Chapter Thirty-Three Brielle
A bright, disbelieving laugh bubbles out of me. I cover my mouth with my hand, but it is too late. The sound escapes anyway, giddy and a little nervous and completely unstoppable.
Jase grins first, that wide, beautiful smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. “There she is,” he says softly.
Evan steps closer, his expression warm and amused. “You told three firefighters you want all of us and then you laugh.”
That makes me laugh harder, the kind of laugh that comes from relief and joy and pure overwhelm. Max watches me with that steady, burning look, but even he has the ghost of a smile on his lips.
I reach for Jase first because he is closest. I slide my hands up his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him through his shirt, and pull him down into a kiss. He tastes like coffee and smiles against my mouth. When I break the kiss, I am still laughing softly.
“This is insane,” I whisper against his lips.
“Best kind of insane,” he murmurs back, then kisses me again, deeper this time, his hands settling on my waist.
Evan moves in behind me. His arms slide around my middle, and he presses a slow kiss to the side of my neck. “You sure about this?” he asks, voice low against my skin.
I nod quickly, then tilt my head to give him better access. “Very sure.”
My hands roam. I slide one back to touch Evan’s arm, feeling the firm muscle there, while my other hand stays on Jase’s chest, tracing the line of his collarbone. Max is still standing by the table, watching us with dark, patient eyes. I reach out my free hand toward him.
“Come here,” I say, my voice a little breathless.
He crosses the space in two steps. The moment he is close enough I grab the front of his shirt and pull him in. He kisses me like he has been waiting years instead of weeks, slow and deep and thorough.
I moan softly into his mouth and feel all three sets of hands on me at once. Jase at my waist, Evan at my hips from behind, Max cupping my face. The sensation is almost too much and not nearly enough.
I laugh again, a soft, giddy sound that breaks the kiss. “I have three pairs of hands on me right now. This is ridiculous.”
“You like it,” Evan teases, nipping at my earlobe.
“I really, really do,” I admit, still smiling.
Clothes start coming off. Jase pulls my sweater over my head. Evan’s hands slide under my tank top, palms warm against my stomach.
Max unbuttons my jeans with steady fingers. I am touching them constantly, my hands roaming over chests and arms and backs, trying to feel all of them at once. Every time one of them kisses me, I moan.
At some point, I realize I am standing in the middle of the kitchen in just my bra and panties while three very focused men surround me.
Max’s voice is low and rough when he says, “Bedroom?”
I shake my head, still smiling. “Not yet.”
I sink slowly to my knees right there on the kitchen floor, looking up at the three of them. My heart is pounding with nerves and excitement and pure want.
They surround me. Three tall, beautiful men looking down at me with different kinds of hunger on their faces. Jase’s expression is warm and a little awed. Evan looks focused and turned on. Max’s jaw is tight, like he is using every bit of control he has left.
I reach for Jase first, tugging his sweats down. When I wrap my hand around him and take him into my mouth, he lets out a low groan and threads his fingers gently through my hair.
“Fuck, Brielle,” he breathes. “Look at you.”
I moan around him, then pull off to turn to Evan. I stroke Jase with my hand while I take Evan into my mouth, tasting the difference in them, feeling the weight and heat of each. Evan’s hand rests lightly on my head, his thumb stroking my cheek.
“You are so fucking perfect,” Evan murmurs, voice rough.
Max is last. When I turn to him and take his thick length into my mouth, he lets out a deep, guttural sound and cups my jaw.
“That’s it,” he says quietly, watching me with dark eyes. “Just like that, baby.”
I move between them, sucking one while stroking the others, spit slicking my chin, my hands never still. Their low groans and praises fill the kitchen. My knees ache a little against the hard floor and I love it. I feel powerful and wanted and completely, blissfully theirs.
Jase’s fingers tighten gently in my hair. “You look so good with your mouth full,” he says, voice warm and filthy. “Our girl.”
I moan loudly around Max’s cock, the words sending heat flooding through me.
