Chapter 84 #2
Nash wrapped his hand around my throat while Blake stood at the end of the couch, and I stroked his shaft. Myles moved behind me, teasing my ass and driving me crazy.
He worked his lubed fingers inside me, and the added pressure was almost enough to make me come. Nash grumbled but didn’t say anything. I was shocked that he was actually letting this happen. I knew he had to be feeling the sensations as much as I did.
My pussy pulsed around Nash when Myles pushed his cock slowly inside of me. I had done this with the Liam and Theo, but this was the first time with Nash and Myles.
Nash was breathing heavily, his fingers pressing into my hips as he waited to start moving.
“Fuck yer so tight, Snowflake. I want to fuckin’ explode already,” Myles groaned, as he pushed the final bit of his cock in.
I moaned, wiggling against them, loving the sensation of the two cocks filling me.
“Oh, fuck…yeah, lets go,” Myles said, and it made me smile to hear his voice so strained with need.
They started to move, and I whimpered with the extreme pleasure.
The pace had me panting, but it was the sight of Theo on his knees, hands behind his back while taking Liam all the way down his throat that had me drooling.
Liam gripped his hair and used Theo’s mouth. As their muscles flexed, I was transported to an entirely different plane of existence.
Nash tightened his hand, cutting off just enough air to make me lightheaded. Myles pounded into me, and I cried out from the intense pleasure as they pushed me over the edge. I felt like a wave crashing into shore.
Nash tensed up, and I felt his release as he twitched inside of me. He continued fucking me and didn’t relinquish his position or slow down, so I took Blake into my mouth. He had been very patient, watching and stroking himself.
I was lost to a sea of sensation. Closing my eyes heightened the sound of them groaning and grunting, lost in their own desire. Nash sucked my nipple into his mouth and I moaned around Blake’s cock.
“Fuck…” Blake mumbled, his hand gripped my hair as he pushed further down my throat.
The three of them found a perfect rhythm like they’d done this a million times. My body shuddered, my skin tingling as the climaxes came in tiny waves that crashed into me and left only to return again. It was the most exotic experience.
“Feck this ass…yer gonna kill me.”
Nash picked up speed, bucking up faster and faster and I knew he was close. As soon as he came again and went limp, I released Blake and signaled Myles that we were moving. He stood and helped me off of Nash.
“Go to the other couch,” I said, running a finger down each of their chests.
“Whatever ya want, Snowflake,” Myles growled.
Blake reclined, and I stared him in the eyes as I had Nash and slowly sank onto his throbbing cock. I breathed through the initial pressure as Myles resumed his position.
“You’re so beautiful,” Blake said, cupping my cheeks, but he waited for me to kiss him. I claimed his lips and whimpered as they started to move.
I couldn’t say how many times we all came or when they swapped out for Liam and Theo. My body was used and soaked with sweat, my throat was raw from yelling their names, and I was thoroughly spent by the time we finally collapsed.
I was weak and shaking when Nash picked me up.
“She’s mine for the rest of the night,” he declared, but considering everyone was just panting and lying on furniture, they weren’t in any state to argue.
He walked into the bedroom, kicked the door closed, and then headed straight into the bathroom.
He sat me down on the counter, then turned the taps on the jacuzzi.
I was so wiped that I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes.
The sound of the running water lulled me into a deeper state of relaxation.
In what seemed like a blink, the water shut off. When I opened my eyes, the bathroom was full of candles. Nash turned off the overhead light and picked me up.
We settled into the gigantic tub with me between his legs and my head on his chest.
“This is incredible,” I said, my voice a little hoarse. He lifted my hand out of the water with his and played with the ring on my finger. “And…thank you.”
“For what?”
“For tonight.” I tilted my head to look up at him, and his dark blue eyes looked black in the candlelight. “I know you really don’t like to share.”
He smirked. “It wasn’t so terrible. I’ve just never been a wait-in-line kind of guy.”
I chuckled. “You? I never would’ve guessed. You seem like the personification of patience.”
Nash smiled wide.
