19. Annie
Chapter 19
Annie
“I ’m fucking in.”
Xavi’s voice was low, almost guttural, and my chest tightened impossibly. He was willing to try. We all were. And thank god for that because I had no idea what the hell I was doing.
He kissed me again, and I melted . It was harder, deeper, like a dam was breaking inside of him, like all the tension he’d been holding back since I walked in had finally snapped loose and he didn’t care who was watching. Xavi’s kisses were so different from Cole’s and Colton’s, and it wasn’t that theirs were particularly worse, but Xavi was almost animalistic in a way that made me never want to let go. The scent of him, heavy and thick, woody and leathery with something sensually sweet underneath—the same scent that had lingered on his hoodie that shamelessly sat on my bed at home—surrounded me and burned me like a roaring fire.
Xavi held the back of my head, his fingers twitching at the base of my skull, and kept me leaning back as he loomed above me. I clung to his shoulders, to his hoodie, to his hair, to anything I could grab. He kissed me like a goddamn storm, like he was making up for every second he’d spent not kissing me, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning into it again, not when I could feel the front of his jeans pressing into me between my thighs. He was already hard as a rock, and the feel of it, even through clothes, made everything else fade into the background.
Until Colton’s voice cut through teasingly. “Would you two like me and Cole to leave the room, or…?”
I broke from Xavi’s mouth with a gasp, and his hand trailed down between my shoulder blades and lower, along the curve of my spine, his breathing hot and heavy in the inch of space between our mouths. “No,” I said, my voice practically a squeak.
I turned my head just enough to look at them, catching Cole’s unreadable expression and Colton with his beer halfway to his mouth, eyebrows raised.
Xav tightened his grip, pulling my upper body flush against his. I felt the rigid set of his jaw just below my temple, the scratch of barely-there stubble, the heat of his exhale. His thumb stroked against my back, gentle, soothing almost, but his fingers dug into my flesh over my shirt, a contrast that nearly made my head spin.
Cole glanced at Colton, his throat working, then turned back to us. “Would you like us to stay ?”
I swallowed hard, my face already burning, my lips tingling from Xavi’s kiss — but I nodded. “Yeah,” I breathed. “If… if you want to.”
A heavy, rolling growl reverberated through Xavi’s chest, quiet enough that only I could hear it. But it set my blood on fire all the same. His mouth found the underside of my jaw, his nose tickling just beneath my ear, his teeth nipping at me like he was claiming territory. I shivered.
Colton looked at Cole, then Xavi, holding his gaze a little longer on the one wrapped around me. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time,” Colton said, his words a little weary. What does he mean? “Do you guys…?”
“Fuck it, sure,” Cole murmured, setting his beer down on the counter. “Xav?”
Xavi buried his head in my neck, his mouth working the skin, making my brain melt. “Don’t care,” he grunted.
Colton stepped around the counter, set his half-drunk bottle beside the sink, and set his sights directly on me, pausing just a few paces away. “You want us to join in, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone lighthearted but his stare absolutely serious. There was no smirk on his face this time, no dimple kicking out to make me weak. Just a steady look, like he meant it. Like they all did.
I wasn’t sure where my words came from. Maybe it was some weird corner of utter bravery, or maybe I was just too far gone to pretend that I didn’t want this anymore, that I hadn’t been imagining it every time I touched myself on my bed. But my voice still wavered. “How… how are you all supposed to share me if there’s only one of you on me?”
A flicker of surprise rippled across Colton’s face. That mischievous glint returned, but it was laced with something rougher, thicker, like the way he’d looked at me yesterday when he’d said he didn’t mind sharing me but somehow more intense. He moved, stepping into the space at my side like it belonged to him, one hand on the counter behind my rear and the other coming to rest on the top of my thigh. His fingertips played with the inner seam of my jeans, ghosting up and down before becoming so featherlight I almost couldn’t feel it as they snaked right up the center to the zipper and button.
“Just tell us if you want to stop,” he rasped.
Xavi didn’t back away. If anything, he came at me harder, his teeth biting down greedily on my jaw and neck, his tongue soothing the minor aches he left behind. His body shifted slightly, pulling me toward him a little, moving both of us upright and no longer blocking off the right side of my body with his arm. The kisses he left on my neck weren’t polite in the slightest — they were sharp, menacing almost, full of the need he’d clearly been storing like ammunition.
