Chapter Fifteen #3
Then I glance down at Ryker. He’s still supporting my weight, his hands resting on my ass cheeks.
His normally striking features are schooled into a guarded mask, jaw set, but I see tension swimming in those piercing blue eyes.
He’s bracing himself. He expects me to say no, to pack up the clothes they bought me and walk out the door now that I’ve got a job and some savings.
I bite down on my bottom lip, my heart thudding.
Straddling Ryker’s lap with a cock up my ass isn’t the ideal setting for making a major life decision. But the truth is, I don’t really need to think about it. I don’t need a pro and con list.
A month ago, I was shivering on a dirty piece of cardboard in an alley behind a restaurant, terrified and alone, convinced my life was over before it started.
I didn’t know I could crave men like this.
I had no idea my body could respond to getting fucked with such desperate, hungry need.
I never could’ve predicted I’d end up on my knees, eagerly swallowing cum and begging for more.
More than the sex, though, I didn’t know I could feel so safe. So fiercely wanted. So taken care of.
The thought of leaving this apartment, of walking away from Aiden’s playful teasing, Ash’s gentle guidance, and Ryker’s demanding dominance, makes my chest ache with sickening dread.
Going back to being alone sounds like a nightmare.
I don’t want to go find my own tiny, lonely apartment.
I don’t want to date other people. I just want to stay here.
This is where I belong. I belong on my knees for them. I belong in their beds, wearing their marks, letting them use me however they please.
I shake my head, blowing out a shaky breath as I stare back at them.
I look at Ash first. His warm brown eyes are so patient, giving me the space to figure myself out without pushing. Then I turn my head to look at Aiden. He’s leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, his usual teasing smirk replaced by open vulnerability. He wants this. He wants me here.
Finally, my gaze drops back down to Ryker. He’s still holding my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, jaw tight.
“I’d like to stay,” I say, raspy and quiet. I clear my throat and try again, louder this time. “I want to stay. I’d like to be yours, if that’s what you want.”
The room seems to turn over. The guarded tension bleeds away from Ryker’s face, his shoulders dropping as he lets out a breath. Aiden lets out a sound between a sigh and a laugh, a wide, gorgeous grin breaking across his handsome features.
Ash leans in first. He cups my jaw, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone, and kisses me with a slow, melting kiss. His tongue slips past my teeth, tasting me, claiming me softly.
“We’re more than happy to have you, sweetheart,” Ash murmurs against my mouth, his breath warm on my lips. “You belong here.”
Aiden crowds in on my other side, wrapping a warm arm around my bare shoulders. He presses a loud, sloppy kiss to my temple, his stubble brushing my cheek. “You’re ours, baby,” Aiden says, his voice buzzing with excitement. “Don’t think we’d ever let you pack up and leave anyway.”
I let out a wet laugh, a few stray tears spilling over my lashes.
I wipe them away quickly and look down at Ryker.
The guarded look is gone, in it’s place is that familiar, arrogant smirk I’ve come to crave.
His hands tighten their grip on my waist, his thumbs digging into the hollows of my hips.
He rolls his pelvis up, driving his stiff cock a bit deeper into my ruined, sensitive hole. I gasp, my back arching.
“You’re not going anywhere but on this cock,” Ryker growls, sending fresh heat through my blood.
I grin as I sag against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, burying my nose in his collarbone.
They swarm me then. Hands are everywhere.
Ash is stroking my hair, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder.
Aiden’s palm slides down my spine, tracing the curve of my ass before gripping my thigh.
Ryker’s chest rises and falls against mine, his heartbeat steady and strong.
I’m surrounded by them, boxed in by heat and muscle and affection, and it feels so damn good.
My body hums with the aftermath of a dozen orgasms, soaked in their scent.
“Alright,” Ryker says, slapping my ass cheek with a sharp crack that makes me yelp. “I think our rent boy could use a hot bath.”
Before I can figure out what he means or how we’re going to maneuver off the couch, Ryker is already moving.
He grabs the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up as he shifts his footing.
My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, my ankles crossing behind his back.
I let out a loud moan as he stands up, lifting me into the air without pulling out.
His cock slides deeper, filling me up to the base, taking my full weight as I bounce against his groin.
“Hold on,” Ryker commands, adjusting his grip under my ass.
I cling to him like a monkey, my arms banded tight around his neck.
The feeling of being carried while impaled on him is dizzying.
Every step he takes jars his hard length inside my ass, sending pleasure up my spine.
I bury my burning face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, whining softly with every jostling movement.
Ryker carries me out of the living room, heading down the hall toward his master bathroom.
I hear Ash and Aiden trailing behind us, their footsteps sounding on the hardwood.
They’re joking with each other, Aiden laughing about how ruined I’m going to be by tomorrow morning, Ash chiming in to say he gets to wash my hair.
Their voices echo in the hallway, filling the penthouse with chaotic noise.
“He’s leaking all over your stomach,” Aiden teases from a few steps back, stepping up to pinch my hip. “He’s making a mess.”
“I don’t care,” Ryker tosses over his shoulder, adjusting me higher on his waist. “He’s our mess to clean up now.”
“We’ll need the good bath salts for him,” Ash suggests, his voice drifting past my ear as he steps up alongside us. “He likes that.”
“I’m grabbing the loofah,” Aiden adds, slipping past Ryker to push the bathroom door open for us. “I get to scrub his back. You two did enough damage today.”
I let out another breathless laugh, the sound muffled against Ryker’s skin. My hole pulses around his cock with every step, slick with lube and cum, the squelching noise loud enough for all of them to hear. I don’t feel embarrassed about it anymore though. I just feel wanted.
I close my eyes, resting my cheek against Ryker’s pulse point. My mind drifts back to that freezing night in the city, alone, certain that nobody in the world cared if I lived or died. I had no prospects, no friends, nowhere to go. My own parents threw me out like trash.
Now I have a job, a place to call home, and three men who want to use my body and hold me afterward and shower me with their own versions of affection. I tuck myself closer to Ryker, feeling a deep, a sense of safety washing over me. I’m sure I made the best choice of my life.