11. Nora
CHAPTER 11
Nora
I don’t know if it’s the whisky or the thrill of the moment, but my head is swimming.
I don’t hate it.
I blink, looking at the guys. “So… we… um…”
Landon steps forward first. Without preamble or anything, he puts his hands in my hair, tugging gently at the strands. “You want all of us? For real?”
I’m too dumbfounded to do anything except nod.
“And you want to forget all the bad shit that’s happened to you lately?”
Again, the nod feels like it’s severely understating what’s going through my mind, but I do it, anyway.
“Good,” Landon whispers against my lips. Then, he dives in.
I’ve been kissed. Many times. From my first kiss in high school to all of the kisses Aaron used to trick me into thinking that he loved me, this is nowhere near my first kiss. I’ve never been kissed like this.
Within seconds, I’m moaning into Landon’s mouth, my hands creeping up into his hair. He laughs, biting my lip, before I feel another body at my back.
Lips descend on my neck, the lack of a beard making me think that it’s Shane, even as Landon takes my mouth again .
Shit. Shit. This is…
Oh, my god, it’s amazing.
“This dress is a lot,” Landon murmurs as someone’s fingers tug the straps from my shoulders.
“I like it,” I pant, not bothering to hold the dress up as I feel it slip off of me.
“I think we all like it,” Shane rumbles from my back. “But I think Clint will kill the next motherfucker who looks at you while you wear it.”
“Shane…” I whisper.
Landon pulls back, gently tucking my hair behind my ears. “Come this way.”
He tugs on my hand, pulling me up. I follow, stepping out of the dress as I go. When I start to walk up the stairs in my strapless bra and thong, I hear groaning behind me. I turn back.
Shane and Clint are both staring at my ass. I’m sure that in this thong, one of the few sexy things I’ve treated myself to over the years, they’re getting quite the view. It makes me feel powerful as I give them a smile, then turn, following Landon up the stairs. He pulls me into a room with a neatly made bed. The walls are completely bare, and there’s nothing lying out, not even a spare sock.
This is not Landon’s room. I can tell that immediately, because it just doesn’t fit him. I give him a look, and he shrugs. “Clint’s the neatest one.”
Clint rumbles, “You’re just messy.”
I laugh, sitting on the bed. I pat the spots next to me, looking up at all three of them. “I like it,” I murmur to Clint.
I can’t tell under the beard, but by the way his eyes dart away, I think I made him blush.
Gently, Landon tugs me down to the bed. He and Shane sit on either side of me. Landon’s fingers trace over my neck, and I arch, letting the sensation raise goosebumps over my skin.
This is what I wanted. An escape. Time to just exist.
Shane’s big hand, the calluses rough, cups the side of my face. He tugs my lips closer, then kisses me.
If kissing Landon was like kissing someone with a gold medal in making out, kissing Shane is like a lightning rod. He’s all raw energy. His movements aren’t clumsy at all, but he’s… hungry.
I groan again, even as I feel Landon’s fingers at my back. When he pulls apart the snap on my bra, I pull back from the kiss with Shane, feeling the air on my nipples.
I look forward and blink. Clint is there, staring at us. He’s got his hands behind his back, and the intensity of his focus makes my skin pucker.
When he sees my nipples tighten, his eyes shoot up to my face, and the ghost of a smile traces his lips. “I’ll wait my turn,” he says, his voice guttural and low. “Kiss Landon again.”
I don’t even think about it. I turn, putting my lips on Landon, obeying the command. Shane’s hands skate down my back, until they come forward to cup my breasts. His calluses catch on my delicate skin, and I twist, breaking the kiss with Landon and leaning back into Shane. Landon’s mouth skates down my chest, pausing at my nipples. He takes one into his mouth, and I arch backward. Shane takes my mouth, kissing me with that same electric feeling.
I moan. Landon tugs at my legs, opening them on either side of him. I’m so lost in my kiss with Shane that I don’t notice them leaning me further down until my legs are stretched out, and I’m kind of leaning back against Shane, who is holding me up like the back of a chair.
“Take her thong off,” Clint grunts.
Landon’s hands skim my hips, dragging the tiny scrap of fabric down with them. I gasp as he pulls it away, then he leans forward, moving my legs so that they’re over his shoulders. When Landon licks me, I moan, arching up…
Until Shane kisses me again. His hands rasp over my breasts, and when I arch against him, it drives me closer to Landon’s tongue.