My hand moved, wrapping around Colton’s wrist instinctively, the other caught in the front of Xavi’s shirt like it was an anchor. But it was the heat of another hand on me that made my breath catch, the movement slow, the touch more broad, more gentle, sliding along the side of my rib.
Cole.
I hadn’t even noticed him come up on my right. But he stepped in, the three of them crowding me, and looked down at me like I was too breakable to touch as insistently as Xavi and Colton were. His knuckles skimmed the hem of my crop top, ghosting across my exposed flesh, teasing me gently.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, smooth, but simultaneously like it had been dragged across gravel.
Xavi shifted, nipping at my ear, and I winced — but my eyes shifted to Cole quickly, giving him a tight nod, my lips parted and breath catching. Before I could even get a word out, Colton was fucking in, catching my mouth in a kiss that was nearly as intense as Xavi’s, all tongue and teeth and commanding . Xavi dropped down just far enough to let it happen, but I could still feel him breathing against my neck, his hands shifting to my hips, giving more space for them to wander but refusing to let them take his spot between my thighs.
Cole’s hand moved to my back, dipping beneath the loose fabric of my top and trailing up along my spine, over the clasp of my bra, higher, splaying out between my shoulders. The cotton pulled against my breasts, riding up in the front, and Colton was on it immediately, muttering something to Xavi about giving him space to get it off.
And before I could so much as blink, Xavi retreated an inch, my arms were raised up for me, and my shirt was gone.
I didn’t have time to process before the three of them descended on me again.
Xavi went straight for my collarbones and my upper chest, nipping and licking the skin there, sucking at it. Colton moved to kiss my neck, his hand shifting to my hair, fisting the strands of my hair and turning my head toward Cole.
And Cole kissed me. Soft, gentle, but like the weight of the world rested on it, his palm against my cheek and his breathing heavy.
I wasn’t sure where to focus. Every nerve of my body felt hijacked, every touch different — like fire, like thunder, like a crashing wave — and all of it was aimed at me.
“Fuck,” I whimpered against Cole’s mouth.
Warm breath ghosted across my ear, and Colton’s unmistakable little chuckle rang out too close, whipping me like lightning. “Look at you, sweetheart,” he cooed. “You want this, don’t you?”
I could only barely manage another nod, a shaky exhale escaping into Cole’s kiss. I was barely keeping up with it, barely able to make sense of what was happening. It was too much, but it was everything . My heart pounded in my chest, my face and neck flushed, my breathing shallow as they kept pulling me deeper into whatever the fuck this was. I couldn’t define it, and I didn’t want to, didn’t want to think about what this was beyond the fact that they wanted me.
Cole broke off from my mouth, letting Xavi have at it instead.
“Guest room,” Cole rasped, and felt Colton move, felt his mouth leave me, felt his hand leave my hair. He must’ve been paying attention to Cole, but Xavi and I were far too lost. “The king bed.”
Colton’s voice barely registered for me. “But I’ve got a king?—”
“If we’re doing this, we’re keeping the space neutral,” Cole said, cutting him off.
“All right, all right.”
“Xav,” Cole grunted, his fingers gently moving a strand of hair behind my ear before sliding in around the back of my neck, holding me gently. “Let’s move her.”
Xavi didn’t loosen his grip. I felt him tense, arms like iron bands around my waist, his mouth still working mine like he could swallow the moment whole. He hadn’t heard them, or he didn’t care — if anything, he took the space they’d left behind, his arms wrapping around me like a vice, holding me flush to him as his mouth ravaged mine, a low growl vibrating in his chest like he could anchor me there.
“Xavi,” Colton said, his voice firm, irritation creeping in. But it only made Xavi grip me harder.
In truth, I didn’t want to pull away either, but I could feel the stubbornness in Xavi’s body and his reluctance to release me warring with what he knew he should do. I hadn’t seen this side of him, but my god, it was intoxicating — he was possessive in a way that made my chest ache.
I reached up slowly, threading my fingers through his overgrown hair, and tugged gently until he broke from my mouth. He looked dazed, his eyes dark and wild and locked on mine, his eyelids hanging low. “Hey,” I whispered, dropping my grip on Colton’s wrist and bringing that hand up to Xavi’s cheek, brushing my thumb over the corner of his lips. “We don’t have to stop, we just have to move. You’re coming with.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared, his pupils blown so wide I could barely see the stark blue around the edges.
“So unless you plan to build a fort around this kitchen island and never let me leave, you’d better help me down off the counter,” I teased softly, trying to balance the weight of him with something lighter.
