Chapter 27 #2
“Fuck, that feels good,” I manage, my mouth falling open the second his finger slips inside me.
Zeke chuckles, and I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. “That’s because I know exactly how you like to be played with.”
I look up, and Roman and Addie are kissing. She’s stroking his cock, teasing him while he moans into her mouth.
“You ready for me, wild boy?”
“Hell yes.” I gasp, and the second he replaces his fingers with his cock, my eyes roll so far back I might see God—or the devil, not that I care because if this is hell, then chain me up. “Fuuuck—”
Roman’s tight around me, every muscle clenching, while I fuck into him.
Zeke’s trying to rearrange my entire existence, and it’s working because I’m pretty sure my soul’s about to leave my body.
And then there’s Addison—she’s a masterpiece—naked, spread, wet, and gorgeous, put on display for us like the filthy dream she is.
She watches all of us with her pouty lips slightly open and eyes wide, like this is the best day of her life.
But she’s not just watching us; she’s feeling us.
Every kiss she gives Roman.
Every time she strokes him.
Every sound that leaves my mouth when Zeke nails that spot that makes me almost black out.
It’s overwhelming in the best possible way. Filling Rome. Getting fucked by Zeke. Watching our girl melt between us. Yeah, this is it. I’ve peaked. I’ve fucking ascended. If I died right now, face down and fucked stupid, between the people I love, so be it.
Best death, best life, no question.
Zeke and I find a rhythm, and Jesus Christ, I’m not gonna last. I’m already holding on by a thread, and it’s fraying fast.
Addie’s dragging her tongue along the ink on Roman’s chest while she pumps his cock in her fist, but he’s watching me now—his eyes dark, and when he nods once, that’s it.
That’s him handing everything over.
That’s him telling me not to hold back.
I start to thrust roughly, pounding into him. Zeke’s behind me, railing me like he owns me. His hands dig into my shoulders so hard they’ll bruise, and he’s grunting like an animal right against my spine.
“Jesus, baby, suck me into that pretty little mouth…” Roman begs, and watching the way Addie fucks her mouth down on him, and the way his cock disappears between her lips while I’m balls deep in him, has me on the verge of losing it.
“I’m close… Fuck, I can’t…” I pant.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Zeke growls from behind me. “You hold it.”
Roman’s hands are in Addie’s hair, guiding her. His face is etched in pleasure—lips parted, brows drawn tight, eyes hooded—and I can’t look away.
“Zeke,” I moan, “Fuck—you’re fucking me so good. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.” Zeke slams into me roughly, his hips slapping against my ass with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs. It punches me forward and makes me fuck Roman even harder.
“Addie, baby—” Roman gasps, his breath breaking.
She groans around his cock, and I feel the exact second he starts to come down her throat.
His ass clenches around me like a damn vice, and that’s it—that’s my undoing.
Pleasure rips through me like lightning, and I go rigid, roaring my release into Roman’s body.
I’m coming inside him for the first time, and fuck…
“Fuck, I can feel you,” he chokes out.
Yeah, you fucking can.
“God—this ass. So tight. So perfect,” Zeke hisses behind me, and then he’s gone—thrusting into me one last time, his hips stuttering as he fills me up.
None of us move, not for a long time. We’re breathing heavily, our bodies are shaking, and we’re all skin stuck to skin.
“I think I’m dead. Am I dead? Is this heaven?
Because I swear I just had a spiritual experience.
” Zeke just chuckles, kissing his way up my neck, whispering, “I love you,” under his breath before finally pulling out of me.
I slide out of Roman, but hell if I don’t keep his legs spread, just to watch myself leak out of his ass.
“That’s so fucking hot… You know you’re mine now, right?
My cum’s dripping out of your ass. I’ve marked you. ”
Roman just groans, limp and utterly spent, his head turned against the pillow with a blissed-out smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
Zeke sprawls out beside us and kisses each of us in turn. “Until later, when it’s my cum filling your ass instead.”
Addie collapses next to me, her hand draped lazily across my chest. “Can I just watch that?”
I pull her closer, brushing her golden hair out of her face. “How about you sit in my lap and we both watch Zeke fuck him while I play with you.”
She hums in agreement, and her lips find mine.
“Not yet, please. I’ve been thoroughly fucked, and for someone new to this, I think I need a little recovery time.” He laughs, and we all end up a naked heap on the bed.
I glance around the room, taking in the Christmas decorations—tinsel hanging a little crooked, lights blinking, and the scent of pine lingering beneath the unmistakable smell of sex.
Michael Bublé’s voice drifts from the forgotten playlist in the background, which is a little too cheerful considering we all just got fucked into next year. But somehow… it fits.
I’m curled up between the three people who are, without question, my everything. My body’s sore in all the best ways, the sheets are damp, and despite the chaos, or maybe because of it, I’ve never felt more whole.
This love isn’t fragile. It’s fierce. It’s honest, and it’s loud. It’s built from bruised lips and whispered words of adoration, along with the kind of trust that only comes from being fully seen and chosen anyway.
We’ll fight, tease, and keep each other on edge, but we’ll also keep choosing this over and over again every Christmas morning and every day in between.
Because this is ours, this is home, and this is our forever.