Chapter 27 - Annika
Roscoe’s fingers tangle with mine, guiding us over to the parted sheets that lead into a space that feels far removed from the historical fiction section of my quaint, small-town bookstore.
“Slip off your shoes,” he murmurs, and for the first time I notice he’s barefoot.
They all are. How did I miss that?
After stepping out of my flip flops, we duck under the gauzy material.
The warm light shining through is bright enough to see the mounds of pillows and blankets that make the entire scene intimate and cozy.
Softness squishes under my toes, and I realize they’ve placed some kind of padding beneath the bedding strewn about.
When I start to kneel, he stops me. His hands reach for the hem of my sweater, giving me plenty of time to stop him, which I have no intention of doing.
Instead, my hands cover his and help him lift the sweater over my head.
Before I can reach for the waistband of my leggings, another set of fingers is already there, dipping below the soft material and dragging them over my ass.
“Hold up.” Carson’s fingers brush along my skin. “You mean to tell me you’ve been standing in front of us this whole time without any underwear on?”
After a shrug, I shimmy the leggings down and toe them off, then quickly remove my bra and toss it aside. “I was in a rush and couldn’t find any.”
Owen steps into the fort, his eyes trailing over my naked body. “Fuck. You’re so goddamn beautiful, Nik.”
I can feel the blush rising up my chest and into my cheeks, but I pretend like I’m a confident, adult woman and ignore it. My eyes take in the three men who are watching me with unabashed longing…while still fully clothed.
“Ya know, things are a little uneven here.”
Three wicked smiles appear just before hands start removing layers of clothing.
Piece by piece, smooth, tanned skin and muscles are revealed.
They’re works of art, each one unique and magnificent in its own way.
Owen’s defined abs. Carson’s thick thighs.
Roscoe’s ass. And those aren’t even the best parts.
Their dicks are hard and eager, with Owen’s dripping precum and Roscoe’s being lightly stroked.
Carson’s bobs as he steps forward to drop to his knees in front of me.
“I’ve waited so fucking long to do this.”
That’s all the warning I get. Large palms grab my hips as he leans in and presses a kiss right above the apex of my thighs.
He nuzzles into me with a growl, thumbs sliding lower to gently pull my lips apart.
I’m transfixed—both turned on and embarrassed at the same time.
At the first swipe of his tongue through my sex, I’m worried my knees might give out.
My hands fly to his shoulders to steady myself as my head drops back, overwhelmed by the level of sheer pleasure consuming me.
He doesn’t even seem to notice. He continues to eat me out like a contestant in a pie eating contest, and he’s determined to win.
Warm wetness engulfs one nipple, and my eyes fly open.
Owen’s mouth is suckling my breast. There’s a brief second where I wonder where Roscoe is, but then I feel a steady presence at my back.
His finger trails unhurriedly down my spine until he gets to the crack of my ass, and I’m pretty sure I’m holding my breath.
I may be slightly inexperienced, but I’ve read enough why choose romance to know a woman’s got three holes and it just so happens I’ve got just enough dick here to fill them.
“Anyone ever take you…” He dips his fingers along the crease of my ass. “Here?”
I shake my head. “No. Never.”
His breath hits my ear from behind. “Would you trust us with that first?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
His hand taps Carson’s on my thigh, and without question, the other man hooks his fingers under my knee, lifting my leg and placing it over his shoulder. The action opens me up wider for him, but before he can dive back in, Roscoe’s fingers swipe through the wetness dripping from my core.
The first brush of his finger against my ass has me sucking in a gasp, or maybe that’s thanks to Carson flicking my clit with his tongue.
Or the way Owen’s sucking and biting my nipples, leaving me needy.
Roscoe plays his finger around and around my tight back hole, and at the first press of his fingertip into my body, I tense up.
“Easy, baby girl. Let us love you the way you were always supposed to be loved.”
His words have my muscles relaxing and my body giving in to the pleasurable torment they’re brandishing like a weapon. I’m not sure I’ll ever come back from this…or if I’ll even want to.
