Willow
FORTY-SEVEN
For about ten full seconds after I agree to move in, absolute madness breaks out.
Julian actually whoops loud enough to scare Daisy off the couch.
Gabe laughs under his breath and rubs a hand over his face like he’s trying not to look too pleased with himself, which fails completely because his entire expression softens in a way that makes my stomach flip over.
And Xander just stares at me. Like he’s trying to make sure he heard me correctly.
“Well,” Julian announces dramatically, pointing at me from across the lounge, “this is legally binding now. You can’t take it back.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how moving works.”
“Too late. Gabe already mentally reorganized closet space.”
He doesn’t even deny it.
The room still looks like a pillow grenade exploded in it. Feathers drift across the hardwood floors. One of the couch cushions is upside down. Daisy is zooming between furniture like she’s possessed.
And somehow this is the happiest I’ve seen all of them in weeks.
Julian drops backward onto the couch dramatically, grinning at the ceiling. “I think we should commemorate this moment.”
“I agree,” I shoot back with a smirk.
I grab hold of him and drag his lips to mine.
There’s a moment before his mouth touches mine where I see his eyelashes flutter and his lips soften; his cocky humor melts into something open and unguarded.
Eventually, he pulls back from the kiss with a gasp, and Xander is already there.
Xander kisses me. I thread my fingers into his hair and he bites my bottom lip lightly, pulling back to meet my gaze.
He’s about to say something, I can feel it loaded between his teeth, but Gabe’s hands are already on my hips, tugging me onto his lap.
Gabe pulls me in like gravity, thumb brushing behind my ear, mouth soft and coaxing, and when he finally puts his tongue in my mouth I whimper like I haven’t had him before.
There’s heat in my veins and feathers still falling everywhere, and the appreciative noise Gabe makes at the back of his throat does nothing to help.
“Want you,” I mumble into his mouth, distracted enough that I barely realize Julian is already shoving pillows onto the floor to make room for us.
Xander’s hands are warm as he slips my shirt up and off, catching the fabric at my shoulders and tugging me back, slotting his mouth over the highest point of my spine before he even finishes peeling the cotton away.
He palms my ass and works the fly of my jeans, pushing me forward into Gabe’s lap.
The motion presses me flush against the line of Gabe’s body, his cock hard and hot through his thin sweatpants.
Julian’s hands are already between my legs, his palm cupping me through my underwear. The sensation sends a lightning bolt through my spine, a moan trembling out with it.
Gabe’s hands never leave my body, even as Xander gets my jeans all the way off. I’m straddling Gabe, but it’s Julian who moves behind me, bracketing his legs around mine with his hands sliding up my torso, cupping my breasts lightly and then harder when I arch against him.
Even with three of them, it’s never enough. I want more; I want to be devoured. I want to be the only thing they see.
Xander, kneeling in front of me now, kisses the inside of my knee first, then the softest bite at the softest patch of skin just inside my thigh, his eyes fixed on mine, his grin reckless and hungry.
Every sensation dances up my spine, feathery at first, then immediate, a tingle so electric I nearly yelp.
“Wow,” I breathe, and Julian’s mouth curls against my neck.
Xander nudges my legs apart. His tongue, when it finds the wet cotton of my underwear, makes me stutter a breath so loud it startles even me.
Gabe holds my hips in place. Julian, chest pressed up against my back, nips along my shoulder until my bones tingle, and he’s making the kind of growling sound that vibrates through the bones of my back.
I’m half on Gabe’s lap, half off, and the urge to grind down and chase every flick of Xander’s tongue is so overwhelming I can barely suck in air.
Gabe turns my head to kiss me, and I lose the fragile grip I have on dignity.
Under the relentless pressure of Xander’s tongue and Julian’s roaming hands, I go weightless between them. I don’t remember closing my eyes, but somehow, it’s all sensation layered over blackness. The taste of Gabe, the scrape of Julian’s teeth, the heat of Xander’s mouth wet through cotton.
One of them moans and then Xander is tugging my underwear aside, tongue slick and hungry, and I lose the thread of what he’s doing, the pressure and friction and heat of it, until I’m keening right into Gabe’s mouth.
The noise I make is humiliating, but they all react to it. Julian sucks a mark onto my shoulder, Gabe grips my jaw like I’ll float away if he doesn’t hold me tight.
Xander’s tongue moves fast and then impossibly slow, like he’s savoring every stutter of my hips, every tremor shivering down my thighs. My head lolls onto Julian’s shoulder, hair in my mouth, which he tugs aside so he can bite at my ear and whisper something filthy and perfect.
