27. Ginger
27
GINGER
W ell, I am in no way prepared for this—my mother standing as my gatekeeper, staring down three giants with her hands on her hips, ready to breathe fire down on them. When she stands to the side and invites them in, I’m in shock.
I get to my feet in an unsteady move, bringing my plate to the counter, covering it, and placing it in the fridge. At least, I don’t have to keep pretending that I’m hungry.
“Come on, Gracie. Let’s go to Grandma’s and raid the cabinet for the snacks Grandpa thinks he’s hiding from us.”
My daughter pops up with a smile, leaving her art project and giving me a quick hug before she’s ushered out the door. She stops to give Sawyer a hug, too. They really bonded while we were camping, and it twists a new bittersweet emotion in my chest.
I clear the table as my front door closes. Anything to keep myself busy. To not be trapped by this conversation I really don’t want to have.
But there’s not much left to distract me.
Taking a deep breath, I roll my shoulders back and finally turn to them. They’re all at the door of my kitchen, a wall of muscle and bone that blocks me from escape.
The stretching silence sends another wave of anxiety through me, and I blurt out the first thing I can think to say, “So, you all already knew, right? I’m not some kind of shitty…whatever I am…”
A slut. A harlot. A whore. I was called those things and worse when I wound up pregnant at sixteen.
“Yes, we knew,” Jackson says, that concern from earlier still creasing his features.
I nod. “And, are you here to make me choose? Because I don’t know if I can. I’m falling for all of you.”
Well, shit. In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.
Their silence has me deflating.
Sawyer lurches forward as the tears burn the back of my eyes. Those big hands of his lift my trembling chin, and his mouth is on mine, laying the kind of kiss on me that completely shatters my heart.
My hands curl into his shoulders right as he releases my mouth.
Jackson is at my back, slowly turning me to lay his own intense kiss on me. Sawyer drags my blouse off my shoulder and plants another few kisses there.
Heat comes my body, the tension shifting to something needier and more physical.
I can’t say I never entertained the thought of having all three of them at once. God, my daydreams were filled with the prospect, but the manifestation of that in reality is so completely overwhelming that I can’t think to do more than respond to their mouths and hands.
Ashley is next, claiming my mouth with the same vigor he had the night he let his shields down—when he romanced me withhis nerdiness.
I have no way of differentiating whose hands are where, but I am made of fire. Everything they do feeds the flames.
Jackson whispers in my ear, behind me now, grinding my ass back against his hard-on. “Is this okay?”
Nodding like a bobblehead, I whisper, “ Yes .”
His low rumble against my ear makes my knees weak.
Hands smooth under my skirt, teasing the band of my undies as I peer down at Sawyer on his knees in front of me. His stormy gaze has me whimpering already. “Tell us when it becomes too much.”
I nod, surprised at how ready I am for him—for them—to do what they please with me because I’m damn sure I’ll enjoy every second of it.
My panties fall down to my feet, but instead of stepping out of them, I’m lifted between them. Jackson has me firm in his grip, keeping me steady against his chest as Sawyer lifts my knees around his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck.”
Ashley laughs softly to my left. “Declarations already, and we’ve barely gotten started.”
He traces my lower lip as Sawyer leans in to swipe his tongue up my core. A gasp pops my mouth open, and Ashley turns my face to kiss me.
Every muscle tightens as Sawyer makes himself at home between my thighs, devouring me just like I’m used to him doing. That man is insatiable. Orally fixated, which is funny given how much he likes to talk. Tongue delving, licking, swirling, he builds me up in a rush, like he has something to prove, because it’s only minutes before I’m writhing, coming against his mouth as Jackson and Ashley hold me open for him.
Fuck, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever been a part of.
And I’m at the center of it.
“Good girl,” Jackson says against my throat.
“My turn.” Ashley shifts beside Sawyer, who’s still cupping my thighs and holding me against his mouth like he’s sipping from the holy grail. Every part of me quakes as he sucks my clit into his mouth and lets it go with a hard pop .
When he stands, he takes hold of my thigh, supporting me as Ashley sinks to his knees for his own taste.