His brow furrowed like it physically pained him to back off, but slowly, achingly, he did. His hands slid down to my hips, still holding but not gripping, his eyes locked on mine. I slid off the counter myself, my knees a little wobbly from the insanity of all of this, and something warm and strong came to rest on the small of my back to steady me — Cole’s hand.
“Come on, Annie,” Cole said softly, pulling me into the side of his chest, my bare skin and bra pressed against his black shirt. His other hand cupped the side of my head, and he leaned down, pressing a kiss against my temple.
Xavi came up on my left as Cole started to walk with me, my head still spinning, my heart pounding in my chest. He led us back toward the front door but down the opposite hallway, past the open door of a home gym with a glass wall on the other end of it, past an office space.
Colton caught up behind us, and I felt him before I clocked him — his hand ruffled through my hair teasingly, then gripped down, pulling it just a little that my head tipped back in Cole’s hold, just enough to make my legs stop working for a second. “You realize you’re not gonna walk right for a week after this, right?” he quipped, his tone light and his voice anything but.
Xavi’s head turned, and even though I was barely paying attention to anything but the overwhelming buzz that made my skin tingle, I could hear the irritation in his voice. “Keep talking like that, and you’re the one who’s gonna be walking funny.”
Cole tightened his grip on me just a little. “Can you both shut up?” he grunted, pushing open the matte black door to the guest room. Light from both the streetlamps and the moon poured in through the massive wall-length window on the other side, matching the one I’d glimpsed in the home gym. Cole flicked on one of three light switches, and two lamps on either side of the king-size bed illuminating and lighting the space in a soft, warm glow. “We’re supposed to be making this easier for her, not making her worry about being torn in half or you two going at each other’s throats.”
Colton slipped past the three of us and entered the space, striding across the room in a few quick steps and throwing the curtains closed. “I’m being perfectly civil, thank you,” he said, throwing a grin over his shoulder that was mostly aimed at Xavi.
But Xavi was already clawing me out of Cole’s grip.
“Hold on, hold on,” Cole said, shifting me a little out of Xavi’s reach. “Ground rules. Boundaries.”
Xavi’s jaw steeled. “We already went over that last night.”
“Not with her, we didn’t,” Colton chimed in, yanking open the top drawer of the bedside table and pulling out a bottle of what could only be lube. My pulse skyrocketed.
Cole looked down at me, using his body to block a little bit of the view of the room behind him, wedging himself between me and Xavi. “Right, An. Have you ever done anything like this before?”
My eyes went wide as I looked up at him, my throat tightening. “Is that a serious question?”
“I’ll take that as a no,” he chuckled lightly, his hand coming up to cup my cheek gently. “That’s okay. We just want to go over a few things to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“O-okay,” I swallowed.
Cole glanced over his shoulder before turning and pulling me toward the bed, his hand sliding down to mine and squeezing it gently. He locked gazes with Xavi as we moved, a hint of a warning in them, and stopped me just at the edge of the foot of the bed, his hands gently coaxing me to sit down.
My rear hit the soft comforter, my jeans digging in a little tight around my waist, and Cole kneeled down in front of me as Xavi and Colton came up on either side of him. My face burned relentlessly.
“If you don’t want to have sex with the three of us, now would be a good time to say that,” he said seriously, but there was a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth, a threat of a grin that didn’t come out too often.
My eye almost twitched. My skin felt like it was on fucking fire . His bluntness was refreshing, but my god, the thought of it was making me vibrate. “Is this going to be an at-the-same-time kind of situation?”
“Yes,” Colton answered. He took a step back and reached over his shoulders, fisting his hoodie around the back and pulling it up over his head, leaving him in a plain blue shirt and sweatpants.
“If you’re happy with that,” Cole added.
I swallowed, my chest tightening not from emotion but from the sheer insanity of this. “I mean, yeah, if you guys are… okay with that.”
“We are,” Colton chirped.
But I looked at Xavi. “Are you?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Are you guys not… like… I don’t know, sloppy seconds and all?—”
Colton snorted as he sat down next to me, his body bouncing a little on the mattress. “Sloppy seconds is such a gross way to put it,” he chuckled. “It doesn’t bother us. That’s all there is to it.”
I blinked, trying to come up with something to say to what was arguably a solid line of thinking, but Cole kept talking.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yeah, I’m on the pill.”
“Told you,” Colton chuckled.
“Have you done anal?”
