Chapter 42 Avery
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Avery
I expected both of them to collapse down next to me, but that’s not what happened at all. Mateo’s hands smoothed up and down my back, and he murmured something to Levi I didn’t catch because I’d been launched out of earth’s orbit by my orgasm.
I couldn’t even remember my name.
I breathed deep, inhaling the scent of Mateo. His blankets were soft. I wanted to roll around in them and burrow deep and dream about the three of us.
Calloused fingers continued to shove his cum back inside me. I groaned, all of my nerve endings prickling back to life. My boots were tugged off, more murmuring. What the hell were they even saying?
I felt something around my ankles and groaned, pushing my ass back. Slowly, but surely, my pussy was pulsing back to life as they continued to move me and tease me how they wanted.
“I think she’s out,” Levi chuckled.
“She’ll come back around. I think she’s hornier than both of us combined.”
“Fuck both of you,” I mumbled with a smile. They weren’t wrong though, I was insatiable.
Levi pushed his fingers deeper and I gasped as he pumped them slowly. I tried to move my ankles, and then realized they were firmly spread.
I finally peeled my face from the mattress and looked over my shoulder, seeing the spreader bar. Mateo knelt at the edge of the bed, his eyes dark and full of sexy promise, a riding crop in one hand and his cock in the other.
Levi rolled me over onto my back and drew my hands above my head. I looked down at his cock, realizing he was still hard and still hadn’t come yet. He pinned my wrists down with one hand and looked back at Mateo.
“What are you going to do to me?” I taunted.
“Whatever I want to.”
“Do your worst, if you dare.” This was turning me on more than I thought possible. Then again, my mind had been running off fantasy fumes for years at this point, and now that I was actually getting to have kinky sex—I was loving it. “I doubt you’d even leave a mark.”
“You’re such a brat,” Levi chuckled, his weight keeping me in place.
“I already know you want to remember this moment,” Mateo said.
The mustache only made him hotter, like a deviously sexy villain. Hot and flirty and someone I trusted explicitly.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
That earned me the first strike from the riding crop. It was quick and at the top of my thigh. I gasped as the sting of it registered, pain followed by . . .
A rush of endorphins. My nipples hardened, my eyes widening as Mateo rubbed the spot he’d just hit with the flat of the crop. The leather was cool and almost soothing.
The anticipation was driving me insane.
Mateo shook his head at me. “Hold her down.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Levi smirked. I started to squirm beneath him as Mateo inched closer. I eyed the riding crop nervously, but it was the horny kind of nervous. The curious kind of nervous.
The riding crop dragged down my leg. I whimpered as Mateo grabbed hold of the spreader bar before I could twist, keeping me in place as he brought the crop down.
“Fuck.” My eyes closed, a moan following. It hurt. It really fucking hurt, but it also felt so good that I was turned on all over again.
When I looked at Mateo again, I was in awe. There was a darkness in his gaze that was swallowing me whole. A lusty, depraved need to own me. To have me.
He could have it all.
I trusted him. I trusted Levi. They were both the kind of men I’d leave my drink with in a bar or I’d ask to drive me home. They were both someone I could trust to leave bruises on my body and still treat me like a queen. Both of them worshiped the ground I walked on, and knowing that . . .
Knowing that made this even hotter.
Mateo smacked my other thigh, the sound snapping around me. I bucked, whining as he did it again, again, again—
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Fuck you.”
Again, again, again.
“It hurts,” I cried. He hesitated, but I shook my head. God, the last thing I wanted him to do was stop. That’s why we had our safe words, right?
Again, again, again—
He pried another gasp from my lips, and Levi caught it in a kiss.
I whimpered as our tongues met, the taste of Mateo shared between us.
The pain and pleasure created the perfect shade of desire in my mind, every breath shared with him.
Every kiss all-consuming. Every stinging ache soothed by the euphoric rush pumping in my veins.
Levi’s other hand settled over my pussy, the weight surprising me. His fingers slid against my clit right as Mateo smacked my thigh again, earning a sharp cry.