Max is the one who finally lifts me off my knees. He hooks his hands under my thighs and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, still laughing breathlessly as he carries me down the hallway.
“Bedroom,” he says, voice rough. “Now.”
Jase opens the door ahead of us. Evan is right behind, his hand stroking down my back as we move. The moment we cross the threshold, the energy shifts again — still hungry, but deeper, more focused.
Max lays me down in the center of the big bed. For a moment, all three of them just look at me, spread out in nothing but my panties, chest rising and falling fast. The sight of them standing over me, shirts off, cocks hard, sends a fresh wave of heat through my body.
“Come here,” I whisper, reaching for them.
They descend on me like they’ve been waiting for permission.
Jase claims my mouth first, kissing me deeply while his hand cups my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightens.
Evan settles on my other side and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, then lower, sucking gently on the sensitive skin below my ear. When his tongue traces the shell of my ear, I shiver hard and moan into Jase’s mouth.
Max kneels between my spread thighs. He hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them down my legs, then throws them aside.
His big hands slide up my calves, over my knees, and he lifts one foot, pressing a slow kiss to the arch before sucking one of my toes into his mouth.
I gasp and jerk at the unexpected sensation. Max’s eyes flick up to mine, dark and intense, as he licks and sucks with deliberate care.
“Every inch of you,” he murmurs against my skin. “We’re going to taste every fucking inch.”
Evan’s mouth moves to my other breast, sucking hard enough to make me arch. Jase kisses down my stomach, then lower, until his tongue slides through my soaked folds. The three of them work in perfect sync.
Someone sucks on my nipple while another licks slow circles around my clit. Fingers trace my ribs, my hips, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. When Evan licks a slow stripe across my neck, I let out a shocked, broken sound that turns into a moan.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, half-laughing, half-moaning. “This is… I can’t—”
“You can,” Jase says against my pussy, then sucks my clit gently. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just feel us.”
I lose track of whose hands and mouth are where. All I know is heat and wetness and overwhelming pleasure. Fingers slide inside me—two, then three — curling and stroking while tongues lick and suck every sensitive spot they can reach. My hips roll helplessly, chasing more.
Max moves up my body and kisses me deeply, swallowing every sound I make. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine.
“You have no idea how long we’ve wanted you like this,” he says, voice low. “Spread out for us. Taking everything we give you.”
I reach down and wrap my hands around two hard cocks. They both move to my sides.
Jase is on my left, and Evan is on my right. I’m stroking them slowly while Max kisses me again. The room fills with the wet sounds of mouths on skin, heavy breathing, and my own broken moans.
Evan slides two fingers deeper inside me. The pressure is overwhelming.
“I’m— I’m going to—” My voice cracks.
“Come,” Max orders against my lips. “Let us see it.”
The orgasm crashes through as my back arches off the bed, and I cry out, thighs shaking around Jase’s head.
They don’t stop. Fingers and tongues keep working me through every pulse until I’m trembling and oversensitive, whimpering softly.
When I finally go limp, Jase kisses the inside of my thigh gently. Evan strokes my stomach in slow circles. Max brushes damp hair back from my forehead and looks down at me with something raw and reverent in his eyes.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful.”
I lie there catching my breath.
They give me only a few moments to catch my breath before the hunger returns.
Jase moves first. He settles between my thighs, his cock heavy and flushed as he rubs the head through my slick folds. “Still okay?” he asks, eyes soft even as his voice is rough.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
He pushes inside me in one smooth, slow stroke.
We both moan at the same time. He feels perfect, thick and warm, stretching me open.
Jase starts moving in deep, rolling thrusts, his hands braced on either side of my head so he can look down at me.
Every time he bottoms out, a little sound escapes my throat.
“God, you feel incredible,” he murmurs. “So wet and tight around me.”
Evan leans over me from the side and kisses me deeply while Jase fucks me. I reach down and stroke Evan’s cock in time with Jase’s thrusts. Max watches everything with dark, focused eyes, one hand stroking himself.
