28. Millie
MILLIE
James draws me against him gently, his touch almost reverent as he turns me in Cole’s arms and guides me into him.
I can feel him smiling against me, clearly savoring the sweetness of the words I just spoke, and I reach up to lace my fingers into his hair, guiding him closer to me with even more passion.
Behind me, Cole caresses my shoulder, brushing the hair away from my neck so he can kiss me there as his body closes in around mine.
I can feel the scratch of his stubble against my skin, a delicious contrast to the deep, low throb of desire within me.
He slips his hands down to my jeans as he begins to explore my body with a need that I’ve been missing for so long.
“Mmm,” I sigh, as James parts my lips, as he pulls me back against the door, hitching me off the ground so my legs are wrapped around him.
“Hey, don’t be greedy,” Cole protests lightly. He grasps my hips, grinding himself into my butt for a moment so I can feel how hard he already is for me.
My lids flutter, half closing as I try to gather myself, and I hear Ross behind us, voice cutting in with instructions. “How long are you going to make her wait?” he demands, sounding playfully frustrated as he watches me rub myself against James, practically pleading to feel him inside of me.
I don’t care how it happens, but I need all of them, and soon—my body is pulsing with want that seems to snake into every corner of my mind.
James doesn’t need telling twice, and he slips his hand down to his pants, rubbing his palm along his erection as though intent on teasing me a little further.
“How much longer can you wait, huh?” James murmurs against my lips.
Ross draws in close to us, reaching to undo the zipper of my pants and wriggle my jeans down my legs. I brush my lips against his, communicating in every way I can that I’m ready for this. He hitches me against him, pulling me close so I have to wrap my legs around him for balance.
Behind me, Cole slips his hands over my bare ass, letting out an appreciative groan as he sinks his fingers into my skin.
“That’s my girl,” he growls against my ear, the sound of James’s zipper tugging downward making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
A moment later, I feel James’s cock nudging at my entrance, and I squeeze my thighs around him to coax him inside of me.
And thank God, he does not make me wait long, bucking his hips into me and driving his cock into my pussy in one long, steady movement. I gasp, raking my nails along his shoulders, as Cole takes hold of my hips and guides me down on top of his friend.
“You look so fucking pretty while you’re taking his cock,” Ross murmurs to me, nuzzling his mouth against my ear before he bites down lightly on the lobe, tugging on it to draw my attention back to him.
I look back at him, eyes blurry, as James moves inside of me, Cole supporting my hips to help me move into him with the passion he clearly wants from me too. My toes curl against the door, and I kiss James on the mouth, coaxing him in even deeper and silently pleading with him for more.
Cole finds a pace with my hips, sliding me up and down on James’s erection like he can’t think of anything he would rather be doing in the world.
I moan, head sinking back against him, and Ross watches the three of us from where he stands.
I reach out for him, sliding my hand down over his erection, rubbing along the outside of his pants to make sure he knows that I haven’t forgotten him.
“Jesus, you’re so wet,” James moans against my neck, as he continues to move into me, the sound of our bodies coming together lewd and lascivious and utterly, utterly perfect.
I brush my mouth over his cheek, but to my surprise, I feel Cole behind me, drawing me away from James and guiding me back toward him.
“Hey,” James protests, laughing slightly, but Cole is clearly not willing to wait any longer. I arch my back slightly, leaning back against him, and feel his cock sliding along the outside of my folds, his need for me written in every inch of his throbbing hardness.
“Right there,” he grunts against my ear, as he brings himself to my entrance—and then, in one swift motion, plunges into me. James is still holding me, but Cole is inside of me, the two men sharing me like I’m a gift they can’t wait to unwrap.
I sink my head back into Cole’s chest as he pistons himself within me, holding me steady as he fills me over and over again.
I can feel my slickness beginning to leak down the inside of my thighs, the fullness starting to get the better of me, but more than that, the knowledge that all these men want me—that they’re willing to share me, even, if it means that they get everything they want from me.
I part my lips, slipping my fingers through Ross’s belt loops to tell him silently that he’s next, and James pushes his tongue into my mouth as Cole continues to fuck me from behind.
The next few minutes are something of a blur, as James and Cole pass me back and forth between them, taking me one at a time until the sensation of their cocks within me blurs into one delicious, ever-growing rush of pleasure.