“Oh god. Oh god. Fuck.”
His fingers against my clit felt so fucking good. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get away. I just had to take what they gave me.
My muscles tensed, my lungs sucking in jagged breaths as I chased the high.
My skin felt raw, every strike from the riding crop growing more and more intense until tears squeezed out the corners of my eyes.
A punchy orgasm rolled through me, quick and raw.
By the time it finished, neither of them gave me a second to recover.
“Levi,” I whimpered. “Fuck. Fuck.”
“Give us more, baby,” he whispered. “You can do it.”
“She will do it.”
I don’t know what I said to him. Something between a fuck you and more, please. Either, both, it didn’t matter because he was right—I would come again.
My hips bucked against Levi’s firm hand. The tops of my thighs burned with every delicious smack until I was shaking, another orgasm relentlessly taking me, tears rolling down my cheeks.
Levi leaned down and licked one, humming softly as he peppered kisses over my face. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful.”
I huffed out my thanks, melting into the bed as Mateo tossed the riding crop to the side and unclasped my ankles. He crawled between my legs, kissing up to the marks that were already bruising.
He pushed my thighs back and held them, my mouth dropping as he looked at my pussy.
“I want your cum inside her too,” he said to Levi.
Levi let out a soft grunt. “Is that a . . .”
“Yes. I’m going to fuck you while you fill her up.”
He blew out a long breath and nodded eagerly. “Please.”
Mateo slid off the bed and opened a drawer and Levi nestled his hips between my thighs. I reached up, winding my arms around his neck and kissing him. Savoring him.
I don’t want him to go. I blinked back tears, holding him a little tighter.
The head of his cock nudged against me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as Mateo joined us on the bed with lube and his condom. Levi kissed more tears away as he slowly eased forward.
Gentle. He was being gentle. Even after waiting to be inside me, even after the heated kinky things we’d just done—he wasn’t taking. He was giving.
“You feel so good,” I whispered.
“So do you, baby. Ah, fuck.”
His words were soft, his eyes squeezing shut. I felt Mateo’s hand on my leg, giving me a gentle pat, and I realized—Mateo was filling Levi at the same time.
“Okay?” Mateo checked in.
“Yes. More than.”
Levi knelt his forehead to mine. I could feel his cock hardening even more inside me, stretching me around him. I kissed him softly, making myself relax and enjoy the fullness of him. The connection between the three of us.
I slid my hand around his back and smiled as Mateo’s fingers tangled with mine.
Perfect. For a few moments, everything was perfect. Everything was how I wanted it to always be.
A thousand brushstrokes made a bigger picture, and every moment with Mateo and Levi painted a life together I wanted more than anything else. I wanted this to be us forever.
I could feel my heart shattering. Little breaks in slow motion, like I was watching it happen on a big screen. I knew what came next, but I couldn’t stop it, and I couldn’t look away.
Levi’s lips searched for mine and he moved his hips, taking me deeper. I groaned, letting all the sadness slip away into the pleasure that took me—deep and lazy.
Mateo moved his hips, his fingers tightening in mine as he pumped his hips, making Levi thrust his. I gasped as I felt him, felt them together.
“Oh yes,” I rasped.
He pushed my bangs out of my face, kissing me as we moved together. We took everything slow—almost painfully so. It was intimate. It was sad. It was full of longing and yearning and my ungranted wish for Monday to never come.
“I’m so close,” Levi whispered.
Mateo picked up the rhythm, the change enough to push me right where I wanted to be.
Levi groaned as I came again, my pussy wrapped around him, milking his cock. He thrust deeper and buried his face against the curve of my neck, his breaths puffing as his movements jolted.
“Fill her up,” Mateo commanded. “Give her everything. She’s earned every single drop, hasn’t she?”
“She has.” His lips grazed my skin as he pumped harder.
I moaned as Levi gasped, his movements hurrying. Faster and faster until he planted his hands beside my head and gave one last movement, burying himself deep inside me as he came.