Cole’s question rattled me, and I stared down at him, my mouth open and my eyes wide, my pulse screaming in my ears. He squeezed my hand gently. “No,” I squeaked.
“That’s okay, that’s okay.” That hint of a grin grew wider. “We don’t have to do that.”
“I… I’m not, like, opposed , I just, I haven’t?—”
“Let’s just see how this goes, okay? Don’t stress yourself out over it. If you want to try that we can keep it in mind, but no one’s going to force you,” Cole said, pushing himself back up to his full height and dropping my hands.
Xavi slid into the space he’d left behind, descending on me in an instant. His arm wrapped around my waist, and he shifted me further back on the bed, his patience breaking and his mouth coming down on space just below my collarbones.
“Xav, I wasn’t—” Cole cut himself off with a groan of frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Colton’s laugh rang out somewhere to my left, but I could barely breathe with Xavi on me, could barely think as his hand unhooked the clasp of my bralette and the navy blue lace was pulled from my chest. Xavi gently coaxed me onto my back, his mouth dipping lower, lips parting, catching on my right breast and sucking it between his teeth.
“Shit,” I breathed, my head beginning to properly spin, the reality of what was happening suddenly crashing down on me. This was it. This was happening, with all three of them — this wasn’t a dream or my imagination anymore.
My back arched, and Xavi’s hand moved down my stomach, popping the button on my jeans and yanking down the zipper before dipping beneath the hem of my underwear. Warm fingers splayed out and dragged across my waxed skin, down on either side of my lips, and I could feel the slide of them, could tell exactly what he’d found.
“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” Xavi groaned, nipping at the bud of my breast before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Need to taste you.”
I turned my head to the left, the movement languid and dizzying, and watched as he walked on his knees toward my head. His shirt was gone, his hair now falling loose around his face, and god, his belt was unbuckled?—
“Annie.”
Cole’s voice barely grabbed my attention, but his hand came up on the side of my face again and gently coaxed my head to my right instead. He was already there, still fully dressed, looking down at me like he was afraid any more attention would make me break. My jeans were already moving down my hips from Xavi’s touch, my underwear immediately following, and oh my god , oh my god, I was just fully fucking naked in front of the three of them.
“If you need to stop,” Cole said softly, leaning down over me, his thumb dragging back and forth across my cheekbone, “you just say. All right? No one will be upset, and we’ll stop immediately.”
Stop?
I didn’t want to stop.
I had no idea whose hands pushed my thighs apart, but I let it happen. “Did you leave that?” Xavi growled, and I felt a thumb brushing over the little bruise that still ached at the top of my inner thigh.
Colton snorted. “Yeah.”
The same hands that held me open splayed gently over my inner thighs, a single finger dipping between my lips, and my eyes fluttered on a moan, still barely locked onto Cole’s honey-brown gaze. But it was the sensation of a mouth latching to my clit that had me turning feral.
A moan climbed up my throat and I reached for Cole’s belt, fumbling with the buckle of it, trying my best to undo it efficiently. His eyes went wide immediately, his hand coming to cover mine. “You don’t have to jump right into?—”
“Please,” I rasped, pulling at the leather, setting it free.
“Let her,” Colton purred from my left, and I could hear the grin in his voice. His hand came down on my breast, kneading the flesh, rolling my nipple between his thumb and first finger.
I barely noticed Xavi shucking his hoodie and throwing it somewhere behind him — I only realized when his mouth left me for a split second and I glanced down, watching as his shirt came off, the sight of him topless burning into my brain. Long, lean muscle coated every goddamn inch of him, his lankiness so different from Cole’s stockiness and Colton’s sheer size and mass. He dove right back in, his tongue licking straight up from my entrance and dipping in briefly, making me writhe, before sucking my clit in between his teeth and lashing it with his tongue.
We’d barely started and I felt like I was going to die here.
I managed to undo Cole’s belt, and he hissed out a curse before helping me with the button and zipper of his jeans. I pushed up on his shirt, trying to give him the hint, and he reluctantly pulled it off within a second, muscle and chest hair, and — my god , they were all built like tanks.
My fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers and he sucked in a breath, his tanned cheeks turning red, and I couldn’t even process how cute that was because my eyes were locked on the bulge threatening to break free if I didn’t release it. I pulled the white cotton down, the elastic dragging and pressing him down, revealing him inch by painstaking inch.
And then Cole was free.