“Well, then you haven’t been paying attention, Princess.” He linked our fingers. “I’m greedy, opinionated, possessive…”
“Don’t forget stubborn,” I added, teasingly.
“Yes, that too. Then there is irritating, overprotective, and it’s hard to believe, but I’ve even been called an asshole a time or two.”
“Nooo, who would say such a hurtful thing?”
“I don’t know some random girl I slept with,” Nash said.
I swatted his arm, and he laughed.
Nash tilted my head toward him and softly kissed my lips. My eyes roamed over his face, and he looked worried, like he was holding something back. Pushing up, I turned around and straddled his lap. I rested my arms on his shoulders and played with his hair.
“What’s going on in that head of yours,” I asked.
“Just thinking.”
“I know that. About what?”
Nash searched my face. “I’ve made some huge mistakes.”
“Yup, but why are you thinking about that right now?”
Nash gripped my hips and slid me closer until we were only an inch apart, my lips hovering over his.
“I hope you know how much I love you. No matter what, everything I do going forward is for us.”
Kissing him, I made sure to let him feel what he meant to me.
“I know. I love you, too. What brought all this up?”
“Because I can’t breathe at the thought of losing you, Princess,” he said, dropping his forehead to mine.
“Why? Did you do something,” I asked, moderately worried now.
“No, I swear.” He chuckled. “I just want you to know that everything I do is for us. Always,” Nash whispered, making my eyes sting. I blinked back the tears.
“We’re going to be fine. Have a little faith in yourself and in us. If there is one thing that I have learned, it is that love really can overcome anything,” I said, smiling.
Nash smiled back.
“That was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard,” he teased, and my mouth fell open.
He laughed as he kissed me to keep me from telling him off.
“So, when do you want to start having kids,” Nash asked, with a shit eating grin.
“What?”
“Yeah, I was thinking at least one for each of us. But I actually want two or three of my own, and I need the first one. So eight or nine should be good. Think of a baseball team.”
“Have you lost your damn mind?”
I started to stand, but he burst out laughing and tugged me back down.
“I’m teasing…sort of, but right now I just wanted to see that look on your face,” Nash said.
“You really are an asshole,” I grumbled, not really angry. This was us. It always had been and always would be.
“And you love it.”
Nash wrapped his arms around me as I stretched out and cuddled into him, under the warm water. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. Closing my eyes, my body relaxed and I took a deep breath.
“You know, I was thinking about when you first arrived, and I promised that I would fuck you. You said not even if there was an apocalypse.”
“Nash?”
“Yeah?”
“You should stop while you’re ahead,” I mumbled.
He burst out laughing and held me tight me as he kissed the top of my head.
I stayed there, wrapped in warmth and quiet, surrounded by the proof that I wasn’t alone. The hollow spaces that I’d carried for so long were filled. Every part of me felt claimed. It wasn’t ownership, but belonging. I was seen from every angle and loved anyway.
I tried to imagine my life before them and couldn’t. The thought slipped away, impossible to picture. They weren’t pieces of my world. They were the structure and the reason the ground no longer shook beneath my feet.
Each of them loved me differently, fiercely, imperfectly, in ways that stitched us together instead of pulling me apart.
They challenged me and protected me. They allowed me to be hard and soft.
Broken and whole all at once. I didn’t have to choose between strength and tenderness with them.
I was allowed to be both. To be loud in my love, and greedy with my happiness.
This was not the future I’d imagined when I first walked through the gates of Wayward, angry and adrift in equal measure.
But it was better than anything I could’ve planned. Darker, but truer.
And then there was Nash.
He was the quiet gravity at the center of it all. The steady weight that kept us anchored when the turbulent waters tried to tear us apart.
Loving him wasn’t gentle, but it was honest. It was the kind of love forged in fire and sealed in blood, the kind you didn’t survive without scars.
He looked at me like the world could burn and he’d still find a way to stand between me and the flames.
He didn’t see something fragile to be hidden, but something precious worth going to war to protect.
As I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow beneath my ear, I understood something with absolute clarity.
This life would never be safe.
But with him, with them, it would always be mine.