Mateo’s groans joined Levi’s. Awe washed over me as they came together, their orgasms syncing. Mateo’s face twisted with pleasure, his head tipping back as Levi kept slowly rolling his hips. Hot cum jerked inside me until it dripped out.
“Fuck,” Levi moaned.
He drew back, the two of them rolling to either side of me. The three of us were a mess, but the right kind.
My eyes drifted shut as I basked in the afterglow of that. The tops of my thighs hurt, but the ache grounded me.
Plus, it was really hot.
Mateo planted a kiss on my cheek, his arms slinging over me. “We should all drink water.”
“We will,” I mumbled. “But it’s nice here in your arms. Don’t get up yet.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I smiled as the two of them curled closer.
For a few minutes, I was blissful. But then those pesky what ifs started up in my mind. Annoying questions about the future and things I wanted to know.
Fuck it.
“In this perfect world where the three of us don’t have secrets and where we could be together,” I started. “Would either of you want kids?”
Mateo rolled onto his side, drawing tiny circles on my hip with the tip of his finger. Levi let out a long hum, and I knew he was going to answer first.
“Yeah. In a perfect world.”
“I would too,” Mateo said. He smiled as I turned my head to look at him, his eyes dancing with . . . hope? Something inside me melted. “I’d want a big family with dogs. Hell, maybe even something weird like a bearded dragon. I want a chaotic life. I want it to be fun and full and happy.”
“The world doesn’t need to be perfect for you to have those things,” Levi murmured.
We both turned our heads to look up at him.
“Yes,” Mateo said. “But in any world—perfect or imperfect—to have those things, I’d need you here too.”
Levi’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. I breathed in the scent of his aftershave, tracing every line of his face and committing it to memory.
The soft wrinkles alongside his bright green eyes, the couple flecks of silver I’d spotted among the blond of his beard.
His thick brows and soft lips and the way he scowled.
“Both of you will be fine,” he said. “You’ll be happy together.”
I frowned at him and propped myself up. “Levi, why do you think that? Both of us want you to be in our lives, together but also separately.”
“I just mean that when I leave, the two of you will be okay,” he said. He sat up slightly, his muscles tensing, and frankly—it pissed me off how casual he was about us moving on without him.
“You don’t know that,” I said. “I don’t think I’m going to be okay. Honestly, I don’t think I want you to leave.”
“I have to. I can’t stay here.”
Mateo’s hand tightened slightly on my hip. “Maybe the three of us should talk about something else.”
“I don’t want to though,” I said, sitting up completely. Cum rushed out of me and I cursed, squeezing my thighs shut.
“Should I get a towel?” Mateo asked quickly.
“No, I don't even care right now. I’ll wash the sheets.” I narrowed my gaze on Levi as he got up without a word, grabbing a towel from the floor and handing it to Mateo.
This conversation while trying to clean up was going to send me over the edge, especially since Levi refused to look at me.
“Am I losing it? I thought you wanted to be with us. This was starting to feel like . . .”
“Like what?” The bed shifted as Levi sat on the edge and finally looked at me.
“Like a real relationship? Like we aren’t sneaking around behind your brothers’ backs?
We all know that I’m going to leave in a week without them even knowing.
I’m going to go back to Minnesota, and both of you will move on. You can have the life that Mateo—”
“In a perfect world, would you want it too?” Mateo cut in.
Levi’s words stumbled into silence. “What?”
“Answer the first question,” he said. “What would you want?”
We already knew the answer. I knew the answer. Mateo knew it.
Levi knew it too, right?
That even if he didn’t want that, he wanted this.
He swallowed hard again. His muscles tensed again. And then he just looked sad.
And didn’t say a single thing as he stood up and pulled on his T-shirt and jeans.
Mateo sighed and raked his fingers through his dark waves.
“I’m not going to beg you to move to a place like this, Levi.
I don’t think Avery will either. Neither of us planned to end up in Whynot.
Your life is still in Minnesota. You have a career.
You have everything you’ve worked for. But, if you leave next week, you should know that you always have a place with us.
You always have a home with us. No matter what. ”