My mouth watered at the sight of him — not quite as thick as Colton’s, but he was just as long, curved upward in a way that I knew damn well would make me see stars. The tip was bright pink, and a long, throbbing blue vein stood out along the top of it. The muscles of his lower stomach almost pointed straight toward the trimmed area tauntingly, daring me to stare, to taste, to take . “Dear god,” I whimpered.
I pushed up onto my elbow, forcing myself to look to my left at Colton instead, trying to shift my need, to give them equal attention?—
Colton’s free hand fisted in my hair immediately, turning me back toward Cole. “Ah, ah,” he murmured, dipping down, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m patient, sweetheart. I’ve already had you once. I can watch for a little while.”
My mouth was on Cole before I even had a moment to think straight.
“Christ, Annie,” Cole hissed the second I took him past my lips, the hint of saltiness from his precum spreading across my tongue. Xavi growled between my thighs, the vibrations of it making me moan, and Cole nearly doubled over.
I swirled my tongue around him, flicking it gently against the spot where his tip met the shaft underneath, but Colton’s hand in my hair urged me further forward, pressing me to take him deeper, deeper, deeper , and holy shit, why was that hot ?
“For fucks sake, let her go at her own pace.” Cole’s voice was tight and strained, his hand resting on my collarbone twitching.
Colton pulled my head back, my mouth releasing Cole with a pop . “You want me to back off, sweetheart?” he purred, his head right next to mine, his teeth nipping at my ear. “Or do you like this?”
My breathing was fast, shallow, and I whined and writhed as I felt fingers slipping into me, far too much happening at once to think clearly. “I like it,” I croaked. “I like it, please, please?—”
“Atta fuckin’ girl,” Colton said, pushing my head back to Cole, his grip harder, rougher, tighter on my hair, and the sound that came from Cole as I took him into my mouth again made me shiver. “You look so goddamn pretty with your mouth full.”
I could already feel my release coiling as Xavi’s fingers and mouth worked me with expert precision, his digits curling with every thrust, his tongue lashing me brutally and forcing strangled, suffocating whimpers out my nose. Colton pushed me further, forcing Cole’s cock deeper until it was hitting the back of my throat with every movement of my head. My hand grasped his hip, steadying myself with it, using it to show him I was okay, over the moon, even?—
My body tensed, and Colton pulled my head back, bringing my mouth to his as my orgasm ripped through me almost unannounced. Xavi grunted his satisfaction, and my shrieks died on Colton’s tongue, aftershocks hitting me one after the other as Xavi slowly removed his mouth from me but kept his fingers buried.
I could barely breathe when Colton pulled away, his gaze shifting, looking down at Xavi before turning to look up at Cole.
“That’s… that’s not it, right?” I croaked.
Cole’s mouth quirked up in a wide grin, a little laugh coming from him, and Colton and Xavi both broke into chuckles. “No, Annie, that’s not it,” Cole drawled.
I nodded shakily, trying to catch my breath in the moment of reprieve. “Someone’s going to fuck me, right?”
I looked down at Xavi between my thighs as he righted himself, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, his darkened gaze leveled on me between his friends. He was already unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down, the outline of his rigid cock so absurdly obvious through his briefs. No fucking way, he was bigger than both of?—
“We’re all going to fuck you, sweetheart,” Colton purred in my ear. “But I think it’s only fair Xav goes first. Cole?”
Cole glanced down at Xavi, watching as he kicked his pants off the end of the bed. “Yeah,” he agreed. “You want that, Annie?”
All I could do was nod.
I barely had a moment to look as Xavi’s briefs went down, too. Oh my fucking god they’re going to kill me, all three of them. He was bigger than Colton, and Colton had already left me sore from the day before. At least a half of an inch longer, just as wide, shaved right down, and?—
He was uncut. Fucking Canadians.
His deep red tip bulged from the end, his foreskin rolling back to reveal streaks of clear precum, but then it was dragging over my slit and dipping down where I couldn’t see it anymore.
“Let’s keep that mouth occupied,” Colton grinned, tightening his grip on my hair again as he pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down, his cock springing free with ease. He wasn’t even wearing boxers. “Xav, you need lube or are you good?”
The tip of Xavi’s length pressed against my entrance, slipping just barely inside with ease. I nearly passed out right there. “Nah, man, she’s fucking soaked,” he rasped, hooking his elbows under my knees. “But pass it down just in case.”
