TWENTY-FIVE
The sightof Echo on the floor at our feet does something to me. She trusts us—now more than ever before. And I hope like hell there will never be a moment when that trust in us is questioned.
Helping her up from the floor, I let my eyes roam over her body. She’s a beautiful mess. Her hair is ruffled from Wilder’s hands, and she’s in a state of chaotic undress. That was mostly my doing. My lips twitch because I know I’m not nearly done with her or these two men yet.
We move together over to the couch, a lawless car chase and impressive explosions on the TV screen, the only source of sound and light in the room. It’s enough to disguise any noise we make and gives off enough flickering light to see by. Because I do want to see whatever is about to go down here in the Madden den.
Beckham steals my attention from the screen as he grabs the back of my neck, and we crash together, his lips coaxing mine to open, allowing our tongues to twist and curl in a dance that is new but so fucking hot.
My mind races to catch up with the new rush of adrenaline moving through my veins. Beckham. Until he asked what I’d do if it were me that he needed, I hadn’t realized he’d been thinking about me. Not like that. But he had been. Wanting me, but hesitating. And I get it. I’m the wildcard in this four-way relationship. The one they can’t be sure of because I haven’t been vocal with my thoughts or feelings. Because this is all so far out of left field for me. So fucking new and different. But I’d be hard-pressed to say I don’t like what we’re doing. In fact, I fuckin’ love it.
My heart thuds heavily in my chest as he grasps me by the waist, subtly nudging my cock with his. He’s fucking different than Wilder is. There’s far more of a tease with him. He’d surprised me outside with that kiss, but he was more than a little caught off guard when I pushed him down on the couch once we got in here. His shock quickly morphed into unhinged desire, though, and then there’d been no more questioning what was happening between us.
Beckham nips at my jaw before turning me so I can see what Echo and Wilder are up to. She’s thrown a blanket over a large portion of the couch.
“What?” She stares at Wilder as he cocks his head to the side, then over to us. She shrugs. “I’d rather not concentrate on whether or not we’re about to make a mess. Go ahead and deny that it’s smart thinking. I dare you.” Wilder shakes his head, grinning as he falls onto the couch—the same spot I’d been in with Beckham earlier—and holds his arms out for her.
“I’m not denying a damn thing. And you’ve just given us the green light to do whatever we want, so get your ass over here.” She climbs onto the couch, straddling his waist, bracing herself over his body to kiss him, thereby giving us a fucking excellent view of her pussy. I groan, watching him divest her of the remainder of her clothing.
Beckham leans in, nipping at my ear. “I want her to sit on his face. I need to watch that.” His hot breath sends ripples of lust down my spine. “Maybe I’ll fuck her from behind.” He eases back enough to look into my eyes with his startling blue ones. “Maybe you’ll fuck me, too.”
I swear I almost choke on nothing but my spit. Staring steadily at him to make sure he’s not fucking with me, my brows slowly raise at the same time my dick throbs at the thought of it. But there’s no lie hiding in his gaze. No untruths. Only desire. A breath stutters from me.
“I wanna feel this inside me.” Beckham puts his hand between us, stroking my cock through my joggers. Jesus. He’s good at that. I grunt, subtly shifting my hips toward him.
We stand for interminable seconds, staring into each other’s eyes, breathing each other’s breath. His hands land on my waist, skimming back to where his fingers dip under the waistband of my pants. They slide inside, tentative at first. He watches my every reaction. Every twitch. Every stir of emotion in my eyes. And the funny thing is, he’s able to rip and tear these feelings from me without trying. I gasp, my mouth dropping open as he palms my ass.
“Your body is carved in the most achingly delicious way.”
“You aren’t afraid to go after what you want.” My head grows hazy when he pulls me close, and his erection lines up with mine the way it had earlier.
“No. I’m not. And I want you. I want all of you.” His tongue swipes over my lower lip, and, on a groan, I grasp his head, nip at his lips once, twice, then dive deep into the kiss.
As we’re exploring, learning each other, my mind races, knowing I’d been on the verge of tearing his clothes off earlier when Wilder and Echo came in, and I haven’t had it out of my mind since we decided to get up and join them. I growl, running my hands down his chest and around to his finely hewn back. I don’t know what the fuck Beckham does to stay in such good shape, because the man eats like a horse, but whatever it is, he should keep right on doing it.
It’s while all these thoughts are buzzing around in my head that Beckham slips my joggers over my ass. My breath catches, eyes lighting as they shoot open. Beckham swirls his tongue with mine once more, then pulls away, a devious, dangerous smile on his lips as he takes my freed cock in his grip. The way he tugs on my dick makes me want to shout, it’s so fucking good. I groan aloud, my eyes practically crossing with the pleasure of it. Somewhere in the daze I’m in, it registers that Wilder has scooted himself down on the couch and is coaxing Echo to sit on his face.