Wild hunger glows in Sawyer’s dark gaze, slick remnants of my orgasm cover his chin, and he gives off some serious sex god vibes.
But I can’t concentrate on that thought for long because Ashley is eating me like he’s famished, like he’s starving, and the pleasure spikes high right out of the gate.
Cold air hits my bare skin, and I can vaguely acknowledge that my dress is now pooled around my waist. My breasts are freed from my bra.
Jackson plucks at my nipple until the peak is so hard and pointy the rest of my breast feels tight.
Fingers delve into my pussy, and a new orgasm is already cresting. I’ve never come this fast before, but something about the three of them has me primed and ready for whatever they offer.
Sawyer’s mouth descends on my breast, suckling on the nipple Jackson was teasing.
“Suck on it harder,” Jackson says, and Sawyer complies.
The pleasure throws my head back and cants my hips up until I come apart again.
Slowly, my feet lower to the floor, but I’m so wobbly that I have to brace myself against the counter. Until Jackson turns me around. “My turn.”
He lifts me to the edge and the cold quartz under my cheeks makes me yip. His smile turns into a grin. Instead of sinking between my thighs, I watch as he frees his cock, which springs to attention between us.
It doesn’t matter that we fucked mere hours ago. My core is pulsing with the need to have him inside of me again. He doesn’t make me wait long. Two pumps, and I’m filled with his cock. Like earlier today, he’s not slow or gentle about taking me, hips thumping hard against mine.
My core struggles to grasp onto him, and I watch how slick my thighs grow around him. God, something about the sight of him stretching me open is so intoxicating.
When I peer upwards I’m greeted with three identical expressions. They’re all watching him pound into me. Ashley has his own cock in hand, stroking it slowly. But Sawyer’s gaze lifts to my face, and the look on his face promises me so many more dark and dirty things.
My toes curl, pussy tightening to prepare for a new climax. A few small cries escape me, and Jackson’s attention snaps up to meet my gaze. His grip on my knees spreads me wider, tilts my hips higher, and the new angle has his head hammering a spot that’s going to send me over the edge into oblivion.
It’s a sharp, hard explosion that has darkness weaving into the sides of my vision.
“There’s my sweet girl.”
I let out a half whimper, half laugh.
Jackson lifts me from the counter, cock still pressing into the very depths of me, and I’m floating. I cling to him as I try to catch my breath. Before I know it, the soft cushions of the couch embrace my backside and Jackson is pulling out.
“Turn around. Get on your knees.”
With a little help, I obey. My knees are spread wide on the cushions, hands propped on the back.
“Suck on Ashley’s cock, sweetheart,” Jackson orders me before he slides his face under my thighs and seals his mouth over my pussy.
A moan opens my mouth, and I grab onto Ashley, pulling him in position for me to suck on him. He smooths the hair back that’s fallen into my face. Peering up at him, I cup his head with my tongue.
He huffs out a soft breath as I surround him with my mouth. It’s so easy to see the pleasure on his face, the furrowed brows, the dark eyes, and parted lips. Ashley tangles his fingers in my hair and pushes himself to the back of my throat. I do my best to swallow him down.
But the pleasure from Jackson’s tongue has my knees spreading, sinking over his face. Everything is so sensitive that every swipe sends a new wave through me.
My concentration falters, so Ashley finds his own pace to thrust into me. It’s lazy, enjoying the feel of my mouth. Enjoying the sight.
I want to look at Sawyer, to see if he’s enjoying the show, too, but I don’t stray from Ashley except for when the pleasure and pressure closes my eyes.
Jackson has me grinding down over his face in search of the new peak he’s silently promising me. I’m not sure how he’s able to breathe, but his grip on me is firm.
I moan around Ashley’s shaft, and he moans in return. The too much is settling into something I’m going to have no control over.
As the wave crashes into me, I try to keep from going completely mindless by sucking hard on the head of Ashley’s cock. His jagged cry helps ground me. He’s pulsing against my tongue. If I’m quick, I can make him come.
But Ashley pulls free of my mouth with a sigh. I moan in protest, but Jackson has also shifted from under me, distracting me with his hands on my hips, and his cock pressing back into me from behind.