Carson’s mouth works me over, nibbling and sucking until I’m right up to the edge. I’ve never begged in my life, but I can’t quite stop myself.
“Please, please, please. I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
He hums against my clit, the small vibration nearly setting me off.
“You heard her. Our girl needs to come.”
Accepting that as their cue, Owen takes a mouthful of my breast, suckling so hard I feel the pull all the way down in my pussy.
His large fingers knead the other one, fingers rolling my nipple between them.
Carson’s lips close around my sensitive clit just as one thick finger thrusts into me.
He pulls it out, replacing it with two. The stretch feels fucking incredible.
Roscoe grips my chin, angling my face over my shoulder for an awkward kiss that makes all points of contact feel like molten lava, burning their touches into my skin.
My hips are bucking against Carson’s mouth, soft mewling cries slipping from my lips.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come undone for us.”
No sooner does Roscoe get the last word out than he presses two thick fingers into my ass, slowly thrusting them in and out.
I’m overwhelmed with sensation, my body strung so tight that for a moment, I can’t breathe.
My body lingers on the precipice, seconds away from teetering over the edge.
With the next thrust of their fingers, I go into free fall.
Roscoe’s arm bands around my waist to keep me upright while Carson and Owen help steady me.
“God,” Owen says, his voice hoarse. “She’s stunning when she comes.”
I’ve barely come down from the high of release when Roscoe turns me around and lifts me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist, the hard length of him tapping against my ass cheeks as he walks over to a pillowed section of the fort.
With incredible strength, he manages to lay us both out along the floor, with me straddling him.
“We need you, baby girl. You ready to take all of us?”
Lifting my eyes to his face, there’s strain present in the tense muscles of his jaw and the heavy crease between his brows. Leaning over, I kiss him there as his hands slide down my ribs to my hips.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes unless you say otherwise.”
“I’m pretty sure I've been ready for y’all my whole life. Just didn’t know it until now.”
“Good. Because Owen and I have each taken firsts. Now, it’s Carson’s turn.”
Suddenly, I feel the warmth of someone kneeling behind me.
“I didn’t think there could be a prettier view,” Carson says. His eyes are locked on my ass, so I wiggle it a little. “Hell, was I wrong.”
Calloused fingers grip my chin, forcing my eyes up to meet Owen’s. “We’re gonna have you stuffed so full, there will be no doubt who you belong to. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
His sharp inhale splits the air.
“Liked that, did you?” Roscoe quips.
“Mmhmm. A little too much. I don’t get inside her in the next thirty seconds, and I might embarrass myself.”
“You heard him, baby girl.” Roscoe lifts my hips just enough that his dick unerringly finds my entrance. There’s no hesitation. He just slams me down on his cock, the stretch forcing a guttural moan from my throat.
“Fuck me. She keeps making sounds like that, I’ll be a two-pump chump.” Carson’s hands palm my ass, parting my cheeks. “Jesus. Look at you taking his dick.”
Roscoe is apparently just as impatient as the other two because his hips haven’t stopped pumping into me since the first thrust. From the tightening of his fingers on my hips, I’d guess he’s pretty close himself.
“Fucking hurry up, you two,” he grumbles, confirming my suspicions.
The record player starts to skip, so Owen walks over and resets the needle. With the soft hum of music in the background, one man owning my pussy, the other staring at my ass, I can already feel my body beginning to coil up in anticipation as Owen strides toward me, stroking his dick.
“Time to open that pretty little mouth, baby.” He gently taps the bottom of my chin. “I’ve imagined those plump lips of yours around my cock more times than I can count, so be ready. I won’t last long, and I want you to swallow every drop.”
“Yes, sir.”
My lips part, and I stick out my tongue in invitation.
He groans. “Fucking hell. Carson, speed it up, yeah?”
Owen slips into my mouth, slow and deliberate. His first few thrusts are shallow, testing, as Roscoe continues fucking me hard from below. The juxtaposition of the two rhythms has tingles breaking out along my body and my senses on overload. Then Carson tests my ass with one finger.