James kisses me as Cole holds me and drives himself deep inside of me, and then James takes his turn, using the angle to gaze into my eyes as he takes me over and over again.
Ross’s hand strays down to my clit after a few minutes, drawing soft circles around me until I can feel a pleasure starting to bloom to the point of no return somewhere deep within me.
“Oh,” I gasp, as Cole thrusts himself to the hilt inside of me, Ross’s fingers pressing down on my clit like he wants nothing more than to coax me over the edge and into my release.
With all their attention aimed at me, there’s nothing I can do but give in to it.
I cry out, head tipping back, a deep, throaty sound rising up from inside of me that I hardly even recognize.
Because it’s something that only they can draw out of me, something that I can only experience when their hands are on me like this.
Sharing me, as though they want nothing more than for me to feel every inch of pleasure that I deserve, and are willing to do anything in their power to make it happen.
My body clenches around Cole’s cock and I spasm on top of him, grasping for James’s arms to steady myself as the pleasure courses through me.
Cole groans, stilling himself and just letting the tugging of my muscles around his length take him over the edge.
His seed fills me, marks me, claims me, but it’s not enough.
I need all of them. I crave it like something feral, like something that rises from somewhere inside of me I can hardly recognize.
I won’t settle for anything less than all of them.
The wind is knocked out of me, the orgasm leaving nothing left in me but the intensity of my pleasure, and I can hardly take it in as Cole draws back and James replaces him inside my throbbing, pulsating slit.
He mutters a curse under his breath as he slips into me again, my slickness making it impossible for him to hold back.
It only takes a few thrusts before he reaches his own release, adding to the flood of heat within me, and I gaze at him, head spinning as I drink in the expression of pure desire on his face.
I can feel his body threatening to give out, his muscles tired from the exertion of keeping me upright, and I brush his lips with mine, smiling sweetly as I feel his seed enter the deepest parts of me.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Ross growls. He draws me into his arms, carrying me back to the couch and sinking me down on top of his lap.
He’s already rock-hard beneath his jeans, a stain of pre-cum on the fabric, and he swiftly unsheathes himself and pulls my legs to either side of him so he can fuck me properly.
Aiming himself at my pussy, he tugs me down on top of him, leaning back to watch as my slickness envelops him for the first time in way too long.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, as James and Cole stagger to the couches around us, taking their seats to watch for the grand finale.
I’m already dizzy with lust and desire, and a surge of energy runs through me, knowing that I have all these men right where I want them.
I clasp Ross’s face in my hands as I ride him, my body responding to his thickness in a matter of moments, a sheer, helpless lust circling around me as the last orgasm fades and the next begins to take shape.
And Ross does not hold back, hands on my waist, pulling me down onto him again and again like it’s the most important thing in the world right now.
I press my forehead to his, this man, these men who have shown me so much love and passion and a connection I didn’t think was possible with one person, let alone three.
My instincts take control as I ride him, reading every crease and moment of tension on his face as I rush toward the edge…
He finishes first, driving himself up and into me one last time and letting out a guttural noise from somewhere deep in his chest. I watch as his face registers the pleasure, tipping back on the couch as he finishes inside me, and it’s that feeling that drives me into my own orgasm, a slower, softer, deeper one than before.
I sink my full weight down on top of him as he winds his arms around me, and as he holds me there, I’m filled with a feeling of such certainty that I’m not sure I have ever experienced before.
Slowly, I lift my head from Ross’s shoulder, easing myself off of him and into his lap, and gesture for Cole and James to join us.
I know I need to get dressed, clean myself up, actually have a full-blown conversation about everything that has just happened.
But right now, there’s nothing more that I want in the world than to just be with them, to savor the sweetness of this moment together.
I look between them, Cole, James, and Ross, the men who I met all those years ago, the men who have given me more than I could ever have imagined.
First, my son, and now more children—but on top of that, a life, a chance, a hope that I won’t be fighting just to keep my head above water for as long as Lewis is still sick.
“I love you all so much,” I whisper.
Ross squeezes me closer. “I love you too.”
“And so do I,” James replies, squeezing my knee.
“Me three,” Cole adds, and I feel a smile curl my lips upward.
All these men, all this time, and they have finally found their way back to me.
Where they belong.