“Holy shit…”
“You made her use a real cuss word, boys,” Clint chuckles. “Keep going.”
Shane breaks the kiss. “Do it again, Lan.”
Landon doesn’t answer except to move his tongue over my clit, which makes me nearly scream with arousal. Shane puts his lips on my neck, continuing to play with my breasts while Landon laps at me. I’m so close when I hear Clint shuffle slightly, moving to stand near Landon at the edge of the bed.
“Let me see how wet she is.”
Landon moves his head back and spreads my legs wider. Slowly, he presses two fingers inside me, and I pant, the sensation thrilling.
“She’s so fucking wet, Clint,” Landon breathes, slowly working his fingers inside me.
“Good. Make her come,” Clint commands.
Oh. Oh.
“You’re so fucking hot, Nora,” Landon murmurs. His fingers pump and twist, hitting something inside of me that feels completely foreign, but amazing at the same time. “Look how good you take my fingers.”
“I…” I gasp.
“She needs to be ready if she’s going to take my cock,” Clint rumbles.
Oh, yes. Yes. I want that very, very badly.
“Do you want to come for me, Hellcat, so that Clint can fuck you?” Landon whispers. “You need to be wet for him, because he’s one big motherfucker.”
I swear softly, biting my lip. “I…”
“But he’s got nothing on Shane. I’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere, but for those two, you need to be ready,” he says, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.
The idea of taking one, or all of them, all at the same time, gives me a shiver of arousal that echoes through my core.
“I’m so close,” I murmur.
“Give it to us, sweetheart,” Shane whispers in my ear. His fingers come together around my nipples, pinching them into sharp points. It makes my core practically ache, and Landon’s fingers inside me feel even bigger, somehow.
“Oh, she liked that,” Landon says, his eyes flicking to Shane. “I bet if you do it again, she’ll come for us.”
Shane grunts but palms my breasts again, his fingers plucking my nipples.
I cry out. The sensation is unbelievable. Feeling Landon’s hand inside me, Shane’s fingertips on me… Even Clint’s eyes, looking over my body, add to the whole thing.
I’ve never felt more alive. I’ve never felt more… special. Like I’m the only woman in the whole entire world. I’ve never felt like this, where I’m just something for the three of them to touch. To treasure. To play with…
I gasp as Landon’s fingers hit that spot again, and I jerk back, feeling so close that it’s almost painful. “Please. Please, I’m…”
“One minute, baby.” Landon leans down, his fingers still twisting. He adds a third finger, and the fullness makes my eyes roll back in my head.
When he moves his lips over my clit, sucking lightly, however, I lose it. I scream.
Arching up off the bed, I swear I’m seeing stars. I can’t handle this… It feels like my skin is exploding. Everything shudders, everything shakes, and the orgasm that I’ve been searching for takes my breath away.
I’m fully panting when I come back down to earth. I gaze up at all three of them.
I want… more. More than this would be…
“Move her,” Clint commands. “She wants more.”
I nod, ready to show them that I definitely do.
Gently, Shane and Landon adjust me. Then turn me over until I’m on my hands and knees on the bed. Shane tugs at me, pulling me backward slightly, and runs his hands over my ass. “Fuck, Nora. Your ass is perfect.”
I turn to look back, but Landon grabs my chin, positioning my face forward. “Eyes up here, Hellcat.”
I blink up at him. He’s taking off his shirt, and my eyes widen. Landon has tattoos. They’re beautiful, a tapestry of horses and bulls, and I balance on one hand, the other ghosting up to touch his chest. He chuckles, looking back at Shane. “She wants to touch.”
“Not yet,” Shane mutters.
“Next time, Hellcat,” Landon whispers.
I put my hand down, and my eyes widen when he undoes his buckle. I peer up at Landon, who is slowly pulling his jeans down. When he releases his cock, I suck in a breath .
Slowly, Landon palms it, looking down at me. “If you’re a good girl and suck me, Nora, then Shane is going to fuck you with his huge cock. Do you want that?”
Oh, my god. Yes.
I lean forward, and Landon presses himself to my lips. I open my mouth, taking him slowly. Landon grunts. “Fucking hell. Nora, your mouth…” He tugs my hair back, holding it in a loose ponytail behind my head.
