26. Leah
Leah
Quincy’s jaw is hanging wide-open on the couch across from us. Parker and Grady are at my sides, each holding a hand. We’ve just finished telling them everything.
Warren is equally speechless, but it’s more subtle—shoulders pulled tight, breathing slowed to a crawl.
I only know one way to ease their minds. So I extract myself from the men keeping me in one piece and sit between them. Only, instead of letting awkwardness take over, I grab Warren by the chin, pressing our lips together.
His hand immediately moves to the back of my neck, drawing me closer. He claims me like he’s finally coming to his senses, letting the words we’ve bombarded him with process.
When we separate, his eyes never leave mine, glimmering brighter than ever. “You mean it? Are we really welcome to join you guys? We can get out?” His attention finally drifts from me to the other couch where Parker and Grady sit, smiling softly.
“Of course,” I murmur as they nod in agreement.
When I turn to Quincy, he’s ready, burning alive with anticipation.
I could keep him waiting, make him beg for it, but now isn’t the time.
So, I let him pull me in, shifting me to straddle him.
Our mouths collide with eagerness, bodies seeking one another with a need for connection.
Warmth blooms in my core as his hands travel to my ass.
Before we go too far, I pull back, running my fingers through his wavy red locks.
“You’re going to change our lives. I… I don’t know how to thank you,” he whispers, as if he owes me anything more than his presence.
“She loves orgasms,” Parker speaks up, voice gravelly.
My first instinct is to scold him for being ridiculous, but I’m not given the chance. My thoughts stop when Quincy quirks a brow, pressing his very ready cock against me. “Is that so? Because, for months, we’ve wanted to hear you break for us.”
Well then.
I grind into him, unable to resist the friction. My panties are a pathetic excuse for a barrier, and the thin pajamas he’s wearing do nothing to mask his size.
Is this whole family part horse?
“If this is happening… do we need to discuss rules?” Warren asks, squirming next to us.
Based on the bulge he’s sporting, he’s not completely uncomfortable. It’s obvious he wants this as much as I do. Parker and Grady are watching intently with looks that could melt steel, which I’m not surprised by in the slightest.
Parker leisurely strokes Grady through his sweats, unashamed. “We can talk about everything later. Right now, the only thing that matters is making sure our girl gets off. So, if we’re all in agreement, please fuck her, Q.”
“Oh shit,” Warren whispers as his brother slides my panties to the side, fingers grazing my pussy.
Needy, I whimper, lifting myself enough to let him shimmy out of his pants. His forehead falls against my shoulder as I reach between us to grip him.
“Fuck,” he growls, rubbing my clit. “I’ve dreamed of you so many times.” Thrusting into my hand, his teeth graze my jaw.
“Warren,” I moan, turning my attention to him as Quincy throbs, heavy in my grasp. “Pants off, let me see you too.”
He pauses, still uncertain of the situation. His attention shifts across from us. Parker and Grady are fully undressed, rock-hard, stroking themselves slowly.
“You’re gonna see a lot of our cocks if you’re in this. If not, we’ll see you in a couple of hours.” Parker tilts his head to the door, making his point clear.
“War,” I gasp as Quincy slips his fingers inside of me. “Please? I want you too.” I trace the outline of his cock, and his apprehension dissolves at the contact.
“Fuck it.” Mind made up, he sheds his pants.
Thick and veiny, he twitches when my fingers wrap around him. My breath catches as I skim over the trail of barbells along the underside of his shaft—four in total.
“Freaky enough for a pierced cock, but too shy to show it off? Shame,” Parker prods, breath coming out strained.
“H-hey,” Grady speaks up with a warning scowl.
“What? If you’re packing like that, be proud. Fuck I can only imagine how they feel.” Parker’s eyes flutter. “Hulk, will you pierce yours for me?”
“N-no. Fuck W-Warren instead,” Grady answers, shaking his head.
Well then, that answers one of my questions.
“No fun.” Parker pouts, leaning in to kiss Grady. Their little bickering match dies the instant their lips meet. They stroke each other while their tongues mingle.
“Wow,” Quincy breathes out, watching over my shoulder. His fingers have stopped moving, entranced by the show.
“Yeah, they’re hot together,” I murmur against him, squeezing Warren. “Please fill me up, somebody, anybody, I don’t care. You can’t just surround me with hot, naked men not let me come for at least one of you.”
“If I lie down, you can ride me, and War can take your ass. I love feeling his piercings when we share women like that,” Quincy suggests.
I hop off of him so fast the room echoes with chuckles. There’s no way I’m going to pass that up.
