Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
Alexia
A hand clamps over my mouth before the scream gets more than half out, and a voice drops right against my ear, low and dark and infuriatingly familiar.
“You can scream now,” Zachary whispers hot into my ear. “Or you can wait until I've actually given you a reason to.”
My heart's still slamming against my ribs when the door kicks shut behind us, and that's when I see them, Marcus and Rhys, both standing against the far wall of the cramped but tidy room, arms crossed, faces storming with something dark and dangerous.
Zachary lets my mouth go and stands back, and I'm suddenly feeling like a caged animal.
“What's going on?” I say, my voice small, shaky.
“Zachary let us know,” Rhys says, eyes latching onto mine, “that apparently three guys aren't enough for you tonight.”
I snort. “I'm fairly sure I said the exact opposite of that.”
Marcus pushes off the wall and crosses to me, yanking me against his chest, his mouth dropping to my ear from the other side. “Yeah? Because I got the distinct feeling you were wondering if you could handle all three of us. At once.”
Oh.
Oh.
Understanding strikes somewhere low in my stomach, hot and sudden, and I don't get long to process it before Rhys takes two strides in those long legs of his to stand at my back and his hand closes round my jaw and turns my face back to his, and he kisses me, deep, plundering, no gentleness in it at all, and when he finally pulls back he says one word, rough, commanding.
“Strip.”
I hesitate, half a second, and it's not nerves so much as the sudden thrill of three sets of eyes on me at once, hungry in a way that should terrify me and does the exact opposite.
Eyes locked on his, I pull my cardigan off, and then, slowly slipping the straps of my dress from my shoulders and shimmying it down my body, an inch at a time, taking my time to let it reveal my body, until it falls in a pool at my feet.
I stand there, still in my underwear, acutely aware of them all staring at me.
“I said strip, Alexi,” Rhys says, his voice so low, it resonates in the pit of my stomach.
I unhook my bra and drop it, and stand there in nothing but my cotton briefs and calf-length boots. Suddenly shy.
“Panties off. Boots stay on,” Zachary says, watching from his spot, leaning back against the closed door, something about his voice makes my knees go weak.
As I'm stepping out of my panties, Marcus says to Zachary, “You called us here. And it's your work break. You choose how you want our girl.”
There's no hesitation.
Zachary drags the cushion off his desk chair, drops it onto the floor in front of him, and says, “I want my cock in that sweet little pussy while she's got her mouth full of both of you.” His eyes drop to mine, and his voice drops with them.
“And if she's good — if she takes all three of us like our good little toy — maybe we let her come while you two are inside her too. Would you like that?” I feel myself eagerly nod.
“Good. So get on your knees, sweetheart.”
I immediately obey. I can already feel how wet I am, every move a reminder of how my body is reacting to them.
He crouches, strokes a thumb along my cheekbone, a moment of tenderness. “You good?”
All I can do is nod.
“Good girl.” His hand slides into my hair as he takes a step closer. “Get my cock ready for that tight pussy.”
I take him out and take him into my mouth, hungry. He's already at full hardness when I hollow my cheeks around the head, and I hear him hiss out a breath above me right as he moves round behind me, his hand smoothing down my spine.
“Nothing is touching that pussy before my cock, tonight.” His voice is right against my ear, rough. “I want to feel exactly how tight you are with nobody else, with nothing else, inside you yet.” He straightens. “But first.”
The other two step forward, and Rhys growls to me to take their cocks out too, and my hand shakes as I fumble with their zippers, the fear and the thrill of the whole night tangled up into something so unexpected it has me aching.
I wrap a hand around each of them, stroking, revelling in the way there's no doubt about how much they want me.
“I need to taste you both,” I say, and it comes out wrecked already.
“Don't let us stop you, baby,” Marcus says.
Rhys leans down, tips my chin up with two fingers. “I'm going to fuck this slutty little mouth tonight, Alexi. Hope you're ready because I've been dreaming about it for a very. Long. Time.”
I take Marcus first, then Rhys, switching between them while my hand works whichever one isn't in my mouth, and the sounds in the room are obscene, wet, filthy. My mouth is filled with a throbbing cock head when I feel Zachary settle in behind me, both hands gripping my hips.
“Ready?”
