22. Bianca
BIANCA
The bedroom door has been half open since this morning. The bed is unmade. The duvet is pushed to one side from where I climbed out of it before sunrise.
I stop at the foot of the bed and turn around. All three of them are in the doorway.
Theo is on the right, in the dark jeans he flew up in. Gideon is in the middle, in sweatpants and bare feet. Ander is on the left, hoodie pushed up his forearms, baseball cap turned around backward.
I’m barefoot in Gideon’s shirt, with nothing underneath.
“So,” I start.
Ander grins. “Did you bring us in here to talk?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Gideon is the one who speaks. “What’s the idea, Bianca?”
I tuck my hair behind my ear. “The idea is all three of you. Right now. Together.”
Ander moves first. He pushes off the doorframe, walks straight to me, and his hands come up to my face.
“That,” he says, with his lips an inch from mine, “is exactly what I want to do.”
He turns my chin up to him, and his thumb traces my bottom lip.
A grin forms on his lips, then he turns my shoulders so I’m facing the other two.
Theo is the next to come to me. He crosses the room in three steps, and his hand comes up to my jaw, and he kisses me, his other hand finding the small of my back through the cotton of Gideon’s shirt.
Ander is behind me now, his front to my spine, his chin at my shoulder.
“Look at her,” Ander says, low, to Theo. “She’s so fucking hot when you kiss her.”
Theo lifts his mouth half an inch. His eyes land on mine. I’m the one who pulls him back in.
Gideon is the last to come to me. He comes to my left side and stops with his hip beside mine. He doesn’t touch me yet. Instead, he waits until Theo breaks the kiss. Then he turns my face toward him with two fingers under my chin.
I lift up on my toes and kiss him.
His mouth opens against mine. His hand slides into my hair, his fingers close, and he positions my head exactly where he wants it. The kiss goes from soft to consuming in the space of one breath. I am being kissed by Gideon and held by Ander and looked at by Theo all at the same time.
“The shirt,” Ander says, against my neck. “Get the shirt off her, Gideon.”
Gideon’s hands find the hem, and he pulls it up. I lift my arms, and the cotton slides off over my head and lands somewhere on the floor.
I’m naked in a room with three men, whom I love.
Three pairs of eyes drop down the length of me at once, and the heat that rises in my cheeks goes everywhere else after.
“My brothers are going to lick and fuck all of your pretty pink parts,” Ander breathes out behind me. “Would you like that, baby?”
I don’t have words, but I nod.
His hands come around to my front. Both of them. He cups my breasts in his palms from behind, and his chin drops to my shoulder.
Theo’s mouth is on my collarbone. Gideon’s hand is on my hip.
Ander’s thumbs drag across my nipples once. Goosebumps spread across every inch of my skin.
“There we go,” Ander coos. “Theo. The bed. Put our girl on the bed.”
Theo lifts me. One arm under my knees, one at my back. My arm goes around his neck on reflex. He carries me four steps and lays me down with my hair fanning out behind me, and he doesn’t climb up after me.
He stands at the foot of the bed.
So does Ander.
So does Gideon.
And then Ander orchestrates. “Theo, you’re between her thighs. Gideon, you’re at her mouth. I’m here.” He drags the upholstered chair from the corner to the foot of the bed without looking away from me, and he sits down in it, and he leans back, and his knees fall open wide.
Theo’s hand is already at his belt. He doesn’t look at his brother. He looks at me.
“Yes?” he asks me.
“Yes.”
His shirt comes off. His belt comes off. His jeans drop. He kicks them aside and climbs up onto the bed on his knees, and he settles between my thighs, and his palms slide up the insides of them from my knees to my hips, slow.
Gideon pushes his sweatpants down and steps out of them, and then he is on the bed too, on his knees up by my head. His hand comes down to my hair, and he combs it back from my face with two fingers.
Ander, fully clothed, leans forward in the chair with his elbows on his knees.
“Theo.” He is grinning. “Open her up. Show me.”
Theo’s hands push my thighs wide. Cool air on the wet of me. My hips lift half an inch off the bed on their own.
Ander breathes out in the chair. “Look at her soaked cunt, brother. Looks good enough to eat.”
Theo lowers his mouth.
The drag of his tongue through me is unhurried. He starts at the bottom, and he licks all the way up, and a moan breaks out of me loud enough to fill the room.
Gideon’s hand tightens in my hair the smallest amount.
Gideon brings my chin to him. He kisses me. Open. Deep. His tongue is in my mouth, and Theo’s tongue is on my clit, and I am being kissed from both ends at once.
“Yes,” Ander says, in the chair. “Like that. Kiss her, Gideon. She likes it when you take her mouth.”
Gideon doesn’t stop.