“Please,” I gasp, and Xander laughs against me, warm and smug.
He pushes two fingers into me at once, then curls them up and nearly screws a scream out of me. My voice cracks, splinters, as if my bones are filled with nerves instead of marrow.
The pressure is right at the edge. Pleasure so intense it’s more like pain, the kind that hovers on the wrong side of too much. I want to tell him to stop, but I would rather die.
“Willow, you’re so…” Julian starts, but he doesn’t finish the thought, just sucks a mouthful of skin and scrapes his teeth with a kind of worship that makes my whole body ring.
Xander fucks me with his fingers, mouth fixed to my clit, humming in satisfaction every time I shake.
I want to reach for something, for someone, but every part of me is tethered or held or occupied. I settle for clinging to Gabe’s shoulders, nails digging deep, and Gabe kisses me like I’m the only thing here.
“Fuck me,” I cry out. “I need you all.”
My panties are gone. Julian is shoving couch cushions aside and pushing his own sweats down, his cock heavy and flushed and free. Xander’s mouth is back, adding new layers of slick heat. Gabe just inhales, nostrils flaring, and picks me up by my thighs like I weigh nothing.
We crash to the floor, all clumsy elbows and knees and hot frantic breath, but I hardly notice the rough rug against my back because there’s a hand on every inch of me, and multiple sets of lips always somewhere I want them.
Gabe fucks me with his tongue, bruising kisses down my ribs, grabbing my tits while Julian slides up under my head and uses my mouth, like he’s not above humping my face if it gets him off.
He tastes like smoke and toothpaste, a mess, and I want every drop of it. I open wide and gag when Julian pushes in, and he moans, like he’s trying not to break the windows.
I feel more than hear Xander mouthing up my other thigh, then ramming himself into me easy, greedy, uncaring if I’m ready, and the invasion is so sudden and so hard I choke, and the only thing that fills my ears is the split second gap before I start begging for more.
“Damn, look at her,” Julian says, and his cock is out of my mouth, still dragging against my lips, drooling pre-come. He presses his forehead to mine and pants, “You’re fucking perfect like this, you know?”
Then he rams his cock back between my teeth, harder than before and rutting up into my throat like he’s going to leave marks on my tonsils.
He holds my jaw open, two-handed, knuckles in my hair, and it’s so obscene I almost come from the filth of it alone.
Xander’s pace is brutal, his cock bottoming out every time, and I can’t breathe, can’t think, only surrender to the sensation and the pride in the way they want me like they’re never going to get another chance.
I’m so fucking full. The drag of Xander, the stretch of my mouth, the greedy clutch of Gabe’s hands on my tits, his tongue lavishing worship over every inch of my aching, desperate skin.
I can feel every ripple, every vein; even their sweat and spit are code on my skin, translating me into a creature of pure hunger. I want all of them to finish in me. I want to be ruined.
“Holy shit, she’s going to swallow you whole,” Xander says, breathless.
His words vibrate straight down Julian’s shaft and into my bones.
Gabe’s voice is a dark, rolling thunder above me. “You’re the filthiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Willow. You make me want to do every goddamn thing I’ve ever thought about.”
I can’t answer except to gurgle, and I’m almost glad for it, because if my mouth weren’t stuffed full of Julian, I would be sobbing out every mortifying, needy thought in my head.
The loss of breath is dizzying. The sheer pressure of everything, Xander’s ruthless fucking, Julian’s pelting thrusts, Gabe’s inexhaustible, possessive hands, sends me clear out of my body.
I float above us, watching these men devour me, and when I crash back into my skin it’s like someone sticks a live wire into my clit.
I come so fucking hard I scream around Julian’s cock.
My legs kick. My whole body seizes.
Xander snarls at my back, and I swear Gabe has to pin my shoulders to the rug to keep me from thrashing right out of their hands.
The orgasm is blinding, black out, almost painful. My vision winks to white, then claws back in slashes of color and heat.
I taste Julian’s come before I even feel it, salty and hot, hitting the back of my throat so hard I cough. But he’s greedy and won’t let go of my hair, so I swallow every desperate ounce of it, gagging and whimpering while the aftershocks crash through my body in shivering, violent waves.
Xander isn’t even slowing down.
I can feel him moving in me, brutal and mean, but then he pushes all the way in and holds me there, cock throbbing, fingers digging into my hips so hard I’ll wear the proof for days.
I feel him empty inside me, heat flooding so deep I can barely process it, and it tips me right into a second ugly, gasping climax.