Chapter 20 #2
The orgasm crashes through me harder than the first. My back arches off the marble, and the sounds I’m making are high and desperate and absolutely wrecked. Evan keeps thrusting through it, each stroke dragging the pleasure out until I’m quivering, oversensitive, almost in tears.
My core pulses around him rhythmically, squeezing his length with each aftershock.
“Fuck, I’m close.” Evan’s rhythm breaks. His thrusts get erratic, desperate. “Wifey, I’m—”
“I want you to come in me,” I gasp.
Three more drives, and he buries himself deep. His whole body goes rigid, and his cock pulses, hot and perfect. Each spasm triggers another small aftershock in me.
When he withdraws, I’m empty and oversensitive and still wanting more. My pussy clenches around nothing, already missing the fullness.
Silas helps me off the counter. My legs are unsteady, so I grip his forearms to stay upright, and his skin is fever-hot.
“Living room.” Callum is already moving. “Couch.”
Silas is already heading there, too, and I follow on unsteady legs, each step sending residual pleasure sparking through my core.
The sectional is huge, and I sink into the corner. All three of them surround me immediately.
Silas sits beside me, pulling me onto his lap. “My turn.”
He’s still hard. So is Callum. The sight of them both sends a fresh pulse of want through my exhausted body.
“How do you want me?” I ask.
“Just like this.” Silas positions me so I’m straddling him. “Ride me.”
His hands guide me into position, steadying me when I wobble on unsteady legs.
When I sink onto his length, we both groan.
He’s thicker than Evan, while Evan is longer, and the stretch draws my lip between my teeth. My pussy accepts him, inch by inch. The fullness is overwhelming, and I feel pleasure everywhere.
Silas’s hands frame my face. His thumbs stroke my cheekbones.
I start moving.
His grip drops to my hips, helping me find a rhythm, lifting me, and guiding me back down. The slide of him is smoother now. I’m so wet that there’s almost no friction, just pressure and fullness and the perfect drag of his cock against my inner walls.
Callum’s beside us, watching. “Fuck, that’s hot. Watching you take his cock. Seeing how wet you are. You’re dripping down his shaft, Red.”
Evan moves behind me. His chest presses against my back, solid and warm. His arms come around me, one hand splaying across my stomach.
“Can I touch you?” His fingers trail down my spine, and goosebumps rise in their wake.
“Yes.”
His hand slides lower. Between my ass cheeks.
I freeze.
“Just fingers,” he promises. “Tell me if you don’t want it.”
“I want it.”
His finger circles my other entrance. Gentle. Testing. The touch is foreign, taboo, and sends a thrill of nervous anticipation through me.
Silas is still buried deep, and the thought of Evan adding pressure there tightens everything. Heightens my awareness of every sensation.
“Breathe,” Silas murmurs.
I do and force air into my lungs.
Evan’s finger gathers wetness from where I’m joined with Silas, and then he presses in slowly—just the tip. The pressure is intense—not painful, but so different from anything I’ve experienced.
“More?” Evan asks.
“Yes.”
He pushes deeper, and the fullness becomes impossible. My body stretches to accommodate both of them, and the dual sensation spins my head. Silas in my pussy, Evan in my ass, and the thin wall between them.
Silas starts moving again. Slow thrusts up while Evan’s finger works in tandem. When Silas pushes in, Evan pulls out slightly. When Silas withdraws, Evan presses deeper. The rhythm is maddening.
Callum’s hand finds my clit.
“Oh my God—”
“No God,” Callum reminds me. His fingers circle with perfect pressure. “Just us. Making you fall apart. Making you ours.”
I won’t last. Silas is filling my pussy, Evan’s finger is in my ass, and Callum’s fingers are on my clit. My nervous system is overloaded, and every nerve ending is firing at once.
My thighs quiver, and my abs contract with each breath.
“I’m going to come again.”
Silas squeezes my ass cheeks. “I want you to come. Show me how much you want my cock. Show me how much you want all of us.”
Every muscle goes rigid, and then I release in aftershocks that send me collapsing forward.
The sensation reaches places I didn’t know could register pleasure. Behind my sternum. At the base of my spine. In my jaw from clenching so hard.
Silas follows me over. His cock jerks with each spasm, and the warmth of his release triggers another small tremor in me.
Evan’s finger withdraws carefully. Gently. The loss leaves me feeling empty, even though Silas is still buried deep.
My whole body is limp, wrung out.
“You still with us?” Callum brushes hair off my face. His touch is gentler now than it was earlier.
“Barely.”
Silas lifts me carefully, and I whimper when he slips out. The sensitivity borders on pain now—everything too much, too raw.
Callum’s still hard.
I look at him through half-closed eyes. “Your turn.”
“Can’t get enough, Red?”
I bite down on my lower lip. “I’m insatiable.”
I slide off Silas’s lap and kneel in front of Callum. The rug is soft beneath my knees.
His cock is right there, thick and ready. The veins running along his shaft are visible, the head flushed dark.
I take him in my mouth.
“Fuck.” Callum’s hand tangles in my hair immediately. His fingers tighten, and the sting in my scalp grounds me.
I work him slowly at first, my tongue swirling around his head, tasting the salt of him. I trace the ridge of his length, where the head meets the shaft. His thigh muscles jump under my palm.
Silas and Evan are watching. Their attention feels almost physical.
“She looks good like this,” Silas says, his voice rough, spent, but still wanting. “On her knees, taking Callum’s cock in her mouth. Lips stretched around him.”
“She looks good everywhere,” Evan adds, his voice warm even through the roughness.
I take Callum deeper, relaxing my throat. The stretch waters my eyes, but I breathe through my nose and push past the reflex.
His hips jerk. “Tania, your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I hum around him, and the vibration makes him curse. His cock jumps in my mouth.
His hand guides my head, setting a rhythm. I let him use my mouth the way he needs. The control he takes clenches my core despite how oversensitive I am.
“I’m close.” His grip tightens in my hair, pulling just hard enough to tingle my scalp. “Where—”
I don’t pull off. I want to taste him on my tongue.
He releases with a groan, and I swallow everything he gives me. His cock pulses against my tongue. The taste is salt and musk and him.
When I finally pull back, all three of them are staring at me.
“What?” I wipe my mouth.
“You’re incredible,” Callum manages.
Evan pulls me onto the couch between them. “Understatement.”
Silas grabs a throw blanket and drapes it over all of us.
We’re a tangle of limbs, sweat-slicked skin, and rapid breathing.
“I never knew sex could be like that,” I tell them incredulously.
“Yeah.” Evan’s arm is around my shoulders.
Callum’s hand rests on my thigh. “We’re keeping you.”
“You already have me.”
Silas kisses my temple. “And we’re never letting you go.”
I close my eyes. I chose this. Chose them.
And I’d choose it again—every time.