Quincy watches my every move as he shifts onto his back.
My panties fall to the floor, and he grips my waist as I line myself up.
I’m soaked and ready, but he’s thick, rivaling Grady.
With the first inch, I know I’m a goner.
His flushed cheeks and the stretch alone could make me fall in love.
But when he whimpers my name? Deal sealed.
“You’re so much better than I imagined. God, we’re lucky,” he whispers against my lips.
I bottom out, moaning as he immediately thrusts, pressing deeper than I thought possible. “War, please get inside me,” I beg, riding his brother with slow, delicious intent.
Nearly a breath later, he’s kneeling behind me. “Is this what you want, you filthy, filthy girl?” he growls in my ear and the air in the room shifts.
Maybe it’s just the air in my lungs?
I don’t know because I’m too fucking feral to understand. But his tone? Oh, it does inexplicable things to me. I clench around Quincy, and he hisses, pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of Grady’s shirt.
The next thing I know, the crack of Warren’s palm hitting my ass fills the room, echoing off the walls. My eyes water, pussy throbbing from the pain as it turns to pleasure.
Parker and Grady go still, waiting for a reaction I can’t give.
“Do you want me to fuck this tight little ass until you break? Tell me.” Warren grips my hip, burying a finger to the knuckle.
All I can manage is a needy whine. The sensations flooding my body have stolen my breath.
“Answer him, you won’t like the consequences if you don’t,” Quincy grunts out below me, thrusting steadily.
“P-please,” I whimper.
Parker moans from across the room as Warren presses another finger into me, getting me ready for him, for this whole experience.
“Mmmm, fuck. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve soaked my sheets in cum thinking about this perfect ass?” Warren spits on his cock, lining up.
I go still beneath him, letting my body relax, moaning as he eases in. Inch by inch, he brings me to new, exquisite limits, piercings hitting spots I never knew existed.
Quincy can definitely feel them, too, based on the way his eyes are rolling. Pinned between them, enduring such sweet torture, my needy pleas grow incoherent, maddened by the pleasure.
“Such a cock slut, aren’t you? I bet you’d like another one, too.” Warren buries himself in me, and my vision blurs. Sensations come to life that make no sense, yet here I am. “Yeah, you do. Make Quincy share that needy little pussy.”
“I-I don’t know how that would work,” I breathe out between my moans as they pump into me.
“But you want it, don’t you? Say the word. You can take Parker, too, like a good girl. Let us break you.” Warren grits, slamming into me.
“Yes,” I cry out, tears welling in my eyes as he wraps my hair around his fist.
Death by dick sounds fantastic.
Warren hisses, yanking my head back. “Of course you do. Fuck you’re our perfect little whore. Parker, come here.”
With a guttural moan, he obeys, practically crawling across the room—Grady hot on his heels.
Warren pulls out, helping coordinate their positions.
Quincy tilts his hips so Parker can begin stretching me with his fingers. “Oh fuck, I can’t wait to feel your cock against mine,” he grits out.
“Sounds like someone is a naughty boy,” Parker teases, fitting another finger inside.
“Not to rush this, but I’d like to make her scream for us,” Warren says with an impatient edge.
Parker, unable to help himself, winks at him. “Yes, Boss.”
I see stars when he slides inside, one perfect inch at a time. Once he’s fully seated, Quincy lets out a shuddering breath as my body squeezes them tightly together. Blissful tears stream down my face, eyes rolling back
“Look at you,” Parker says against my shoulder, thrusting until he’s so deep I question my sanity.
Warren groans, shifting until he’s practically squatting above me, nearly sitting in Parker’s lap. Every nerve in my body lights up when he slowly slides back into my ass. Together, the three of them do things I’d never thought possible.
Through the haze of ecstasy, my gaze lands on Grady. He wipes my tears and bends down, stealing a heated kiss before offering me his cock, completely indifferent to Quincy moaning below me.
He’s not demanding, not even expecting me to take it. But the tenderness in his eyes, how gently he strokes my cheek, grounds me in an impossible way. Overcome with sensations, I’m more dick than woman at the moment, so what difference would a fourth make?
I rock back onto the three men currently ravaging me, and open my mouth for him.
A chorus of rough groans fills the room as Grady feeds me every delicious inch, agonizingly slow, as if he’s afraid to be the one who breaks me.
His head rolls back and he moans when I whimper around him, choking and half delusional.
Parker slips his hand around my front, between my body and Quincy’s. His fingers find my clit with ease. Slow, intentional circles pull at the tension in my core,