Chapter 26 Violet
VIOLET
Heat rushes through me at the promise in those words.
I grip at his arms, whimpering as he starts to move. His hips snap, setting a hard and fast pace from the get go that leaves me panting for breath and writhing in place.
His cock cleaves its way through me, hitting every spot inside me that has pleasure coiling thick and undeniable in my gut.
“You take it like you were made for it,” Lennox says. He hasn’t looked away from my eyes once since he started fucking into me. “Like you were supposed to have my dick inside you and you’re finally getting what you’ve always deserved.”
“Lennox,” I moan, just to have his name on my lips.
He smirks at the sound and snaps his hips harder. “Beautiful. Perfect. The perfect hole for this cock. For all our cocks. Aren’t you?”
I nod eagerly, not even processing that these words are something that would make me blush and hide under normal circumstances. Now they just add to the moment, working me up and burning me from the inside out.
Sawyer and Rhett aren’t far away either. Sawyer is on the bed with me, idly playing with my hair while he watches me take his brother’s cock, and Rhett stands just off to the side a bit, his eyes intense as he takes it all in.
His cock is rock hard and flushed red, drips of precum beading at the tip and then sliding down the thick shaft. He grips it tight to keep himself in check, and I know he must feel some kind of way about watching both of his brothers take me, waiting patiently for it to be his turn.
The look in his eyes promises that he’s not going to go easy on me—that he wouldn’t be able to if he tried—and that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Good girl,” Sawyer is saying. He fists a hand in my hair and pulls, tipping my head back to look at him. “Tell us how it feels. Let us hear you.”
“It’s so good,” I practically sob. “It feels so good. So full. So deep.”
“Fuck,” Rhett hisses, his fingers spasming on his cock. He moves in closer and palms at my tits, like he can use them as stress balls to take the edge off.
Between the two of them, they touch me, working me up even more until I’m practically keening my pleasure and dripping all down my thighs and all over Lennox’s cock.
I shouldn’t be able to come again. Not after coming so much and having to work for that last one. I can usually only get two or three orgasms in a night before I start to get oversensitive and have to call it quits. Usually I wouldn’t even try for more.
But the way they’ve made me orgasm so many times already tonight makes me wonder if my body is capable of things I didn’t even know were possible.
That thought crosses my mind, and then I let my brain shut down.
It’s better to just lose myself in this.
To let Lennox fuck me and the other two touch and kiss me.
I turn my head to meet their lips when they coax me to, and I rock my hips with Lennox’s hard thrusts, gasping and moaning, letting every bit of pleasure and sensation fill me up.
My body hums with that feeling, warm and buzzy and perfect. I’ve never felt like this before. Never been touched like this—owned like this. It’s intense, but I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want them to let up or go easy on me.
“Are you still with us?” Sawyer asks at one point. I look at him, mouth slack around a choked off moan.
“I think you’ve fucked all the words out of her head, Lennox,” Rhett says.
“That’s fine. She doesn’t need to talk. She just needs to lie there and take it like a good girl. You’re a good girl for us, aren’t you, Heartbreaker?”
I nod, whining as his cock slams right into the spot that makes my back arch and my body go tense.
“Are you going to come again for us?”
I waver on that because I don’t know. The burn in me feels like I could, but I’m not sure.
“You can,” Rhett insists. “You can do it. You can soak Lennox’s cock and let him feel you come on it.”
“I—” Whatever I was going to say is cut off in a sharp gasp. Rhett lowers his head and sinks his teeth into my nipple, biting it hard enough that the jolt of pain has an edge before it melts into pleasure.
“Show us how good you can be,” Sawyer says. “And how greedy you can be. We’ve gotta make up for lost time with all the orgasms you haven’t been having.”
I know that’s a shot at Andrew, and something about it stokes the flames higher.
The three of them keep going, and every time Lennox’s hips slam into me, I get that bit closer, inching nearer and nearer to the edge before I’m crying out and clenching hard around Lennox’s cock, coming undone.
There are tears in my eyes as I ride the waves of this orgasm, and my lungs squeeze painfully before I remember to gulp down greedy breaths of air. My head spins, and a second after I come, Lennox does too, like he was waiting for me.
I feel the warm rush as he pumps his load inside me, and then I go slack on the bed, shuddering through the aftershocks of that intense climax.