I barely noticed the exchange, not when my head was being led right to Colton’s cock. My mouth opened on instinct, taking him in, shifting my body weight to my other elbow, and I felt Cole sink down a little to my right, felt his hand trailing down my body, felt his breath along my shoulder.
Xavi pressed in a couple of inches, and my restraint snapped instantly. He was breaking me open, the stretch of him bordering almost on painful but not quite, and I whimpered loudly around Colton’s length.
“You’re doing so well, Annie,” Cole whispered, his fingers finding my achingly sensitive clit in half a second. He touched me gently, just enough to add pleasure and not overwhelm me, just enough to help me relax around Xavi. “You’re all right.”
“She’s more than all right,” Colton hissed, pushing me just a little deeper on him, his hips meeting my head halfway.
Xavi groaned as he sunk another couple of inches, and then more, my body opening for him as best it could. “Fucking hell, baby.” His words were broken, his voice cracking, his breathing heavy enough that I could hear it from here. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Things turned into a blur — Xavi sunk in fully and started moving, the sensation alone nearly enough to drive me to another orgasm. Cole kissed my skin and circled my clit, not a care in the world that he was wildly close to touching Xavi, his touch shifting as the sensitivity from my release died down and grew firmer, faster. Colton used my mouth like it was a goddamn toy, but I loved it, each touch purposeful to get a rise out of us both. He gave himself breaks, pulling me off him to let me kiss him or Cole and catch his breath, trying to drag this out for himself for as long as he possibly could.
Xavi pushed my knees back, bending me nearly in half and raising my ass higher off the bed, his thrusts harder, needier, greedier . He buried himself in me over and over, so deep there was nowhere else to go, hitting the spot inside of me that made me cry out. He wasn’t as relentless as Colton had been, but each thrust pushed me closer and closer to another orgasm, his grunts turning into moans and whimpers so goddamn cute that I wanted to record them and play them back on a loop constantly.
“Come with me, Annie,” he begged, his fingers digging into the backs of my thighs hard enough that his nails were pressing in. “Fuck, please, baby.”
I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to. Cole’s hands, Colton’s heated breath against my lips, and Xavi’s movements were too much, too insane, and the second Xavi’s hips started to stutter, I broke again, my face contorting, my body twitching and writhing beneath all three of them.
“Yes, yes ,” Xavi croaked, his body tipping forward over me, my walls tightening around him as he broke, too. His hands raked up my body, pushing both of them out of the way, and his mouth met mine sloppily as he drove himself into me a couple more times, pushing his release deeper in, riding out the tail end as I struggled to come down from the high.
I felt like I was floating when he pushed the hair back from my face, his messy kisses turning softer by the second, his groans quieting down.
“You sure?” Cole asked, but I wasn’t sure what it was about.
“Yeah, man,” Colton answered.
There was movement on the bed, and suddenly the space to my right was empty. Xavi tucked a hand beneath my waist and rolled us effortlessly, his back on the comforter and my limp body on top of his. His length slid out of me, his cum dripping down over my clit, and no, no, no , I felt too empty now.
But before I could even voice my complaint, strong, gentle hands were coaxing my rear into the air, lifting me up onto my knees. I pulled my mouth from Xavi’s in a daze, but found Colton just a few inches from my head, his fingers catching my chin and lifting me from that end until I was up on my hands, too.
That left only one option for whose cock was nudging against my entrance now, since Xavi was beneath me and Colton was in front of me, looking down at me with that shit-eating grin that made his dimple pop. “Such a good girl,” Colton cooed, his thumb dragging across my lower lip. “You’re taking us so much better than I thought you would. You don’t want to stop, do you?”
I shook my head.
Colton shifted a little closer and pulled me toward him just a little more, forcing Cole to move further up to keep up, angling us so Xavi’s head was just beneath my breasts. “Arch your back, sweetheart,” he growled, the words an order as his free hand pressed down on the small of my back.
Cole pressed in the moment my back arched further, my body not needing time to adjust after already being fucked the first time — but it felt so entirely different.
He sunk right in till the hilt, his hands gripping my hips like I might run, and I briefly wondered what the fuck the three of them ate to get so goddamn large.
“Feels like a dream, huh?” Colton chuckled above me.
Cole groaned. “Damn right.”
The two of them didn’t waste a second. Cole started moving and Colton pressed against my lips until I let him in, and the goddamn world spun around me. Xavi caught his breath beneath me, his hands roaming my body, his mouth trailing kisses across my chest and sucking at the skin.