They switch after a while. Evan takes Jase’s place between my legs. He fucks me harder, more deliberately, hitting a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. Max finally moves in and feeds me his cock. I suck him eagerly, moaning around his thickness while Evan drives into me.
The sounds in the room are filthy. Wet skin slapping together. My muffled moans around Max. Their low groans and praises.
“You look so good taking both of us,” Evan says, voice strained as he thrusts deeper.
Max’s hand rests gently on my head, not pushing, just holding me as I work my mouth up and down his shaft. “That’s our girl,” he murmurs. “Taking everything we give you.”
They keep trading places, each of them fucking me while the others touch and kiss and praise me. My body is buzzing, overwhelmed in the best way. Sweat slickens our skin. The sheets are already damp beneath me.
Then Max speaks, his voice low and commanding.
“Turn over, baby.”
They help me onto my hands and knees. Jase slides beneath me, so I am straddling him. I sink down onto his cock with a long moan, taking him deep. Evan kneels beside us, and I lean over to take him into my mouth again.
Max moves behind me.
I feel cool lube and then his thick fingers circling my other hole, pressing in slowly, carefully stretching me. I moan loudly around Evan’s cock as Max works me open with patient, skilled fingers.
“You sure you want this?” Max asks, voice tight with restraint. “All of us at once?”
I pull off Evan just long enough to gasp, “Yes. Please, Max.”
He lines himself up. The head of his cock presses against my ass. He pushes forward so slowly, inch by inch.
The stretch is intense, a burning fullness that makes me whimper. Jase stays completely still inside my pussy, stroking my back and whispering soft praises while Max works his way deeper.
“Breathe, baby,” Jase murmurs, kissing my neck. “You’re doing so well. Taking both of us so perfectly.”
When Max is finally buried all the way inside me, we all stay still for a long moment. The feeling of being completely filled by two of them at once is overwhelming. I feel so full I can barely think.
“Fuck,” Max groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “You are so tight. So perfect.”
They start to move.
Jase thrusts up into me while Max fucks my ass in slow, deep strokes. The rhythm is devastating. Every time one pulls back, the other pushes in. I moan helplessly around Evan’s cock as they fuck me together. The pleasure is sharp and deep and almost too much.
“Look at you,” Evan says, voice awed as he strokes my cheek. “Taking all three of us, like you were made for it.”
The sensations crash over me. Jase’s cock is hitting that perfect spot inside my pussy. Max’s thick length stretches my ass. Evan’s cock sliding over my tongue. Hands everywhere. Mouths praising me. I feel completely surrounded, completely wanted, completely theirs.
I pull off Evan’s cock and cry out as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt rips through me. My whole body shakes and clenches around both Jase and Max. They groan loudly, their rhythm faltering as they fuck me through it.
Max comes first, burying himself deep in my ass with a rough groan of my name. Jase follows right after, thrusting up hard as he spills inside me. Evan strokes himself fast and comes on his hand with a low moan.
We collapse together in a tangled, sweaty pile.
I lie in the middle of them, breathing hard, my body buzzing and my heart so full it feels like it might burst.
Max lifts me easily into his arms and carries me to the bathroom. Jase and Evan follow. Under the warm spray, they wash me with gentle hands.
Jase soaps my body, Evan washes my hair, and Max holds me steady the whole time, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder.
When they are done, Max carries me back to the bedroom wrapped in a towel. The sheets have been changed. A tray of fruit and water sits on the nightstand.
They tuck me into the center of the clean bed. Jase picks up a grape and brings it to my lips. I open my mouth and let him feed me. Evan offers me a strawberry next. Max holds the glass so I can sip water.
I smile, lazy and sated, as they take turns feeding me small pieces of fruit.
“You don’t have to lift a finger tonight,” Max murmurs, brushing my hair back from my face.
I hum happily and close my eyes, safe and warm between the three of them.
This is everything.
I fall asleep with the taste of grapes on my tongue and their hands gently stroking my skin.