Chapter Eleven #3
Brooks kicks Brody’s legs open before grabbing a small bottle from a ledge. We watch as he drips it over his hard cock. Oh god.
“Do you want us to fuck you like that?” Wells grits out as his hand covers my throat. “To fill you up until you beg to come?”
My body is more awake than it’s ever been. But I don’t feel overwhelmed. I feel alive.
“Yes,” I answer immediately. “I want that. Please.”
As I say it, Brody groans, his fingers closing into fists. They’re fucking. Brooks grips his shoulder, biting his neck, before pulling Brody’s hair, forcing his throat to be exposed.
It’s sexual and passionate. And the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck me like that, Wells,” I breathe out. “Right now.”
He growls deeply against my skin before he shakes his head.
“You can’t have one of us until you have all of us.”
There’s a beat of silence before he rocks me with his dirty mouth.
“I want my cock inside you, stretching that needy pussy, while Brody fucks your ass and Brooks is down your throat.”
My eyes momentarily roll back into my head, and I hear him grunt. But my body’s taken over. It’s climbing and climbing as fantasy and reality join forces.
“That’s it,” he coaxes, suddenly touching me everywhere. “Oh fuck,” he breathes out heavily, sounding out of breath.
My lashes flutter open, realizing he’s rubbing himself over me. Wells came from watching us. His cum smears over my tits and my stomach, even mixing with my own fingers as I fuck myself faster and faster.
“That’s me, Cherry,” he growls, cupping his hand over mine, letting just his fingertip dip inside my cunt.
I moan, but it’s more like a whine.
“Oh god,” I cry quietly, moving my hips, feeling as if I can’t move my hand fast enough.
Wells props himself up and locks eyes with me. “Keep your eyes on them, baby. Stay with them. Let me take care of you.”
I do.
I watch Brooks and Brody as my clit pulses, and Wells finger fucks me.
My body climbs higher than it’s ever been. And it feels like it’ll never end, but a part of me never wants it to.
I hear Wells whispering in my ear, but I don’t know what he says because my eyes are locked on Brooks’.
Because the moment Wells took over, Brooks didn’t take his eyes off me.
He’s staring into my goddamn soul as he fucks Brody faster and faster. We’re all so connected it feels like he’s fucking me. But I guess in a way he is.
I lie legs spread, tits out, facing Brooks. Wanting him to watch. Needing him to.
He keeps his eyes on mine as he takes Brody’s mouth, kissing him between grunts. I’m so locked in, I don’t even move when Brody starts jerking himself off.
Because without a doubt, in this moment, we’re a we.
I get it. I understand why we chilled. The connection was the way to sex.
“Let that pussy come. Soak my hand, Margot,” Wells rasps as I feel it happening.
It almost burns. My face morphs, my mouth unable to close, as I feel like I’m curling up inside myself.
Brooks tips his head back as Brody viciously tugs his cock.
And then, like a miracle, my body explodes into a white light.
My orgasm is guttural and deep, with my hands curled around the fabric of their blanket. Everything goes black because I squeeze my eyes shut so hard that when I open them, breathless, with sore hands, I see stars.
And see Brody and Brooks coming together.
I’m trembling, breathless, and spent. My pussy still throbs and contracts as I blink, coming down from the high.
“You’re beautiful this way,” Wells whispers, kissing me endlessly over my cheeks and neck.
The slick sounds of his fingers leaving me make me shiver before I follow the path of his soiled hand. I have to lift my head and look behind myself. But it’s worth it because I get to see Wells lick his fingers clean.
“You ate mine.” He grins. “So I eat yours.”
I don’t have any words. Especially when he adds, “And never worry about what you taste like, Margot. It’s fucking delicious.”
That’s when he kisses me.
I hear the shower cut off as he pulls away.
“We should take one,” I say.
But Wells wraps his arms around me, this time pulling the blanket over us.
“You sleep with me on you.”
I don’t get to argue because I’m held hostage by the way he says it, like it’s totally normal. And the way he snuggles me so that his arm cross-bodies my chest makes me let out a very relaxed breath.
Wells nuzzles my neck. “I’m so glad you said yes.”
Me too, I think.
The bed dips as two damp men join. Nobody says anything. They each just get close to me.
Brody’s arm slings over my waist as he rolls onto his stomach.
“Night, gorgeous.”
I open my mouth to say the same, but I’m dumbstruck. Which is probably why the smile peeking out feels permanent.
Brooks yawns out a “sweet dreams” before he crawls over Wells and kisses my lips, then adds, “You did well tonight, Stunner.”
He lies next to Wells before I feel him weave his fingers between mine, holding my hand.
It’s funny. For twenty years, I’ve heard jokes about how I hate cuddling because I run too hot. How I’d probably be happier in my own bed.
But right here, right now…this feels like heaven.