“Jesus Christ. She just strangled my dick. Hurry it up, brother.”
“On it,” Carson replies. “She’s so fucking wet, I won’t even need lube.”
“Good, because I’m moments away from coming,” Owen growls. “Her tongue just flicked my hole, forcing me to squeeze my balls potentially beyond redemption to avoid shooting off too early.”
“So impatient,” Carson rasps, swirling his finger around the tight pucker of my ass one more time before the blunt head of his dick presses against the natural resistance of my body. “Shit. She might be too tight. I don’t wanna hurt her.”
Pressing Owen back enough that his dick slips free, I manage to hoarsely beg, “Take my anal virginity, hot shot. Please. Before the others get too impatient and ruin this for us.”
He curses. Long fingers wrap around my upper thighs. “This is gonna hurt so good, baby. Buckle up.”
I don’t have a chance to ask what he means. Owen is already pressing back into my mouth, deeper this time, with unsteady thrusts. He hits the back of my throat, his fingers sliding into my hair and fisting the strands.
“Cars…” Roscoe warns.
The man doesn’t need to be told twice. He plunges his dick into my ass. A scream rushes up my throat, but it’s full of Owen’s dick.
“Son of a bitch!” Roscoe shouts, pumping in harder.
“Yeah. Called it,” Carson rasps. “Too tight.”
Doesn’t stop him from slipping out and slamming into my ass again. And again.
Owen hits the back of my throat, his hand gripping my head to hold me down on his length.
“Just like that, baby. A little bit longer.” His next words are cut off by a garbled groan as his cock throbs against my tongue. “Fuck. I’m coming.”
His release floods my throat, and I struggle to swallow it down as the other two send my body soaring closer to my next release.
“Together,” I hear Roscoe say, but I’m not capable of comprehending what he means.
At least until he and Carson withdraw from my body at the same time and pause, teasing me with their tips. Owen stumbles back, easing himself to the floor, just as Roscoe’s hands slip to my lower back and wrap around my waist.
“Now,” he growls, then they impale me at the same time.
“Oh Christ,” Carson cries out. “I’m gonna—”
“One more.” Roz has barely given the command before they retreat one last time. “Come with us, Nik.”
With a final combined thrust, I scream. My body goes taut, my orgasm stealing my breath as pleasure unfurls in a way that I’ve never experienced.
I can hear the men’s rough curses and low, rumbling growls.
Can feel them grinding into my body, trying to milk it for every last drop of euphoria.
Can even feel the moment Carson lays himself out along my back.
Black is creeping around my vision as the ecstasy rolls from one release into two.
“Breathe, baby girl. Breathe.” Roscoe’s words finally break through the haze, and I suck in a ragged gasp of air. “There you go.”
I’m not sure how long it takes me to recover, but when I finally open my eyes, Owen is spread out beside us, his fingers brushing hair off my sweaty cheeks.
I’m plastered against Roscoe’s chest as he peppers the top of my head with kisses.
Carson is behind me, and he’s using a washcloth to gently clean up what he can reach with Roscoe still firmly planted inside me.
“Did I pass out?” I ask hoarsely.
“Kinda,” Owen says with a small smile. “Freaked me out for a second.”
“Huh. I thought that only happened in fiction.”
“You should know by now, baby girl. There’s nothing fake about us, including the way we make you come.”
A soft giggle escapes.
“What’s so funny?” Carson asks.
“I was just thinking of that old saying…” Lifting my head, I share a look with each of the guys. “Fake it ‘til you make it. But I added my own little piece to the end…”
“What’s that?” Owen asks.
“Or fall in love trying.”
Roscoe grips my chin and pulls me down for a heated kiss. He’s already getting hard inside me again, and I can’t help but roll my hips against his.
“Who’s up for round two?” he rasps.
When the other two raise their hands, I know without a doubt it’s going to be a long night.