Chapter Sixteen #2
Max gets up, and I slide off the arm into the space he’s just vacated.
Reid leans over my lap and slides a hand along my jaw and into my hair.
I meet his warm hazel eyes and my heart throbs an extra beat.
Our mouths meet in a slow collision, while Max and Wynter close in on either side of me.
They touch me, stroking my neck, my shoulders, and thighs, then Max cups one breast and Wynter the other.
I lose my borrowed shirt and jeans. Max undoes his fly.
I put my hands on him, while Reid continues to destroy me with his kisses.
He and Wynter swap places, so that Reid is knelt beside me on the sofa, and Wynter’s between my legs.
I guess it makes sense that we’d cement our relationship all together like this.
Wynter kisses my inner thighs, while his hand slides up the right. It’s my first time with him. It makes me a little shy, or as shy as you can be when three men are undressing and caressing you.
I’m relieved of my panties and am thus left naked between the three still clothed men. Reid immediately ditches his T-shirt, presenting me with his now familiar inked chest.
Wynter’s mouth looms over my split. “Please,” I gasp.
He pauses. Sheds his shirt while my eyes rake him in hungered arousal. Fuck, he’s pretty. Honed to wiry perfection. Not a speck of hair on him, his nipples pastel pink spokes.
“Where is it you want to feel my mouth, Iris?”
As if he doesn’t know. I find my clit with my index finger and circle around it.
“There? Right there?”
I nod.
“Exactly here?” He mimics my movement, only with his tongue. Hell yeah, he’s got it. I cry out. A cry that Reid swallows. This whole situation has me excited in a way that I can’t fully wrap my head around.
I’m fucking all three members of Lucidity. Three men I just agreed to be in a relationship with, and who agreed to be in one with me. This is surreal.
Wynter continues to nuzzle his face between my legs. He stays there until Reid slithers onto the floor beside him. He wraps a hand around the back of his friend’s neck and draws him to him. They kiss open-mouthed, completely uninhibited.
Oh, to have my camera on me right now.
But it’s okay to sit back and enjoy, it’s okay, because there’ll be more moments, so many more moments.
Reid winks at me when they part. They take turns beneath my thighs, for a while. Eventually, Reid turns his attention to Wynter, unbuttons him, and tugs down both his jeans and his briefs baring his arse and his cock. I barely get to see it, before Reid starts enthusiastically blowing him.
“That get you humming?” Max says into my ear. He teases the lobe, explores lower, finding every nerve ending in my throat, while he plays with my breasts.
Mouth opening around constant gasps, I watch Wynter’s back arch, his head tilt back. His mouth is wide open too. I know how attuned Reid is when he’s licking my pussy; he shows the same commitment to getting his boyfriend off.
Wynter presses a hand to the back of his throat. “I don’t want to come yet,” he says, while looking at me. Reid raises his head. Sees that look.
“Ah, of course, you’ve not had the pleasure yet. Pass a johnny, Max, our friend here needs one.”
I’ve never seen a man roll a condom down another man’s shaft. There’s something crazy intimate about it. More intimate than what I’ve already witnessed.
“You wanting some of this?” I ask Wynter, parting my pussy lips with the splayed fingers of one hand.
He grabs my legs, tugs me to the very edge of the sofa, and rubs his crown in the pool of heat at the juncture of my thighs. “Say you want it, Iris.”
“I want it.”
“Say you need it.”
“I need it. I need you. Show me what you can do.”
He fills me in one stroke. He doesn’t fuck like either Reid or Max.
They’re all different. All unique in the way they fill me.
Wynter wedges a hand between us and churns his thumb against my clit as he grinds our bodies together.
It sets off sparklers and paints heat across my body.
I reach out to drag him closer, so that I can seal our lips, but he resists my efforts, goes as far as getting Reid to hold my hands captive.
It’s like he’s determined to have his way, to keep a little of himself from me. I wriggle my way out of Reid’s hold and claw at his body instead, something he certainly doesn’t object to.
I lick. I suck. We rub up against one another. This is the best sex I’ve ever had. How lucky am I that I get to experience it with the three men I’ve worshipped from afar, and over the course of last week I’ve come to love.
“Eyes on me, Iris,” Wynter demands.
I’d still like to get my hands all over him.
“You listening? I need you to come for me. I want to feel those muscles fluttering around me. You get me?”
Wynter. He’s so bossy.
I kinda like it. Plus, I’m close, after such sustained attention. Still not going to magically come on demand, mind. I mutter words to that effect, probably not very coherent ones, given that arousal has made my voice slurry.
Amusement shoots straight into Wynter’s eyes, igniting the green. “Yeah, but Ariel, when I say let go? You’re going to let go.”
“You’re not a mesmerist.”
“You sure about that?”
I’m not sure about anything anymore, at least not enough to bet my life savings on.
He presses his thumb on my clit, knuckles curled against my abdomen. I don’t understand it, but it’s like he’s squeezing something inside of me, and I can’t get enough of it. I skate closer to release. My nipples are now two flushed peaks. He bites. He fucking leaves teeth-marks behind.
“So close.” His thrusts slow. He does something that changes the angle of him inside of me. “And…now.” He sends me over the edge, like it’s no effort at all.
I let the flood of it consume me. I succumb. Ride that wave of rapture. Wynter pulls out of me and peels off the condom. He finishes over my belly. I’m startled by how intimate that makes it feel.
Messy, too, mind.
Right on cue, Reid’s there on clean-up duty. He licks me until every drop is gone.
It’s only once he’s done that I realise Max has completely undressed and is sitting on the sofa jacking himself off.
“Want some of that next?” Reid whispers in my ear. “Now that Wynter’s warmed you up?”
