24. Dakota
DAKOTA
Eli’s T-shirt hangs to my mid-thigh, soft and worn, smelling of his detergent.
I’m folded between Cruz and Dante on the couch; my legs draped over Dante’s lap while Cruz’s arm rests warm across my shoulders.
Eli sits in the armchair across from us, and Brady’s on the floor with his back against Eli’s legs, Eli’s fingers moving idly through his hair.
Two hours ago, Brady was inside Eli while I held Eli’s face and watched his restraint shatter into a thousand beautiful pieces. Now we’re all boneless and quiet, sunlight going gold through the blinds, and I can’t stop thinking about the thing I’ve been carrying around in my head for two weeks.
It got louder during the train. Louder still this morning, watching Eli surrender. Now it’s practically screaming.
“I’ve been thinking about something.” My voice comes out smaller than I mean it to.
Four heads turn. Just like that, I have all their attention, and the weight of it still makes my pulse jump.
“What is it, princess?” Eli’s voice drops into that register that lives somewhere under my sternum. “Whatever it is, if we can give it to you, we will.”
I pull my knees up. Stall. Cruz squeezes my shoulder and waits, which is somehow worse than being pushed.
“I want all of you at once.” The words tumble out before I can dress them up. “Not taking turns. Not a sequence. At the same time. One in my ass, one in my pussy, two in my mouth, switching off. I want… ” My face is on fire. “I want to be completely full. Of all four of you.”
The room goes silent. Not the bad kind. The kind that hums.
Dante’s hand tightens on my thigh. Cruz makes a low sound in his chest, half growl, half prayer. Brady’s gone very still on the floor, and Eli’s eyes have darkened to forest-at-midnight green.
“I know two in my pussy and one in my ass would be too much,” I keep going, because if I stop now, I’ll talk myself out of it.
“Maybe someday. But two penetrating and two in my mouth, that I can take. And there’s more.
” I press my palms against my hot cheeks.
“God, okay. I want Eli and Dante to finish inside me first. Eli in my pussy, Dante in my ass. And then when you’re done, Brady and Cruz take over.
Same holes. Fill me up too. So, I’ve got all your cum inside me at the same time. ”
Cruz exhales like the air’s been knocked out of him.
“And after.” My voice shrinks to almost nothing, but I make myself say it. “After you’ve all filled me, when I’m dripping with it—I want you to clean me. With your mouths. All of you. I want to watch my men eat their own cum out of me and not flinch.”
The silence stretches. Thick. Electric. I’ve asked them to cross a line most men would sprint away from.
Cruz breaks it with a long, low whistle. “Sweetheart, that is the hottest fucking thing I have ever heard in my entire life, and I once watched Dante do the splits naked.”
“I’m in.” Dante’s voice comes out rough. “Immediately. Yesterday.”
Brady’s throat works. He nods, blue eyes bright and hungry. “Yeah. Yeah, angel. All of it.”
Eli takes longer. He studies me the way he does before a fight, searching my face for anything I’m not saying. Then he leans forward, elbows on his knees.
“You’ll have everything you’re asking for. Exactly what you need.” He pauses. “But we do it right. Prep, safe words, no rushing. Stoplight system?”
“Green, yellow, red. I’ve used it. It works for me,” I say.
“If your mouth is full, you tap twice on whoever’s closest. Hard enough that we feel it.” He looks around the room, collecting nods from each of them. “Logistics. Talk me through what you pictured, princess.”
The fact that he puts me in charge of my own undoing makes my chest ache.
“You in my pussy.” I hold his gaze. “Because you’re Daddy. That’s where you belong. Dante in my ass, because he knows how to open me up patiently. Brady and Cruz start with my mouth and switch off. Then when you two finish, they take over.”
“Position.” Dante’s already working the mechanics, head tilted.
“You ride Eli, facing him. I come in from behind. Cruz and Brady kneel on either side of your head. You’d have to lean forward but stay partially upright over Eli’s chest for that to work, which helps the angle for me and still allows the necessary access to your mouth for Brady and Cruz. ”
“Look at the engineer over here.” Cruz grins, but his hand on my shoulder is trembling.
“Somebody’s got to think with the big head.” Dante doesn’t even look up.
Eli stands. The shift in him is immediate. “Bedroom. Dante grab the lube. Cruz, water bottles on the nightstand, and towels. Brady.” His hand lands on Brady’s shoulder. “You’re with me.”
The prep takes longer than the asking did, and Eli refuses to rush a second of it.
I’m on my back in the middle of the bed, naked, Eli’s shirt gone.
He kneels between my thighs, two fingers moving inside me in slow, deliberate strokes while his thumb circles my clit.