Cole was gentle with his movements, letting the curve of his length do most of the work for him, and my god, it did . It pressed into places I didn’t even know would get a rise out of me. Colton guided my head for me, his hand tucked beneath my jaw, his fingers and thumb digging in on either side of my neck and keeping me angled just right to take him as he wanted. He pushed my boundaries, made me gag, held my head on him for just a little bit longer than I thought I could take — the juxtaposition of gentleness at one end and Colton’s promise of roughness at the other was so confusing I was worried my brain was breaking.
Xavi’s hand found my center, his fingers deftly working the overly sensitive bundle of nerves, his other dragging across my ribs, my breast, my sides. Everything was a mess of sensation, and I was so lost in it, dragged under the current and blissfully choosing to never breathe again.
“Pass me that,” Colton grunted.
Cole’s voice caught on a groan. “But she?—”
“Just pass it to me.”
Colton’s hand left my throat, and I barely caught the sound of a bottle opening over the other sounds in the room — my muffled moans, Cole’s grunts, Xavi’s heavy breathing, Colton’s groans. There was too much happening, too much for me to handle, and the moment I felt Colton leaning forward over my upper back, I could feel the threat of another orgasm. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take at this point.
Slick, warm fingers teased my hole, and I stilled. It wasn’t the first time it had been touched — I wasn’t a prude — but I’d never experimented with it with someone else, let alone three fucking men at once. I moaned around my mouthful, just the touch alone setting wildfires off across my skin, my thighs trembling and release building.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Colton murmured, his other hand lowering to rest on the back of my head. I pushed back against his fingers, meeting Cole halfway through a thrust and knocking him a little off-kilter. “Fuck, I love seeing you squirm.”
A single finger sunk up to the first joint, and I almost came on the spot.
I pulled my mouth off him, no longer able to concentrate or trust myself not to accidentally bite down, and lowered myself further, trying to work Colton’s cock with my hand even though my strokes were uncoordinated at best. I moaned against the top of Xavi’s head, heard his breathy chuckle beneath me, felt the way his fingers kept their rhythm, drawing me closer and closer and closer.
“Christ, I’m close,” Cole grunted.
But Colton wasn’t paying attention to that. He was wholly focused on me, on the way my body was drawing him in deeper, his finger sinking in further and further until he reached his knuckles. He drew it out slowly, gently, before pushing another finger in, stretching me just a little more, deeper, deeper ?—
My climax slammed into me like a freight train, the sound of it barely muffled against Xavi’s hair, my shriek loud and earth-shattering as my body broke and fell apart beneath them. Cole’s grip tightened on my hips, and he chased it a little longer, Colton’s fingers still buried inside of me, before Cole came on a groan so thunderous I wasn’t even sure it was him — I’d never heard him be so loud.
Everything was hazy, then. Cole’s desperate attempts to catch his breath as he pulled out of me barely made it to my ears, and I couldn’t quite hear what Colton was saying to me. My brain felt like soup, my body like Jell-O, and I wasn’t even one hundred percent certain I was definitely alive when Colton hauled my body upright against him, the presence of his fingers still inside of me the only thing still clear as day.
“Annie, sweetheart,” Colton chuckled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Look at me so I know you’re good.”
My eyes were heavy as I met his, my lips parted, my breathing tight. “I’m good,” I said, my words barely more than a whisper.
He grinned down at me. “There she is,” he smirked, that dimple popping out like it had an axe to grind with me. “Can you take a little bit more?”
“Yeah.”
Colton moved in an instant, his fingers sliding out of my hole and his body coming up behind me on the bed. “Xav, can you keep her upright?”
Cole lay sprawled out behind Xavi, a dazed look on his face and his eyes glued to us. Xavi sat up, his hand coming up around the back of my neck, and tucked me into his shoulder with a low, approving hum, just holding me.
Colton’s cock nudged against my folds, the slickness of me and Xavi and Cole coating him, before he pushed in easily. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to last long after basically being edged while the other two had their time, and I was almost thankful for it. My body was exhausted, my mind already gone, and all I could do was cling onto Xavi as Colton buried himself in me again and again, drawing out every sound under the sun from my mouth.
“Good job, baby,” Xavi cooed, his fingers playing in my hair, his breath hot on the side of my cheek.
Colton pressed down on my lower back, angling me perfectly, and god , right there — that was enough to build another orgasm on its own, without even a hint of friction against my clit. There was no way, no way I was going to be able to come again without that, not a chance in hell. I’d never come without it.