Shane rubs his hands over my ass, and I hear more shuffling while I do my best to pump Landon in and out of my mouth. Shane’s knees come between my legs, and I feel his fingers slowly push inside me.
“You weren’t fucking kidding, Lan. She’s so fucking wet.”
“Help her out,” Clint groans. His voice is so low. My eyes dart to the side, and I see that his shirt is off, too. I can see the outline of him, even in the darkness, through his jeans, and the size…
I moan, taking Landon deeper.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses, moving himself slowly in and out of my mouth. “Shane, you need to?—”
Shane’s fingers are gone. I hear the rip of a condom, and then I feel him press at me. I widen my legs.
When Shane manages to notch himself at my entrance, I know why they wanted me to be so wet. He’s freaking huge.
I gasp, and Landon pushes himself inside. “You can take him,” he says, his hand going under my chin so I’m looking up at him. “I promise you can, baby.”
I nod, wrapping my lips around Landon, focusing on the feel of him in my mouth as Shane slowly fills me. When he’s fully seated, I groan again. Landon twitches.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he whispers. “I’m going to?—”
Abruptly, Shane’s hand on my shoulder tugs me up. He’s behind me, his front to my back, and I’m still impaled on him.
“Here,” he grunts, his hand ghosting over my breast. “Show her that she’s ours.”
Ours.
I cry out, and Clint grunts from where he’s watching. Landon takes his cock and pumps once before thick jets of come launch up, landing on my breasts.
The sight makes something feral snap in Shane. He starts to pump his hips, gliding in and out of me at a frantic pace. I’m on my knees, one of his big hands wrapped around my middle, my front coated with Landon.
Landon leans forward, his hands pinching at my nipples. “I want you to come again for me, baby.”
“She’s so fucking close,” Shane pants. How does he know?
Then, I feel it. A fluttering of my stomach. I lean back, my hips jutting backward as I let Shane slam into me. In front of me, Landon moves forward, his fingers drifting down my torso. When his hands find my clit, he takes two fingers and pinches, the movement so deceptively light. But the orgasm that it releases inside me is anything but light.
This time, it’s shocking. Before, I exploded, but now I’m detonating.
I’m vaguely aware of Shane’s movements behind me becoming jerky and stiff. I gasp as I feel him twitch inside me, his orgasm making his whole body shake as he struggles to keep both of us upright.
I’m panting, my eyes closed as I lean back against Shane’s shoulder. He’s still inside me.
I feel something at my front. A towel. Gently, Landon cleans me off, then I crack an eye open. He’s looking at Clint with an interesting expression on his face.
Clint looks over at Landon, then Shane, and gives a sharp nod. “She’ll sleep here.”
I blink. “What?”
Shane gently pulls himself out of me, getting off of the bed. Without him behind me, I flop forward a little. Landon gently pushes me until I’m lying down, then he tugs the covers of the bed down. He kind of tucks all my limbs together and leans in for a kiss. I can taste myself on him, and it makes me moan again.
“What about Clint?”
“He’ll be all right,” he whispers. “But I think we’re going to call it a night. ”
“But…” I’m confused. I wanted all of them. Isn’t that part of what they wanted? “Don’t you…” My voice trails off.
It’s Clint’s voice that snaps out from the darkness. “You wanted fun, right?”
I nod, my voice gone.
“This was fun. But next time, Nora, we’re going to do more than have just fun. This isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Next time, we’re all going to fuck you.”
I hear all of them rumble in agreement, and my blood heats again.
“Next time,” I whisper.
Landon grins at me, standing up and helping Shane, who has returned from disposing of the condom, to put me under the sheets. “Oh, yeah, baby. There’s no way that one taste of you is enough for me.”
“There will be a next time,” Shane whispers softly, pressing his lips against my head.
Next time.
Exhausted, wiped from my orgasms, and so satiated that my limbs feel heavy, I don’t have anything left to protest. Landon and Shane were… amazing.
My heart aches for Clint, though. Did he want to watch? Did he not want to watch? I’m not sure, but I want him to know that it’s not just Landon and Shane I want.
I want all of them. All three.
Next time echoes in my mind.
Next time sounds like a pretty good deal. Especially if it’s going to be even better than this.