Zachary
I'm lined up right at her entrance, and I drag one long, slow lick down the damp line of her spine before I slam into her in a single stroke.
The sound that punches out of me is pure reaction. She's tighter than usual, gripping me from the first inch, and my whole cock feels like it's being gripped by a vice.
She surges forward onto Marcus's cock with a muffled little grunt. I give her exactly two seconds to adjust before we find a rhythm, me driving into her from behind in long, deep strokes while she takes them from the front, her whole body caught between the three of us.
The way she takes it shows me she was built exactly for this. Sweat's running down the line of her spine, over the curve of her arse, and I watch it disappear every time I bottom out inside her.
“That's it.” My voice doesn't sound like mine. “Take every inch of me while you're sucking them off. Fuck, Lex, you feel incredible.”
She moans around the cock currently in her mouth, and I feel it vibrate all the way down my own, and it's so good I don't trust myself to last much longer. She's rocking back into every thrust now, chasing it, and I can feel her walls starting to flutter around me.
“Not yet.” I grip her hips harder, hold her right where I want her. “When you come, it's going to be because you're begging me for it. Not before.”
She whines, the sound getting choked off when Rhys thrusts into her mouth, and the sound of it nearly finishes me on the spot.
I don't last much longer after that. I plunge into her hard, once, twice, and then I'm coming, filling her in long pulses, groaning her name loud, not even caring who hears it through the door.
My whole body's shaking with my orgasm, spots crowding the edge of my vision, and I only just register Marcus's hand on my chest, easing me back and out of the way, before my legs nearly give out completely.
Rhys
Marcus takes Zachary's place, lies back on the floor, and pulls Alexia down onto him, and I watch her lungs fill with one deep breath before she lowers herself, taking the whole length of him in one slow, filthy slide that has her throat closing around me as she sucks me off.
I pull out, giving her some time, stroking my hand along my dripping cock, watching her grind down onto him as her eyes go glassy and unfocused, and I can't stay back for long. I close the distance, grip her chin, tilt her face up to mine.
“I know you want all three of us.” It's not a question. “Show me. Show me exactly how much you want our cocks.”
She looks up at me, lust-drunk, mouth falling open half inviting, half begging. “You want to claim me that badly?” she exhales. “Then fuck my throat like no one else ever has.”
It nearly undoes me on the spot. Still gripping her chin, I push into her mouth properly then, deep, talking to her the entire time, filthy, depraved words, telling her how good she looks taking my mate's cock in that tight little pussy while she swallows me down, how good she looks right now taking our cocks in her holes, how I've thought about her lips wrapped around me, and the way I want to feel her gag on my cock head.
She does just that, takes me too far and gags around me once, twice, before it goes slick and easy and she's taking every inch like she was made for it.
“My sweet little cock slut,” I moan. My own words surprise me, but I can't stop. She drags every feral desire out of me. For her. Only ever for her.
She looks up at me, eyes glazed but still her. Deep in those beautiful depths. Something in my chest goes tight that has nothing to do with the fact I'm throat fucking her but something far more dangerous, all these emotions tangled up together until I can't separate them anymore.
I pull out before I finish, breathing hard. “You're the only one I've ever wanted and will ever want taking me like that.”
Then I slide back into her mouth and let go of whatever's left of my restraint, feeling that warm wet mouth taking me over the edge, and then I grunt her name and I'm spilling down her throat.
Hot and whole body shattering. Her eyes are watering when I finally pull free, and I drop to my knees in front of her, cradling her face in my hands and gently kiss the tears away, one cheek and then the other, my mouth against her ear.
“I'm yours.”
Marcus
Rhys steps back, and whatever he just said to her has her pussy clenching so hard around me I nearly black out.
I have to take a breath. I hold still for a moment, holding her still on top of me as I say, “Z. Lie down. On your back.” He does without question, already reading exactly what I've got in mind, and I sit up, gripping her by the thighs, and lift her clean off me to settle her over his face instead.
“Ride him, baby,” I say, standing in front of her again, tugging slowly on the head of my cock. “I want to watch you riding him until you almost come.”
Zachary groans into her the second she settles, driving his tongue up into her, tasting his own release dripping out of her, and she reaches down to stroke him hard while she rocks against his mouth, and the sound she makes is the sound of my dreams.