His mouth is hot. His hand is at the back of my neck now, fingers laced through my hair, holding me where he wants me. The kiss is unhurried in a way that is its own kind of cruelty. I’m moaning into his mouth, and he is swallowing every sound.
Theo’s tongue finds a rhythm.
Flat. Broad. Slow circles, then narrow, then flat again. His arm hooks over my left thigh, holding it open. His other hand comes up to my hip, anchoring me down to the mattress.
Ander gives orders from the chair. “Theo, ease off her clit. Tease her. She’s not ready to come yet.”
Theo eases off.
Ander keeps talking. “There you go, baby. Let him work for it. You taste so fucking good, don’t you? Theo, tell me how she tastes.”
Theo eases his mouth off from me a fraction. His chin and mouth are wet. He doesn’t look at Ander. He looks up the length of my body at my face.
“She tastes like every fucking thing I have ever wanted.”
A whimper escapes me.
Gideon’s mouth comes off mine. He drops his forehead to mine. His breath is uneven on my lips.
“Gideon,” I say. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
His lips crash back to mine.
Theo’s tongue teases. Theo’s tongue presses flat. Theo’s tongue tightens.
His mouth closes on me and sucks, and my back arches off the bed in one long curve, and Gideon’s hand at the back of my neck holds me through it.
Ander is in the chair, and he’s breathing harder. “Two fingers, Theo. Stretch her. Get her ready for your big dick.”
Theo lifts his mouth long enough to push two fingers into me, and the stretch makes me bite down on Gideon’s bottom lip.
Gideon laughs against my mouth. Not a sound I hear from him often.
“Did she bite you, Gideon?” The grin is in Ander’s words. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
The question could be directed at Gideon or me. Regardless, both answers would be yes.
Theo curls his fingers, and his mouth comes back down on my clit, and the rhythm he sets is exact and merciless, and I am not going to last.
“She’s close,” Ander says. “Theo, listen to her. She’s gonna come on your tongue. Don’t ease up.”
Theo picks up his pace.
Gideon’s mouth is at my throat now, then he moves back to my mouth. His hand has moved from my hair to my jaw, and his thumb is at my bottom lip, and he is making me look at him.
“Eyes on me,” Gideon says against my mouth. “When you come.”
I can’t answer.
Theo’s tongue circles, his finger curls.
Ander, from his chair, is breathing in time with me without trying. The heat that has been climbing up through my hips locks into a point at the base of my spine and holds.
“Now, baby,” Ander says, low. “Let go for him.”
I break.
It rolls up out of me from the bottom of my stomach, across my ribs, and back down through my thighs and into my toes.
Theo’s tongue coaxes out waves of electrifying sensations.
His fingers stay curled inside me, milking the pulse of it.
Gideon’s mouth is on mine, and his hand has gone to the side of my throat, his thumb against my pulse.
My orgasm doesn’t ease fast.
It rolls in smaller waves, and Theo licks and fingers me through every one. When I’m calm at last, he lifts his head.
His mouth is wet, and he’s grinning, obviously proud of what he accomplished.
Ander slow claps. “Beautiful. Theo, I’m proud of you. That was art.”
Theo laughs.
I drag my hand over my face. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t oh-my-God me, baby.” Ander is already standing up out of the chair. “We’re not done. Up. On your hands and knees.”
I drag my hand off my face. “Bossy.”
“Yep.”
Theo moves off the bed. Gideon stays where he is. I roll onto my stomach and push up onto my hands and knees, hair falling forward into my face. The cool air moves across the wet of my center, and I relish the sensation.
Behind me, Theo strips out of his boxer briefs.
In front of me, Gideon is already on his knees on the bed. He’s naked, hard, and looking at me with a feral expression.
Ander moves to the side of the bed, half-leaning on the nightstand, arms folded across his chest.
Theo’s hands come to my hips. The head of his cock drags through the wet of me, slow, once. He nudges in.
I gasp into the duvet.
Ander’s words come from the side. “Bianca, baby, look at Gideon. Open your mouth for him.”
I lift my head.
Gideon is on his knees in front of me, one hand already gone into my hair. His cock is in his other hand, the base of it. He is looking down at me with the most undone face he’s ever given me.
I want the taste and feel of him on my tongue. I open my mouth.
Theo pushes into me from behind at the same time that Gideon slides into my mouth from the front.
The stretch of both at once is its own kind of overwhelming, and a whimper vibrates out of me around Gideon.
Theo curses behind me, and Gideon’s hand fists in my hair.
“Fuck,” Theo bites out. “Your pussy is perfect.”
From my peripheral vision, I watch Ander strip from beside the bed, fisting his length in his hand. “Look at our girl. Taking both of your cocks like she was made for this.”
Theo breathes out. He pulls back half an inch, then he sinks into me again, deeper this time, and his hands at my hips lock.