Chapter 18 #3
Then he thrusts, taking me hard and fast. The sounds of skin slapping skin and whispered praises has me crying out, my fingers claw at the sheets. He’s bigger than Maceo, stretching me in a way that borders on pain, but it’s so good, that I push back against him, taking him deeper.
Ezra’s lips are on my breasts, sucking my nipples from underneath me. The pleasure is never ending. My moans are muffled by Maceo’s bruising kisses. Lucien’s fingers dig into my hips, he pounds into to me so hard, the bed creaks beneath us.
“Fuck, Keisha,” Lucien groans, his voice strained. “You feel incredible.”
I can’t respond, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter. Ezra’s mouth finds my ear, his voice a rough whisper. “You’re doing so well, my Marvel. Taking him so beautifully.”
Lucien’s hands slide up my back, his fingers tangle briefly in my braids before one arm wraps securely around my waist. He pulls me upright with effortless strength until my back presses against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside me.
I gasp at the new angle, my head tips back onto his shoulder as one hand cups my breast, the other slides between my thighs finding my clit, where he taunts me with teasing circles.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with want. “Look at how they look at you. . .want you.”
Ezra is in front of me, his cock hard and glistening, and I reach for him without thinking, my fingers wrap around his length. He groans, his head falls back as I stroke him, my thumb brushes over the tip, spreading the precum that beads there.
Lucien’s fingers work my clit in time with his thrusts, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. Ezra’s hands are on my face, tilting my head up so he can kiss me, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, swallowing my moans.
Beside me, Maceo shifts closer, his cock hard once more as he strokes himself.
My fingers stay wrapped around Ezra’s length as he reaches out, his hand wraps around Maceo’s hand, guiding it forward, pumping his cock in time with Lucien’s thrust inside me.
Their bodies press in tighter around me, the contact seamless as the pressure builds, winding tighter between us.
“Fuck, Ez,” Maceo groans long and low.
“Let’s cum for our Marvel, Mace.” Ezra says softly, his eyes on Maceo as they both fall apart on either side of me, their cum spilling over and painting my skin.
Watching them unravel together is too much.
I’m so close, teetering on the edge, my body trembles with need.
Lucien’s fingers pinch my clit, and that’s all it takes.
I shatter, my body convulses around him as pleasure crashes over me in waves.
Lucien groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he follows me over the edge, his cock pulses inside me as he spills into the condom.
For a moment, we’re all still, our bodies tangled together, our breath comes in ragged gasps. The world narrows to just this, this cocoon of warmth, of limbs and skin and satisfaction so deep I can feel it in my bones.
Lucien’s arms tighten around me, his lips brush my shoulder with a tenderness that makes my soul ache. “You’re everything to me, to us, Sweetness,” he murmurs, his voice soft, the nickname washes over me like a benediction.
Ezra’s hands frame my face, his touch reverent as his thumbs brush my cheeks. His dark eyes, usually so analytical, hold nothing but raw emotion behind them. “Never letting you go,” he says, his voice firm, not a question but a declaration, his wonder, finally found.
Maceo, still sprawled beside us with his hair splayed across the pillow, reaches out, his fingers trace an invisible pattern on my thigh.
The tribal tattoos on his arm shift with the movement, mesmerizing in the dim light.
“Never,” he echoes, his voice rough with emotion, those eyes hold promises I never thought would be meant for me.
Lucien’s arms tighten further, pulling me back against his chest, his lips brush the shell of my ear. “Never,” he whispers, the word carrying centuries of waiting.
I look at them, truly look at them, Maceo, with his wolfish grin and possessive hands that have rebuilt broken things all his life.
Ezra, with his quiet intensity and steady gaze that sees through to my very core.
Lucien, with his elegant grace and dark promises spanning lifetimes, and my heart swells so big it feels like it might shatter my ribs, might remake me entirely.
I never imagined a life with the connection of one, let alone three men who see me as complete, not as defective, not as almost something. As enough. As theirs. Now that I have it, this belonging that fits like the magic that’s slowing awakening inside of me. I know I’ll never let it go.
“Never,” I whisper, my voice breaking around the enormity of what I’m promising, what I’m accepting. “Not ever.”
As they surround me, their hands on my skin, Ezra’s careful touch, Maceo’s confident caress, Lucien’s knowing fingers, their breath warm against my neck, I know it’s true.
This house that once seemed a burden to get rid of, this town that once felt like a temporary stop, these men who once were strangers, this is where I belong.
This is where I stay. Fate didn’t dictate this. Neither did some prophecy or curse.
No, this is what I choose. Because I choose them. Because, finally, I choose myself.