17. Millie #3
“Fuck, yes,” James groans, as he finds a slow pace in my mouth, letting me get used to the feeling of this newness. I reach up, wrapping my hand around his base to steady him, and push back down against Cole, making sure the last few inches of his hardness are deep inside me.
A sudden craving runs through me, something unlike anything I’ve felt before—a demand, insistent, that I take as much of them as I can get.
I swirl my tongue around James’s head, and then pull back, turning my attention back to Ross.
I let my gaze find his as I close my lips around his head again, and the tension in his jaw tells me that I’m doing exactly what I need to be.
Cole takes hold of my hips and rolls them back down against him, building a pace that has pleasure arching through me in a matter of moments.
I can already feel the orgasm starting to stir to life in my belly, that overwhelming heat as I move between James and Ross, Ross and James, listening to the sounds they make while Cole slides himself deep into me.
I can still taste a little of the wine on my tongue, but I know even the strongest bottle of the real stuff couldn’t get me feeling the way I am now, so intoxicated and lost to the way these men want me…
And as Cole grasps my shoulders to pull me down, I feel the clench and twitch of his cock deep inside me—and then, the flood of his warmth as he comes right then and there.
He grunts loudly as he holds me there, like he’s determined to mark me with his seed, as if I could belong to anyone else.
As if these men could be anything other than everything I want, at least when it comes to this.
He holds himself there, his cock throbbing within me as he fills me with his sperm—and just as I go to pull back from James once more, I feel him twitch against my tongue, and I seal my lips around him once more.
I lock eyes with him as I feel him finish in my mouth, a playful little glint in my expression, making sure he knows just how much I want to taste him.
“Fucking hell…” he groans, running a hand through my hair, nails raking across my scalp as he reaches his release. I’m still rocking frantically against Cole, drawing the last vestiges of pleasure that I can from his spent cock as I turn my attention to Ross once again.
But I hardly reach him before the sights and sensations and sounds push him into his own release, my tongue slipping across his tip just in time to collect his seed as it spurts from his head.
I close my eyes, focusing on the way it feels, the way Cole feels as he holds himself there inside of me, making sure I’ve had my fill before he draws back.
A few seconds later, my own body finally crumples into the pleasure I’ve been waiting for, as if I’ve just been waiting to make certain that they have everything they need.
Cole wraps his arms around me as I draw my head back from Ross’s cock, and I drag in a deep, shaky breath before I slump against him right there on the couch. He’s still inside of me, and I make no move to pull back; I want him close.
I want all of them close, for that matter.
I reach for James and Ross, pulling them down onto the couch beside us, and press my face into Cole’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of him as though it’s the most important thing in the world. Right now, it is—it could be, at least.
I know there’s so much that we have to work out, so much we still need to make sense of when it comes to the four of us together like this, but it’s hard to give much of a damn about it in the delicious post-orgasmic afterglow of our union.
So many years apart, but it came to me just like I was waiting for it all along.
Maybe, on some level, I was, even if I wasn’t entirely aware of it yet.
I gently ease myself off of Cole, settling against his thighs and tangling my legs through his.
Behind me, James wraps an arm around me, and Ross draws my feet onto his lap on the other end of the couch.
Their touch now is almost sweet, a far cry from the intensity of everything we just shared, but I can’t get enough of it.
My eyes fall shut, a wave of tiredness rushing through me, and Cole chuckles slightly.
“You should get some rest…”
“Promise that you’ll stay?” I ask softly, not entirely sure who I’m directing that question to.
But when I open my eyes, I find myself looking between the three of them, and I realize that I want all of them here.
All night. I know, I know, it’s not the smartest idea, given that Lewis is in the apartment too and I will no doubt have to explain all of this to him at some point, but right now, I truly just don’t care.
“Promise,” James murmurs back to me.
And though the others don’t reply, I can tell that they’re in the same place as me right now.
No matter how much we still have to work out between the four of us, for the moment, I can’t think of anything better than just lying here with them, in their company, knowing that I have them right where I want them.
Right where I belong, after all this time.