… wanna watch?”
“God, yes.” Saylor’s answer comes way faster than expected. “Not the first time.” He shrugs when he sees my surprised face.
Before I can say a word, Nash shifts us, laying on the bed and pulling me with him, my body landing softly on his. Then he grips the towel and rips it off me to throw it to the floor.
“Come here.” He grabs my thighs and lifts me on top of his face.
I let out a small yelp, my heart pounding in my chest while Saylor grins at me.
“What happened to sweet Nash and his poems? I haven’t got any lately,” I accuse, trying to lean back, masking my insecurity with sassiness.
I’ve never sat on somebody’s face before.
“You want a poem?” Nash asks, pulling my hips to hover just above his face. “Sure. Roses are red, your ass is neat, and as long as I have a face, you’ll have a seat.”
Saylor snickers while I laugh, but the laugh turns into moans when Nash tugs me down and licks me. His fingertips dig into my ass, pulling my hips into a rhythm, making me grind on his face, and I have to reach out to hold myself up on the headboard.
“Fuck.” I gasp, feeling him plunge his tongue into me.
“I fucking love you riding shit,” Saylor murmurs in my ear, now on my side. “Dicks, faces… God, I would even love you riding a pillow.” He kisses down my neck. “Grab your tits for me, Boo. Play with your nipples.”
I sit upright, doing as I’m told, and Nash groans under me. He sucks my clit in his mouth, and I let out a gasp, stilling my movements. “Fuck.”
One of my hands finds the headboard again, unable to hold myself up while Nash is nibbling and circling my clit, making it impossible to think straight.
“Here, let me help,” Saylor whispers, his hand finding the breast I’m not holding. My nipple prickles while Nash sucks on my clit again, and just like that, I fall over the edge, trembling, my thighs closing on their own. Nash snickers, his breath on my clit making me shudder some more.
He puts his hands on my hips again and lifts me down his body so I’m straddling his hips and probably making a mess out of his clothes.
He sits up to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips. “Did it tingle?” He chuckles, a boyish grin all over his face. I can only nod like a bobblehead. “Brother, you watched this?”
“He helped,” I press out. Nash’s eyes widen, making me question if that was maybe a step too far.
“Did he now? How?” Nash asks, the grin still on his face, so the tension leaves me as I lean into him.
“He touched my nipples,” I admit, feeling myself blushing.
“Would only be fair to return the favor and help you out a little bit, don’t you think, Say?” Nash asks, scooting back to sit propped up against the headboard.
“What do you mean?” Saylor and I ask at the same time, but Nash pulls me to him and manhandles me so I’m sitting in his lap, my back against his chest.
He puts my legs over his, spreading me wide. “Come on, Say. I don’t think you’ve had your breakfast today.”
“Fuck yes.” Saylor’s eyes drop with desire as he lays down in front of us, his face just inches from my pussy.
Oh my God, is this really happening?
Nash’s hands find my breasts, kneading them while Saylor lets his tongue glide up my pussy in one long stroke, making me gasp. I let my head fall back on Nash’s shoulder.
With each pass of his tongue, my heart races, and my breath shudders when Nash starts to pinch my nipples.
But I need more.
My hand wanders to my pussy, and I use my fingers to spread myself open, laying my clit bare for Saylor. He grins up at me and licks over the nub, making my whole body tremble.
“Wait, let me,” Nash whispers against my ear, and his hand sneaks under mine, spreading me for Saylor while his other hand still rolls my nipple.
“Oh my God,” I breathe out, grabbing Nash’s forearm to anchor myself somehow while he nibbles on my earlobe, and Saylor doesn’t stop licking me, the tingling relentless while he glides his fingers inside me.
Fuck me.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful. Every inch of you is perfection,” Nash whispers while his hard-on presses into my back. “I have no idea what you’re doing, brother, but you’re doing it right. She’s so damn close.”
He’s right. The second orgasm is building, sweat forming on my forehead, and my whole body is tensing up, but I can’t move because Nash is holding me to him with a firm grip.
“Fuck, I think I—” I start, but I can’t finish because I do finish, shattering and trembling, moaning loudly while Saylor still licks and fingers me, not stopping until I come down from my high.
“Attagirl,” Nash whispers in my ear, making another shiver run down my neck.
The room is silent, but my panting is interrupted by a knock on the door.
Fuck, was I that loud?
“Nash, we need to head out,” Hunter’s voice is muffled from the other side of the door.
“Do we let him in?” Nash asks mischievously, making me shiver.
My heart sinks.
Both of them?
Saylor lets a finger glide up and down my still-spread pussy, making me shudder.
All three of them?
“I—”
“I think getting in another brother won’t hurt.” Nash grins. “What do you say, bro?”
“Oh, I’m all for a family reunion between her legs,” Saylor jokes.
I don’t need to tell Nash what Saylor said because he whispers, “I know him well enough to know that was a yes,” before he hollers, “Come in!”
Hunter opens the door, and when he sees that I’m naked and spread out like a feast, he hurries to close the door behind him, looking at us with wide eyes. “What—”
“Saylor and I are competing to see who can eat out our girl best. Wanna join?”
“That’s not—” I start, but Hunter’s eyes get hooded, and he stalks over to us.
“So in,” he agrees, getting on the bed before me, where Saylor just left and is now standing next to the bed beside my head. I look up at him, checking in, but he just licks his lips.
Hunter grabs the back of my thighs in his big hands, gently squeezing while he lets his beard stroke over the inside of them, making me shudder and gasp.
“We warmed her up,” Nash tells Hunter, starting to play with my nipples with both hands again.
“Hunter, I don’t think… I already came twice,” I whisper, all breathless, unsure if I can manage another one.
“They made you come, but I haven’t,” Hunter states, leaning in to take a deep breath of my arousal, my scent making him groan and close his eyes.
“I can’t—” I start to protest, already feeling overstimulated when he lets his tongue lap over me once.
But it still feels so fucking good.
Having Nash behind me, touching me, while Saylor watches and Hunter is eating my pussy.
The only one missing is North.