Dante lies beside me, one of my legs hooked over his hip, working lube into my ass with the patience of a man determined to succeed.
“Breathe out for me, baby.” Dante presses a second finger in alongside the first. “There you go. Good girl.”
“You’re soaked, princess.” Eli’s voice is dark and slow. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”
“All week.” The confession comes out on a moan. “Longer.”
Cruz and Brady flank the bed, both hard, stroking themselves in lazy pulls, watching me be eased open with the patience necessary and reverence for the need I’d voiced.
“Christ, look at her.” Brady’s voice cracks. “She’s shaking already.”
“She’s going to be so full.” Cruz drags his fist over himself. “You ready to take all your men at once, sweetheart? Ready to be our good little slut?”
The word lands exactly where he means it to. My hips buck against Eli’s hand.
Dante works a third finger into me, and the stretch burns sweet and deep. I push back onto his hand instinctively, my body already begging for what is to come.
“She’s ready.” Dante withdraws his fingers, kisses my shoulder. “Aren’t you, baby.”
“Green.” I’m already breathless. “So green.”
Eli lies back against the pillows and pulls me over him. I straddle his hips, and when I sink down onto his cock, the familiar fullness of him grounds me like nothing else does. His hands find my hips. His eyes lock on my face.
“Hi, princess.”
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Lean into me. Over my chest to give the three of them the access they need. That’s it, arch your spine—give yourself to Dante.” He guides me down until I’m draped over him, my ass tilted up and presented. “Dante. She’s yours.”
The blunt press of Dante against my ass makes me tense, and both men go still.
“Breathe, Dakota.” Dante’s palm smooths down my spine. “Push back against me when you’re ready. You control this part.”
I bear down, and he breaches me in one slow, burning slide, inch by inch, until his pelvis rests flush against me and I am fuller than I have ever been in my life. Two of my men. Inside me. Separated by nothing but a thin wall of me.
The sound I make isn’t a word.
“Talk to me.” Eli’s hands frame my face. “Color.”
“Green. Oh my God, green. Just don’t move yet. Don’t… ”
They don’t. They hold, both trembling with the effort, while my body figures out how to exist around them. I can feel my own heartbeat everywhere. I can feel theirs.
“You should see yourself.” Cruz kneels beside my head, voice gone gravelly. “Stuffed full of them and still hungry for more cock. That’s our girl.”
I turn my head and open my mouth, and that’s all the invitation he needs. Cruz slides between my lips, heavy and thick on my tongue, and the circuit completes. Three holes filled, all of me taken, and the moan that rips out of me vibrates around him.
“Fuck.” Cruz’s hand cradles the back of my skull, gentle even now. “There it is. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it sweetheart?.”
They find their rhythm the same way they find it in the cage, reading each other, adjusting. Eli rolls up as Dante draws back, Dante drives in as Eli retreats, so I’m never empty, never given a moment to think. Cruz rocks into my mouth in shallow, careful strokes.
“So fucking tight with both of us in you.” Dante’s fingers dig into my hips. “Does it feel good, being so full of us baby? Is it everything you imagined?”
I can’t answer. I can only moan, but let my eyes flutter closed just once before I hollow my cheeks out on Cruz’s dick, and he curses again.
“Fuck—” he gasps roughly, “That’s definitely a yes.”
“You’re doing so well.” Eli’s voice strains, pleasure gnawing at his control, but the Daddy in him holds. “Taking all of us. My perfect girl.”
Cruz pulls out of my mouth, and Brady replaces him without missing a beat, smooth as a tag-team, his cock sliding over my tongue while Cruz moves to my other side.
“There you go, angel.” Brady’s filthy mouth arrives fully formed, ready as ever. “Our perfect little fuck toy. You want us to breed you? Want to walk out of here so full that you are leaking our cum the rest of the day? Maybe we keep you naked so we can watch; would our little slut like that?”
I whimper around him. My whole body has become one continuous sensation; the edges blur between where one of them ends and the next begins. Eli’s hands, Dante’s weight, Brady’s taste, Cruz’s voice in my ear telling me I was made for this, made for them.
Eli’s rhythm stutters first. Then Dante’s.
“Close.” Eli grits it out. “Dante?”
“Yeah. With you.”
They drive deep in the same breath and hold, and I feel them both pulse, heat spilling into me in two places at once.
Eli filling my pussy while Dante empties into my ass.
Being bred in both holes at the same time crashes over me.
I come without warning, clenching around both, screaming around Brady’s cock until he has to pull free just so I can breathe.
Nobody moves. Three sets of lungs heaving. Eli’s heart slamming against my chest as I collapse over him.