But every thrust drove me closer.
“What the fuck?” I mumbled, the words dying out on a moan, but Colton’s movements grew choppy quickly, and before I could protest, he was losing himself in me, bending over me, trailing kisses up my spine as he spilled every drop of pent-up need into me.
“Shit, you were close, weren’t you?” Colton murmured, his hands already grabbing me, his cock slipping from me as he moved me out of Xavi’s hold and onto my back beside him. Colton was still gasping for breath from his release, but his left hand trailed down my thigh, determined not to let that potential release die.
Colton slipped two fingers into me, then three, finding the spot he’d been hitting with his cock and pressing on it. My back arched on a wail, my body threatening to just give out altogether. But then his mouth came down on me, not a fucking care in the world for the mess the three of them had made down there, his tongue dragging carefully across my too-sensitive clit.
It built again, and I lost myself in it, the sensations too much, Cole’s hand lazily dragging through my splayed-out hair and Xavi’s mouth at my throat, and within seconds, I came on a cry , a fucking sob breaking from my throat, the pleasure spreading out through my bones and arteries and sinew. Colton’s fingers left me, his mouth too, and before I even had a chance to come down from the rush of yet another orgasm, his fingertips pressed in at my lips.
A dare. A promise. Next time, Annie, you’re going to taste yourself.
But as I opened my mouth greedily and sucked his fingers clean, I knew damn well it wasn’t just myself that I was tasting — it was the three of them, too.
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I barely knew my own name as I gradually came to, the room so dark I couldn’t see much more than an inch in front of my face. There was someone directly beneath me, and based on the tickle of chest hair against my chin and the vague scent of burning wood, I guessed it was Cole. Arms were draped over my back, holding me in place, and I had no idea who they belonged to, but what I did know was I was sleeping so intensely soundly seconds ago that I was tempted to just fall right back into it.
Soft snoring came from my left, and heavy, even breathing came from my right, but as I slowly picked up my head to try to figure out exactly what the situation was here, I realized the body beneath me wasn’t breathing as easily as the rest.
And as a hand came up to cup my cheek, I knew damn well he wasn’t asleep either.
“Hi,” I whispered.
The quietest, breathiest chuckle answered me. Definitely Cole. “Hi,” he said softly. “You okay?”
I nodded, turning my head into his hand. “Yeah. I need to pee, though.”
He snorted, his chest rumbling beneath me as he tried to hold back his laughter. “Don’t think you’re going to make it out without waking one of them.”
I groaned my frustration softly and let my head fall back onto his chest, his hand tucking into my hair and holding me gently. “Why are you awake?”
“You were moving.” Cole played with my hair, twirling it around his fingers, his touch so intensely soothing. “Kind of hard not to wake me when your whole body is on top of me.”
My cheeks heated, and I was suddenly extremely grateful for the darkness. I was still completely naked, and so was he, nothing but the blankets over me to cover us. “Sorry,” I murmured. “I can… I can try to move off you.”
“No,” he whispered. “I like it.”
“But I need to pee.”
He chuckled again, his head lifting just enough to press a kiss to the top of my head. “Right. If you’re going to wake one of them, wake Xav,” he said softly. “He’s surprisingly chill with it usually. Colton, though…”
I swallowed. “I can’t even tell who’s on which side.”
“Xav’s on your left. My right.”
I shifted on top of him, moving to my left, and Cole’s hand left me, letting me go easily. I heard the dull thud of a hand tapping gently against skin, and Xavi stirred, his arm instinctually wrapping around my body and pulling me into him, his light snoring stopping.
“Xav,” Cole whispered.
“What?”
“Annie needs the bathroom. Let her out.”
Xavi groaned softly, pulling back the blankets on his side and slowly sitting up, his arm around me pulling me upright with him. “Come on, then,” he murmured, sliding a hand under my knees and tucking me into his chest.
I barely processed it before he stood up, holding my full weight like I was a damn bride. But I didn’t protest — just wrapped my arms around his neck and let him carry me.
I didn’t know if it was because of what had happened tonight, because I was feeling closer to all three of them, or even if it was just because of the weight that had been lifted off of my shoulders now that I knew I didn’t need to choose, but even in the dead of night with Xavi’s arms holding me up and his nose nuzzling against my neck, with Cole and Colton waiting in bed for us, with the lingering scent of all three of them on me… I’d never felt more like myself in my life.
And for the love of god, I wanted to keep that.