Chapter Eleven
Alicia took a deep, fortifying breath and faced her nemesis. Any other day, and Alicia would have walked away. But yes, not today.
“Maybe I am a pain in their butt,” Alicia said. “They definitely are a pain in my butt.” More like literally a pain in her butt. Inside and out.
“But also, Monica,” she turned to face the girl standing next to her.
“Why don’t you go and ask them what I taste like? And when you get your answer, please address me as Mrs. King from now onward.”
Oh god. She couldn’t believe she said that. Mrs. King? What was she doing?
This was getting out of hand, even for her.
She’d asked them to marry her. They’d said no. The second time, they’d plugged her, spanked her, and feasted on her. But that was still a no, wasn’t it? They hadn’t exactly said yes. In fact, they were trying to scare her away.
She excused herself and went up to her bedroom, praying every single prayer she knew that she made it to her bedroom without that wretched thing falling out of her.
Once safe, she removed her dress and the stopper, then threw it away. She then took a long shower, put on a silk nightie, changed her mind, then changed it for her favorite tattered t-shirt instead, and went to bed.
But she couldn’t sleep. It was 2 a.m., and she hadn’t slept a wink. Before she could stop herself, her feet hit the floor. Before she could think about her actions, she’d already exited her bedroom.
The closest bedroom to hers was Baxter. She opened the door without knocking. Her intention was to move to Eli’s next and then Cade's, and once she had awakened them and gathered all three of them up...
She actually had no idea what she was doing.
But somehow, they knew what she was going to do. Cade and Eli were in Baxter’s room at that precise moment.
Were they waiting for her?
Alicia took in the sight before her.
They’d showered and changed into loose gray track bottoms and weren’t wearing any t-shirts. God, they were gorgeous. Ripped with muscle and packed with power, their bodies were blatantly pure male perfection. It also felt like such a relief to be able to say it out loud in her head instead of keeping all those kinds of thoughts hidden. She found them disturbingly good-looking, always had even when she made herself think otherwise.
Her gaze drifted over the richly masculine room that now had rose petals strewn on the bed and on the carpet. The scent of lavender and vanilla candles perfumed the air. Her favorite scent combination.
This had been in her scrapbook... Her V Card Nixed project.
Without thinking, she ran to them. Her breasts pressed into the warm concrete walls of their chests. They pulled her closer and held her against them.
Holding her face in their hands while they kissed her with the same intensity, they had used their tongues on her pussy and god help her as she was passed around from one mouth to the other, she thought she was going to come just from their kisses alone.
Cade demanded her very last breath from her, forcing her to cling to him in sheer desperation.
He took what he wanted, and she gave willingly. He fed her newly discovered need to be dominated, and when she satisfied him, when he groaned from the taste of her tongue on his, she soared with pride.
Eli commanded her responses, he guided her, he steered her toward the dark decadence of pleasure; then, trusting him without doubt, when he showed her a cliff, she willingly fell over, secure in the knowledge he would catch her again.
Baxter cajoled her, he teased, mercilessly, maddeningly. He made her shameless about her needs and greedy to the point where she bit his lip in the throes of frustrated passion. Then he made her pay for it by driving her crazier.
She didn’t only see stars explode behind her closed eyes. Everything around her and beyond was set ablaze like an inferno, the flames licking at her skin and tattooing their names into her soul.
They whipped her t-shirt off her body and stood back as they perused every inch of her. She wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear.
Suddenly shy and self-conscious, hoping so desperately they liked what they saw, yet completely unsure, she lowered her head.
“Come here, Mrs. King. We know what you taste like. Now it’s time for your mouth to know who owns it.”
Did they hear her? Dammit, why had she let Monica get to her like that?
Wait, they referred to her as Mrs. King? What did that mean? Nothing. They just wanted her to know they’d overheard her conversation with Monica. It meant nothing, right?
But every thought she had fled from her mind as they peeled their track bottoms off, leaving them gloriously naked and fully erected.
“On your knees, beautiful.”
She dropped to her knees in front of them, and then, with sacred reverence, she held their cocks in her hands, exploring the feel of them. The texture of their skin. She traced the thick river of veins that were wrapped around each of their cocks and basked as they shuddered in her palm.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth. Their taste, the power that surged from them, penetrated her and would forever change who she was. She kissed them and ran her tongue down the length of them, feeling them pull taut as she planted wet kisses on their balls. She twirled her tongue around the wetness on the heads of their cocks; the taste so fine, so addictive, she put their whole shafts into her mouth and tried to suck more pre-cum from them.
She could feel them clench their jaws; she knew she was driving them crazy when they threaded their hands through her hair and pulled her off them. But she wasn’t ready to stop, and at the same time she wanted to feel their cocks, still wet from her mouth inside her.
She wanted everything.
She needed to be close to them. She needed them inside her right now.
“Alicia, you need to understand what this means. This is the last time you’ll be given a chance to back out. Because when we take you, we take all of you. We take your virginity in your pussy and your ass. Being ours means you have to take all three of us inside you. Can you do that?”
“Yes. Please. It’s what I want. I want you. All three of you. Now.”
Detecting her desperation, Cade scooped her up from the floor and laid her down on the bed.
As if they couldn’t help themselves, they lowered their heads to between her thighs and sipped on the wetness her body had created all for them. The tingle from Cade’s belt marks still reverberated through her, and her body remembered the burning stretch of the stopper inside her butt.
“You’re ours now. Every part of you belongs to us.”