God, yes, I want it, even though it makes me feel greedy.
Fuck that.
It’s pleasure we all deserve.
Wynter and Reid lift me between them and settle me on Max’s lap with my back to his torso. I’m about to protest. I want to be face-to-face with my gentle giant, but then I think about what I might miss if Reid and Wynter are out of my field of view.
“Lift, Iris.”
Max wraps his cock and then positions himself.
He pushes up as I sink down. I encompass less than half of him at first. It takes some jostling, and riding him at a steady pace before I can take him to the root.
He’s a big guy, and proportionally big all over.
When I do take him all the way, it leaves me splayed wide.
Reid uses that as an invitation to go down. His tongue finds my clit but barely lingers. Rather, his attention roams, taking him to the juncture of my and Max’s genitals. He licks me. He licks his bandmates shaft.
“Fucker,” Max groans and croons, rocking into me harder. “Suck ’em. Yeah!”
Reid sucks Max’s balls, and I suspect even gives his pucker a tickle. Max comes urgently as a result, flooding the condom with his release.
Reid topples backward with a self-satisfied grin on his face. “My turn.” He stretches out on his back, kicks off his joggers and rolls on a condom, then beckons me with a curl of his finger. “Come and get it, Ariel. You know you want to.”
It happens that he’s right. My inhibitions have flown, along with my reservations. There’s even something deliciously subversive about sinking over him while I’m still wet from having two other men fuck me.
He makes another few deep strokes, getting us familiar.
It’s not long before he gets a glazed sort of look in his eyes.
“Don’t come yet.” He sighs, mouth open. “Need this to last a little bit more. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. You’re absolutely sopping. I love it. I love you. I fucking love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I feel breath on my neck, and a hand brushes my hair aside. Wynter presses against my back. “You don’t mind if I intrude on this love fest, do you?” He begins grinding against me in a way that pushes his cock against my arse. He’s at full tilt again. Fast recovery time.
“Is this virgin territory?” he asks, massaging his cock against my pucker. He begins grinding against me, more insistently. Reid’s thrusts push me against him, again and again, so that his cock slides into my crack and nudges my hole. “I’m kinda hoping not, much as I’d enjoy being your first—”
“It’s not.”
“So, you’re game?”
Max, who I suspect might have drifted off for a moment after his O, jerks upright. “Man, I love it when you two do it together.”
Together!
“What do you think, Iris?”
“She’s game. You’re game, right?” Reid grasps my hand and kisses my knuckles. “You’ll love it. That’s a promise.”
Lube appears. I’ve no idea from where. I’m grateful, nevertheless. Wynter gets both himself and my arse slippery. He strokes around the rim, coaxing my muscles to relax and let him in. It feels strange, and I’m all nerves again.
“Jeez, hurry it up, man,” Reid encourages, the muscles of his abs jumping as he attempts to hold himself in check. It’s clear he’s desperate to move. I, too, want him to move. “I’m literally dying here, dude.”
“Well then, tell her to relax her arse more.”
“Please, Ariel.”
“I am relaxed,” I say. If I get any more relaxed, I’ll be limp. “I just don’t regularly let guys fuck my arse.” He has at least two whole fingers inside me now.
“That’s about to change, honey. You signed up for keeping three horny blokes satisfied. Reid, a little help here.”
Reid lifts his head and targets my nipples, proving to be the distraction I need. I stop focusing so hard on what’s going on behind me and let myself experience the sensations of Wynter’s fingers stretching me and the buzz like connection that ignites between my nipples, my pussy, and my arse.
“I’m gonna fuck your arse real good, Little Mermaid.” Wynter removes his fingers from me, and then I feel his crown pressing determinedly.
My muscles protest, but then my body adapts, and it feels amazing.
“Deeper, get in deeper. You know I’m into it when I can feel you rubbing against me.
” Reid ploughs me as deep as he can. I wonder how I never saw it before meeting them, this bond that exists between Reid and Wynter.
This isn’t a first for them, even if it is for me.
I’m a little jealous of whoever’s come before.
Then again, I’m also pleased to be benefitting from the practice sessions they offered my men.
Wynter withdraws, then sinks back in pushing deeper. It brings a rush of blood to my face, and a fresh flood of arousal to my pussy. Both men hiss when they feel one another lodged side by side with only a thin barrier between them.
“I fucking live for this,” Reid announces. His teeth are bared. There’s a feral gleam in his eyes. “You’re the best, Ariel. Mermaids for the win.”
There is something special about the three of us being connected this way.
It’s tight, and a bit awkward, but it makes everything sensation-heavy.
Consequently, I’m too far gone to understand what’s happening when the weight behind me alters.
Wynter stiffens and grunts. His whole body flushes hot against my back.
“Fucking, yeah,” Reid mouths. “Do him, man.”
Wynter’s head dips to my shoulder and he curses into my skin.
While his bites muffle the sound, it doesn’t lessen the way he’s quaking.
He jerks into me, faster, desperate. He’s on the verge.
We all are. Me. Wynter. Reid, beneath me.
Max… I hear Max, right before I catch a glimpse of him reflected in Reid’s blown-wide pupils. Max on his knees behind Wynter.
No, not just behind him. Closer than that. He’s inside him.
Now I understand. All four of us are fucking together.
My mind melts. I’m caught by the idea, ravished by it, and driven into raptures.
Reid comes in time with the first contraction of my pussy around his shaft.
Wynter holds it together for not much longer.
He comes so hard that the rush steals his voice.
As for me, I’m not sure where my orgasm ends and where it simply collides with theirs.
With everything pulsing at once, the lines are blurry.