“Fucking look at that,” I breathe out. Pre-cum seeps from the tip of my cock.
Beckham’s lips twitch. “How about we see what happens if I suck your dick while you watch them?” He lowers himself to the floor and, kneeling before me, he teases me unmercifully, tongue flicking out here and there.
My head reels as he grasps my balls in hand, gently tugging. And then he swallows my cock, and holy fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck. With my vision tunneling, I grasp his head with both hands, threading my fingers through his hair. I revel in the feel of his warm, wet mouth as my dick slides in and out. And the suction he’s providing—the wicked flick of his tongue all along my shaft—it’s consuming my every thought. I’m fucking burning alive, and I don’t even care.
Movement and subtle whimpers catch my attention, pulling my gaze to lock on Echo. Wilder’s finally got a face full of pussy—his tongue buried in her cunt, he’s got her positioned so she’s leaning forward, gripping the couch. Her head falls back on her shoulders as she moves over him, her hips gently rocking. This girl of ours, she’s so fucking amazing.
It’s not hard to imagine Beckham lining up behind her, either… or me behind him. I grit my teeth. Heat washes through my body, limb by limb, before flowing to my cock where it jerks. He releases me from his mouth, pumping his hand up and down my length as he glances over his shoulder to watch Echo and Wilder. On a hard exhale, he turns back to me, his lip caught between his teeth.
“Time to join them again?” I raise my brows, reaching to pull my joggers up over my hips, but Beckham shakes his head.
“You fucking bet… but you may as well leave that beautiful dick out.” Beckham gets to his feet and shoves his pants down. His cock juts out from his groin, long and thick. He catches me looking. “See something you like?” Lips twitching, he shoots me a sexy wink.
I chuckle, my breath stuttering from me, but I gesture toward the two on the couch. We shift closer to the action, and Beckham climbs behind Echo. As I move around the furniture, my eyes remain glued to the three of them. Beckham bends to kiss and suck her neck before bringing his hands around to her breasts. He pinches at her nipples in a way that wrings a series of moans from her. The sultry sounds send a shot of uncontrollable lust to my dick. I know where I want to be for the moment—behind the couch so I can watch everyone’s expressions. I cup Echo’s face, and when her gaze pierces mine, I can’t resist kissing her swollen lips—lips that were on Wilder’s mouth and cock not long ago. Fuck. Yes. Desire floods me. Our tongues tangle frantically, and she gasps for breath. Her eyes are unfocused, glazed over. Pupils dilated with lust.
This is Echo in the throes of passion. “She’s coming undone. Keep going.” I press another kiss to her gasping mouth, sweeping my tongue inside and groaning. As I pull back, I whisper, “Echo, baby—enjoy the ride.”
Wilder practically growls from the flat of his back. “Her pussy is so fucking wet for us. Beckham, you ready?”
He moans in response.
I tip my head to the side to get a better view and realize Wilder has a hold of Beckham’s cock and is stroking him slowly. “She’s ready for this dick.” Turning his head, Wilder’s dark eyes meet mine. “There’s a bottle of lube in my pocket if you need it. I pulled it out of my bag when I was upstairs.”
With his cock still in Wilder’s grasp, Beckham huffs out a strained laugh. “Presumptuous much?”
“Nah”—Wilder smirks, his dark eyes finding mine again—“hopeful.”
“Beckham,” Echo pants. “I need?—”
He immediately refocuses on her, kissing her shoulder. “We’ve got you, little love.”
Circling to their side, I watch Beckham spread his legs to get himself low enough, then notch his cock at her opening. A whimper falls from her pouty lips. “Please.”
“That’s it,” Wilder murmurs. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you beg.”
I scrape my teeth over my bottom lip, watching from under hooded eyes as Beckham’s big cock enters her tight little body. “Yes. Yeees,” she breathes out.
I grip my erection, stroking roughly, as I feast my eyes on the trio before me. My heart stumbles over itself with the need to join in, so I step close, tuck my hand into the pocket of Wilder’s joggers, and come up with the lube on the first try. I set it on the cushion beside them, then tug his joggers down, releasing his cock. “Sorry, I feel like this needs to be out.” Coming in behind Beckham, I straddle Wilder’s waist, his bejeweled cock jutting straight up behind my ass. The idea of it has me all hot and bothered. I wet my lips and swallow hard, shifting my attention ahead of me. They’re moving languidly, Echo bracing herself against the back of the couch so they both have access to her pussy.
“Fuck, Wilder. Goddamn, I love your tongue,” Beckham gasps out, shuddering.
I tilt my head to the side, and fuuuck. Wilder’s tongue is not only all over Echo, it’s lapping at Beckham’s dick, too. Jesus. Fuck. Yes. I scrub my hand through my hair and lean in close to Beckham, running my hands over his back, then around to his abs. Under my fingertips, I feel the ripple of core muscles working with every thrust of his pelvis. And my cock, it’s cradled right in the crack of his ass. I just barely contain the groan of pleasure inside my chest.
