45 RHEA
I’m breathless, my lips still tingling from Corey’s kiss. His hands are firm on my waist, his gaze dark and steady. I can feel Julian’s eyes on us, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back against the wall, arms crossed like he’s settling in for the main event.
“Hey,” Julian drawls, his voice low and teasing.
“Put me on a show. I can sit this one out as long as you sleep in my bed tonight.”
I blink at him, my brain short-circuiting for a moment.
“You sure?” Tobias steps forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over me.
“You heard what he said, baby. Let’s give him a show.”
My breathing is erratic as Tobias reaches for the hem of my shirt.
His hands are rough but measured, pulling the fabric up and over my head. I’m left in just my bra, the cool air hitting my skin, but Corey’s mouth is already on me again, his lips brushing against my collarbone, his hands sliding down my back.
“God, you’re something else,” Corey murmurs against my skin, his voice husky.
“How’d we get so lucky?” I’m too caught up in the sensation to respond, my breath hitching as Tobias’s fingers find the clasp of my jeans.
He’s methodical, unhurried, like he’s savoring every second.
My jeans hit the floor, and I’m standing there in nothing but my underwear, feeling vulnerable and powerful all at once.
Tobias’s hands are on my hips, turning me to face him. His eyes are dark, intense, and I can see the hunger there, barely contained.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.
“You’re gorgeous, Rhea. Don’t ever doubt that.”
I shiver, his words sending a jolt of heat through me.
Corey’s hands are on my shoulders, his mouth trailing kisses down my spine.
“He’s right,” Corey says, his voice a low rumble.
“You’re fucking stunning.” I’m caught between them, their touches setting me on fire.
Julian’s still leaning against the wall, watching with that same lazy smirk. “Keep going,” he says, his voice a little rougher now. “I’m enjoying the view.” Tobias’s hands move to my bra, unhooking it with practiced ease.
I’m bare now, exposed, but there’s no room for self-consciousness.
Not with the way they’re looking at me, like I’m the only thing that matters in this moment.
Corey’s lips are on my neck again, his hands roaming over my body.
Tobias steps back, his eyes scanning me like he’s memorizing every detail.
“Get out of your head baby,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
“Let us worship you.” I’m drowning in them, in the way they touch me, the way they talk to me.
Corey’s hands are everywhere, his mouth claiming mine again, kissing me like he’s trying to devour me.
Tobias’s hands are on my hips, guiding me, grounding me.
“You’re ours,” Corey growls against my lips, his voice possessive and raw.
I can’t think, can’t speak. All I can do is feel. Tobias’s hands move to my breasts, his touch firm and deliberate. I gasp, my head falling back as Corey’s lips trail down my neck.
Julian’s voice cuts through the haze. “Fuck, keep going. I’m not complaining.”
Corey’s hands are on my hips, steadying me as I feel Tobias’s fingers slide under the waistband of my underwear.
My breath catches, and I look down to see him kneeling in front of me, his hazel eyes locked on mine.
There’s a stillness to him, like the calm before a storm, and it makes my heart race.
“You good?” Tobias asks, his voice low and rough, but there’s a gentleness there that surprises me.
I nod, my throat tight. “Yeah. I’m good.” He doesn’t waste time, hooking his fingers into the fabric and pulling my underwear down my legs. I step out of them, feeling exposed but not self-conscious. Not with the way they’re looking at me, like I’m the only thing that matters in this moment.
Corey’s hands move to my shoulders, his lips against my ear.
“Fucking smokeshow,” he murmurs.
I shiver, his words sending a jolt of heat through me.
Tobias’s hands are on my thighs now, his touch firm but careful, like he’s handling something precious.
He leans forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I gasp, my hands gripping Corey’s shoulders for support.
“Easy,” Corey says, his voice calm and steady.
“We’ve got you.” Tobias doesn’t waste time, his mouth finding me in a way that makes my knees buckle.
I groan, my head falling back against Corey’s chest as Tobias’s tongue works its magic.
Corey’s hands move to my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, and I’m lost in the sensation, in the way they’re touching me, consuming me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Corey murmurs, his lips brushing against my neck.
“The way you respond to him… it’s fucking intoxicating.”
I can’t speak, can’t think. All I can do is feel.
Tobias’s hands are on my hips, holding me steady as he takes his time, his mouth driving me closer and closer to the edge.
Corey’s fingers pinch and tease my nipples, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, and I’m drowning in them, in the way they’re making me feel.
“You taste so fucking good,” Tobias growls against me, his voice rough and raw, and I moan, my fingers tangling in his long, dark hair.
Corey’s hands move to my breasts, his mouth closing over one nipple, and I cry out, my body trembling with the intensity of it all.
Tobias doesn’t slow down, his tongue working me in ways that make me forget my own name.
“That’s it, Rhea,” Corey says, his voice a low rumble. “Let go.
We’ve got you.” I do. The release hits me like a tidal wave, my body shaking as I cling to Corey, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Tobias doesn’t stop, his mouth gentling now, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m limp and boneless in Corey’s arms.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “That was amazing.” Corey chuckles, his arms tightening around me. “We’re just getting started sweetheart.” Tobias looks up at me, his lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.
“You okay?” I nod, still trying to catch my breath.
“Yeah. I’m good. More than good.” He stands, his hands sliding up my sides, and I lean into him, my body still humming with pleasure.
Corey’s hands are on my hips, his lips brushing against my shoulder, and I’m caught between them, lost in the way they’re touching me, loving me.
