19. MARCY #2
At the landing, Ryder sets me on my feet but doesn’t let go.
Hawk tugs the hem of my shirt higher, knuckles grazing skin, and my pulse skitters.
CJ opens the bedroom door, then turns, catching my lips in a claiming kiss.
While he distracts me, Ryder’s large hands slip the shirt over my head.
Hawk’s palms cup my hips, thumbs stroking slow circles that make my knees soften.
Hawk’s heated gaze trails over every curve like a caress. “Beautiful,” he breathes.
CJ’s mouth finds the spot beneath my ear while Ryder’s fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back for Hawk to claim my lips again. I’m surrounded—warm hands, rough denim, the scent of leather and cedar. It’s fucking sexy.
My skin prickles in the cooler air, but their heat is everywhere—hands on my waist, lips at my neck.
“Bed,” Ryder says, voice rough.
They guide me back until the mattress hits my knees. I sit as Hawk drops to his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach while CJ yanks off his own shirt and Ryder pulls his over his head. Denim hits the floor next. Then belts are undone, boots kicked aside.
Hawk stands, leans in, and kisses me again—deep, hungry. CJ climbs onto the bed behind me, his strong arms wrapping around my middle. He pulls me up the mattress until my head hits the pillows. Ryder joins, bracing one hand beside my hip, his other tracing a slow line down my thigh.
“Still okay?” CJ asks at my ear.
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“Good,” Hawk answers for all of them.
He grips my ankle and slides my leg over his shoulder, kissing the inside of my knee.
CJ’s mouth moves along my neck while Hawk drags his mouth higher, tongue flicking over the inside of my thigh.
I grip the sheets, hips lifting on reflex.
CJ’s hands spread over my stomach, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before he rolls my nipples between rough fingers. A sharp jolt shoots through me.
Ryder leans down, takes my mouth in a slow kiss while his free hand slips between my legs.
One thick finger slides through the slick heat, then two.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me, knuckles brushing Hawk’s cheek.
Hawk growls low, shifts, and replaces Ryder’s fingers with his tongue.
The sudden wet heat makes my back arch hard against CJ’s chest.
“Easy,” CJ mutters, holding me down with one arm. His other hand reaches for Hawk’s head, guiding him. Hawk’s pace quickens, and Ryder kisses me harder, swallowing the sounds spilling from my throat.
Pressure builds fast—too fast—and I break the kiss, gasping, “I’m…”
“Let go,” Ryder says.
Hawk seals his mouth around me, sucking hard. The coil snaps, and I cry out, shaking against all three of them.
Hawk pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark. “Need to be inside her.”
“Right after me,” Ryder says.
He shifts, guiding me onto my hands and knees. He positions behind me, his thick length nudging at my cunt, still slick from Hawk’s mouth.
For a second, I forget to breathe—he’s thick, almost intimidatingly big, the blunt head stretching me wide. He pushes in slow, inch by inch, until every impossible part of him is buried deep. A broken sound tears from my throat as my body adjusts around the sheer size of him.
CJ kneels in front of me, sliding his cock along my lips. “Open,” he commands.
I take him in, mouth stretching around his cock, tasting salt and heat. Ryder starts to thrust in me, my body bobbing between them as they take me together.
I never imagined myself in a place like this, but it’s sexier than I could have ever pictured.
Hawk watches, fist stroking over his cock, waiting his turn.
It’s intoxicating—Ryder’s hips driving forward, CJ’s hand in my hair guiding my pace, Hawk’s rough voice praising me every filthy second. The room fills with the slap of skin, harsh breaths, low curses.
I lose track of who says what, only know the tight burn low in my belly building again. Ryder’s thrusts turn sharp; CJ’s hand tightens in my hair.
“Come,” CJ orders, voice raw.
Ryder slams deep once, twice, and my body clenches around him. Pleasure rips through me. CJ groans, hips jerking. Heat fills my mouth as he comes. Ryder follows, his grip bruising my hips as he spills deep inside me.
We collapse in a tangled heap of sweat, shaky breaths. The sheets are twisted under us. But I’m far from done. CJ’s cock slips out of my mouth, but there’s little respite.
Ryder eases out, and CJ shifts me onto my back, spreading my thighs with a rough, sure grip.
His cock slides through the slick mess Ryder left, the blunt head nudging my swollen cunt before he thrusts in hard—driving deep while his palms frame my breasts, thumbs flicking over tight nipples as he starts pounding a fast rhythm.
Hawk kneels behind my head, feeding his cock between my lips. Every time CJ plunges inside me, my mouth slides farther down Hawk’s length, taking him to the root until my throat flexes around him.
CJ’s pace turns brutal—short, punishing strokes that make the mattress creak—until he shudders, spilling inside me with a guttural curse.
He pulls out, and Hawk withdraws from my mouth, flips me onto my stomach, and drags my hips up.
His cock pushes in from behind, thicker at the crown, stretching my aching cunt all over again as he fucks me deep and steady.
One big hand fists in my hair, the other cups one of my swinging breasts, squeezing hard while he drives me to a raw, pulsing climax that rips a scream from my lungs.
His name is on my tongue as he empties himself inside me, claiming the last piece left untouched tonight.
When Hawk falls on top of me. I lean into his ear and say, “I love you, too.”