Lennox reaches up, going to wipe away the tears streaming down my cheeks, but his hand shakes before he can touch me. He pulls back, looking away, and something inside me breaks.
How can he think I don’t want him to touch me now? When we’re as close as we’ve ever been?
But I don’t want to ruin the moment, so I don’t say anything. Instead, I just pull him down to kiss him, trying to convey all the things I don’t have the words for right now.
He leans into it, kissing me back, and when he pulls away, there’s at least no shame in his expression. It’s just pure heat and satisfaction.
I’ll take that for now.
“Your pussy is even better than I remember it being,” he says, smirking.
He pulls out, and I wince at the sudden feeling of being empty.
I glance over at Rhett, the only one who hasn’t fucked me yet. My stomach flutters at the look in his eyes, and I bite down on my lip. I’m exhausted already, every part of me feeling wrung out and overworked, but at the same time, I’m still keyed up. Restless, almost.
I smile at him, beckoning him closer, and he moves in, almost like he can’t help himself.
That intense look is still in his eyes, but there’s an almost reverence to the way he touches me. His hand skims over my curves, moving down my arm to my side and then lower. I try to shift so he won’t touch the softness of my waist, but he shakes his head, pinning me with his stare.
“No,” he says firmly. “You’re not going to do that. If I’m gonna fuck you, I’m gonna fuck you any way I like. And that means getting a handful of your perfect hips and breasts.”
I swallow hard, staring up at him.
“Are we clear?” he asks.
I nod. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl.”
He makes a point to touch my hips, pressing those rough, calloused fingers against my skin. There’s no disgust or regret on his face, just heat and desire, and that makes passion flare within me all over again.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls. “You’re perfect, Tink.”
Before I can really react to that, he’s grabbing me more firmly and flipping me over so I’m on my hands and knees. My cheeks flare with heat at the thought that they can see everything like this even more.
My breasts hang down, swinging as I pant for breath, and my ass is up and on display, the clear evidence of Sawyer and Lennox coming inside me right there for everyone to see.
When I glance up, all three of the brothers have their eyes locked on me, and again, there’s nothing but pure lust in their expressions. Even Sawyer and Lennox, who already came, are looking at me like they wish they could devour me all over again.
My heart rate speeds up, and it feels like my blood is on fire, beating through my body in a way I can’t ignore.
Rhett slides a hand between my legs and I feel him scooping up his brothers’ cum, pushing it back into me and using it as lube to slick the way while he works first one and then two fingers inside me.
I moan at the feeling, pushing back to get more. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I pant, turning my head to look back at him.
“Oh, I am,” he promises, and there’s no hesitation in his tone. “But you’re not ready yet.”
“How much more ready can I be?”
He chuckles, a dark, luscious sound. “You’ll see,” he vows.
Something about that makes me shiver all over, and he adds a third finger, fucking them into me hard and fast. It occurs to me that I should be self-conscious about the wet sounds that are happening, but it just turns me on more.
Once Rhett is satisfied, and I’m panting and trembling on the bed from the stimulation, he pulls his fingers free. My pussy clenches around nothing, feeling woefully empty.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs as if he can understand the feeling. “I’m going to fill you up properly in a second.”
His voice is strained, and I know he’s holding back so he won’t hurt me. But I want it. I want to feel him, so I spread my legs a bit wider, dipping my chest down to the bed so he has more access to my pussy.
It puts it more on display too, and Rhett groans.
“Love seeing how fucking much you want it,” he rasps.
I feel the bed shift as he gets closer, and then there’s the feeling of the head of his cock rubbing against me. My eyes go wide just from that because I can already feel how much bigger he is than his brothers.
I knew it, logically, just from looking, but to feel it is something else altogether.
“Take a breath for me,” Rhett says.
I obey, breathing in deeply.
And then Rhett starts pushing into me, and all the breath leaves my lungs like it’s been punched out of me.
The stretch is so fucking intense. That’s the only word for it. It’s not quite painful, and there’s pleasure in it too, but it makes it hard to breathe as my body tries to accommodate something that size.
He goes slow, inch by inch, but it’s still a struggle. My arms give out at some point, and I end up ass up and face down on the bed, letting Rhett work himself into me at this agonizing pace.