“Oh god.” Echo’s exclamation is quiet. But then it comes again. “Oh my god. Fuck.”
“You okay, princess?”
“I just— It feels good. Wilder, I’m not suffocating you, am I?”
“I swear to god, Echo, if I’m going to die, this is the way I want to go,” he growls. “I’m good. I’ll be better when you’re coming on my face. Drown me, baby.”
My brain twists and bends, wrapping around what we’re doing. Fuuuck. I’m on fire. And things are about to get a whole lot hotter.
I pick up the bottle of lube and flip the cap, drizzling some into my palm. I stroke myself several times before I put more onto my fingers. Dropping the bottle at my side, I splay one hand over Beckham’s firm ass, feeling his muscles flex and contract, then let the fingers of the other hand slip between the cheeks and glide over his asshole. Touching him like this has a jolt of lust rocketing down my spine.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” Beckham bites out through clenched teeth. I can see the tightness of his jaw as he turns his head, straining to get his eyes on me. I slowly circle his hole with my fingers. It’s a little tricky since he’s in constant motion as he fucks Echo, but I manage. His body shudders as I grab the lube, letting some trickle directly where he needs it.
My dick gives a violent lurch as the tip of my finger enters his ass. If there was ever any question about whether I wanted Beckham, I’d say my cock knows the truth. He moans as my finger slips farther inside.
“Give me another,” he grunts.
And I do. Easily. Ah, fuck. I’m hardly having to do a damn thing as every piston of his hips backward pushes him onto my fingers. My chest jerks. It’s time. He’s more than ready for me. I pull my fingers from his body, spreading his cheeks wide, taking in the full view of his ass, his taint, and his balls as they swing, then flick up to Echo, who is practically sobbing, she’s so close to coming again. “Ready?” I grit out.
Beckham gasps. “Yes. Fill me with that beautiful cock.”
I edge forward, dick in hand, and on the next thrust, the head of my cock slips effortlessly inside his body. And then he’s easing back, his tight hole swallowing my entire length. My ears buzz, and my vision clouds, it’s so good. So tight. “Fuuuck, Beck,” I manage to gasp out. “My god.” I hold onto his hips, watching where the two of us are joined. At my back, every time the motion of our ocean moves in that direction, my ass brushes Wilder’s cock. I can’t fuckin’ resist. I reach behind me and hold his cock against my ass.
He lets out a choked gasp from below. “Oh, Jesus. Fucking hell.”
The moans, curses, and oaths of us moving together as a unit are giving the soundtrack to the movie a run for its money. I love everything about this. Echo’s cries of pleasure, the ease in which we’ve all come together, the way Wilder can’t help but thrust between my ass cheeks, and fucked if Beckham isn’t having the best damn time being right in the middle of all this, giving and receiving at the same time.
I exhale hard, realizing I’m now conducting this train. Fire races through me as I pick up the pace. Lust fucking roars. I want to be with them in every way, every position.
Echo clutches the back of the couch, knuckles going white as she stutters out, “O-oh g-god. I’m coming.”
Beckham groans. “Fuck yes she is. She’s clamping down on my cock. I?—”
I snap my hips, driving into him, knowing her orgasm is about to set off a chain reaction. Only a moment later, Beckham exhales hard, his body slamming forward into Echo. He shudders and shakes when he comes, and I feel every goddamn second of it. Sweat pops out on my brow as I fight for control. Beckham is fervently kissing Echo’s back, and her head has dropped, chest rising and falling fast as she collects herself.
I grit my teeth, determined to finish off both myself and Wilder. With my hand on his cock at my backside, I stroke it and listen to him groan from somewhere beneath all of us. My mind is being fucking blown right now. Wilder growls out some unintelligible words as cum spurts rhythmically from him. I feel it hit my lower back, my ass, and my hand.
I can’t hang on any longer. Gripping Beckham, I roll my hips twice more, my eyes racing to capture a mental image of this moment—of these people I care so much for. That’s when the orgasm hits me like a shock wave. It’s jarring in the way it robs me of air and all coherent thought as I pant and grunt my way through the explosion of cum I’m releasing into Beckham’s ass. My head goes hazy as I surrender to everything these people mean to me.
Some time later,we climb into the guest room bed together. We were always meant to be like this. Love like this. Somewhere inside me, I always held this deep-seated desire—through all the days and nights that we were apart—that Echo and I would have a chance at the future that had been ripped away from us. I never imagined that not only would we find each other again, but we’d add my best friends to our unit and all of us would want each other the way we do.
Winding up thoroughly involved in a relationship with three other people is nothing I saw coming. But here we are, the four of us blazing our own path, because we’ve decided what—and who—we want. And I won’t allow anyone to ever tear us apart. I’ll die before that happens.