Julian’s voice cuts through the haze. “You two quit pussy footing around, and show me something.” I laugh, the sound shaky but genuine.
Tobias’s hands slide down to my hips, his grip firm but not bruising. He steps back, guiding me to my knees on the floor. “Pretty little mouth like that?” he says, his voice low and rough, like gravel.
“You’re gonna put it to work, Rhea.” I look up at him, my heart racing, my breath already coming faster.
His jeans are unbuttoned, his cock hard and straining against the fabric.
He steps closer, brushing the back of his fingers against my cheek.
“You’re gonna suck me off, baby. Just like I did you. I know what that mouth can do.” I nod, my throat tight.
Corey’s hands are on my shoulders, steadying me as he steps behind me. “That’s not all,” he says, his voice calm but with an edge of hunger. “I’m taking you too. So put that pretty little ass in the air and get ready.” I shiver at his words, the heat between my legs intensifying.
Julian’s still leaning against the wall, his hand lazily stroking himself as he watches.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, his voice a low growl.
“This is about to get interesting.” Tobias steps closer, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guides me toward him.
His cock springs free, hard and thick, and I lean forward, my lips wrapping around the tip.
He groans, his hand tightening in my hair as I take him deeper, my tongue swirling around him.
Corey’s hands move to my hips, his fingers sliding down to my entrance. He’s already hard, his cock pressing against me as he lines himself up. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, and I moan around Tobias, the sensation overwhelming.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” Corey murmurs, his hands gripping my hips as he starts to move.
“Take it. Take both of us.” Tobias’s hips are moving now, his cock sliding deeper into my mouth.
His hand is in my hair, guiding me as I suck him off, my tongue working him in time with Corey’s thrusts.
I can’t think, can’t breathe. All I can do is feel.
“Good girl,” Tobias growls, his voice rough and raw.
“Just like that.” Julian’s breathing is heavier now, his hand wrapped around his dick.
“Fuck, you look good like that,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
“Taking both of them like a pro.” Corey’s thrusts are steady and deep, his hips driving into me with a rhythm that has me moaning around Tobias’s cock.
Tobias’s hand tightens in my hair, his hips bucking as he gets closer, his groans louder, more desperate.
“Almost there,” he growls, his voice strained. “You’re gonna swallow every drop, Rhea.” I moan in response, my body trembling as Corey’s thrusts grow harder, faster. Tobias’s hips jerk, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he comes, hot and thick.
“Fuck, that’s my girl.” I swallow, my tongue working him through it.
Corey’s hands tighten on my hips, “goddamn, I’m coming, I’m fucking coming.” His thrusts grow erratic and I feel him empty inside of me.
Julian’s groans, as his cum paints his stomach. “Mother fucker that was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.” After a couple minutes of catching our breath and cleaning up, the room is quiet now, the adrenaline from the fight and the chaos settling into something softer, something more intimate.
Tobias and Corey stand by the door, their presence filling the space even as they prepare to leave.
Tobias’s big hand rests on the doorknob, his hazel eyes flicking to me with a mix of care and that quiet intensity that always makes my stomach flip.
Corey’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his dark gaze steady on me like he’s waiting for a sign I’m okay.
“You sure there’s nothing you need?” Corey asks, his voice low, calm. Always calm. It’s the kind of tone that settles me even when I’m on the edge.
I shake my head, the motion slow, deliberate.
“No. I’m perfect just tired.” Tobias chuckles, the sound deep and warm, and it’s weirdly comforting coming from a man built like a tank.
“I’m sure you are champ.” Corey pushes off the wall, stepping closer to me.
His hand brushes my cheek, his touch firm but tender.
“You were perfect Rhea.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and I close my eyes, letting the warmth of it sink into me.
Tobias is next, his big frame bending slightly as he kisses the crown of my head.
“Take care of our boy tonight,” he says, his voice rough but gentle.
“He’s had a rough one.” I nod, my heart tightening at the thought of Julian upstairs, bruised and battered but still breathing.
Still here. “I’ve got him,” I say, looking over at a smiling Julian, already curled up in my bed.
They leave with a final nod, the door clicking shut behind them, and I take a deep breath, letting the quiet of the house settle around me.
“Hey beautiful,” he echoes, his voice rough but warm. “You okay?” I nod, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge.
“Yeah. Just… making sure you are.” He smirks, the corner of his mouth lifting in that lazy, confident way of his.
“Oh I’m perfect. Thanks to you.” I reach out, my fingers brushing lightly over a bruise on his ribcage.
He hisses softly, but it’s not a sound of pain—more like he’s feeling the weight of the night, the way it’s settling into his bones.
He tugs me gently, pulling me closer until I’m lying beside him, my head resting on his chest. His heartbeat is steady under my ear, a rhythm that calms the storm in my head.
I tilt my head up, looking at him. His eyes are heavy-lidded, exhaustion written all over his face, but there’s something else there too—something warm, something real. “Julian,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“Hmm?” His hand stills on my back, his gaze locking with mine.
“I love you,” I say, the words slipping out before I can second- guess them.
“And I’m glad you’re okay.” His lips curve into a slow, lazy smile, and he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I love you too. You know, as much as I love your pussy,” he adds, his voice rough but teasing, “I think waking up to you in bed will be even better.”
I laugh, the sound shaking loose the last of the tension in my chest, and I snuggle closer, letting the warmth of him surround me.
“You’re such an idiot,” I say, but there’s no bite to it, just affection.
“Your idiot,” he replies, his voice already slurring with sleep.
And just like that, the world feels right again.