Oh, fuck, the angle is just right to make my back arch and the pleasure to find a new level of heat and sensation. The wild groan that leaves my mouth has all three of them swearing.
Ashley brushes my mouth with his thumb before he retreats, and my gaze connects with Sawyer’s. Anticipation zaps me. I reach for him.
He doesn’t hesitate to come to me, brushing my cheek with the backs of his fingers, tracing my mouth with his thumb, but his dips in along my tongue as I grab his jeans and work to pull him out. On instinct, I suck softly and watch as his nostrils flare.
Opening my mouth, I make my silent invitation with a slow blink. Sawyer rubs his thumb against my tongue for a few beats. Jackson’s thrusts have me rocking as his brother draws out his advances.
Sawyer removes his thumb and steps closer, allowing me to pull the head of his cock into my mouth. He doesn’t thrust into me, just watches me suckle on him as my core squeezes around Jackson.
Big, warm hands grip my hip. My body is more pliable than I’m used to. Every little bit feels so good. I feel almost dumb with the pleasure—a constant burn rather than the build-up and break of the last half hour.
Sawyer won’t come for me like this. He takes far too long, and it will take everything we do tonight to get him there. But I enjoy how he touches me, memorizing the curves of my cheeks and jaw and chin, the pout of my lips around him, the swoop of my nose…
When I feel the change in Jackson behind me, I moan around Sawyer’s cock and watch his eyes sparkle at me. God, this whole thing is so fucking sexy.
Sawyer steps back as Jackson’s hips lose their rhythm, going wild and rutting into me until I’m consumed with the bliss of it. Grinding back over his cock, he bends over me as the pulsing heat of him fills me.
He plants kisses across the back of my neck and shoulder but doesn’t linger more than thirty seconds before he pulls out, and his cum spills down my thighs.
Ashley steps in to turn me around, planting me back against my soft couch cushions before shoving his cock in my overheated pussy.
I bite my lip and blink up at him as he braces his hands under my knees to spread me wide. He grins down at me, pausing with his cock pressing against my womb.
“You all right?”
I nod, wanting each of them to fill me up. Wanting them each to get what they want. I don’t want to leave any of my men wanting.
Ashley wants connection. He wants me to be there, present, and even if I’m not in a position where I can move, he just wants to know I’m with him. I touch his collarbone, tracing the delicate swoop to the muscle of his shoulders and up the back of my neck.
It leans him down over me, and he lets me keep him there as he gives me short, powerful thrusts. They’re a promise to make me come again—if that’s even possible. It doesn’t matter. It feels good. And I don’t want him to stop.
It doesn’t take long for him to release my knees and tuck them around his back. I lock my ankles and settle into the way he cuddles me, rocking us together as he builds to his own climax.
Sinking my nails into his shoulder blades, planting kisses along his throat, moaning sweetly for him, I watch as his orgasm blooms. I love the way his pleasure looks like torture on his features, like I’m coercing him into his coming.
When his hips buck, I soak him in, and the way his deft hands stroke my thighs as he nuzzles my throat. It takes him a little longer to disentangle from me, but it’s still faster than normal.
The reason why appears, taking up my vision. Sawyer maneuvers me to the end of my couch, propping me up on a pillow and making sure that I’m comfortable.
He fucks me slowly, taking his time, although he doesn’t seem to hold back like he usually does. I’m determined to end him, even if there’s not much I can do to prod that along. I tighten my muscles, shift my hips to take him as deeply as possible, and nibble on that spot under his Adam's apple that makes him grunt and thrust harder.
I know the moment he’s past the point of no return because his hand tangles in my hair, and he keeps my mouth a bare inch away from his.
I revel in how he rears over me, his orgasm driving his hips until he can simply hold me to him. His racing heart cracks a sleepy, happy smile across my face.
Once he releases me—albeit reluctantly—the three of them sit, spreading me across them and rubbing my sore muscles. They pamper me until I’m loose and half-dreaming.
I know each of them can go again, and maybe I can, too, with a little rest.
Nobody said satisfying three men would be easy.
But it sure is a hell of a lot of fun.