Chapter 43
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Abby
“You ready for your reward?” Linc asks.
On our way up the stairs and into Kane’s bedroom, they worked to strip me of every last piece of clothing on my body. Now I’m lying on the bed staring up at three gorgeous men who are fully clothed.
The hunger in their eyes has lust surging through me.
“Please,” I say. I’m still sensitive from the orgasm I had in the car.
I might need to have Linc around for all my solo sessions from now on because that took a regular ol’ self-inflicted orgasm and made it earth-shattering, just like last time.
None of them moves. The only changes I see are in their eyes, which are greedily devouring every inch of me.
“I was good,” I say, a little worried they are going to back out on what was promised in the car.
Kane’s face falls. He moves onto the bed and over me with as much grace as one can have with their arm in a cast. “I fucking hate this thing,” he grumbles.
I glide my hands over his shoulders. “I’ll take that cast being a part of the equation over you not being here at all.”
He lets out a heavy breath. “You’re right.”
He shakes his head, seeming to focus back on why he crawled up here in the first place. His nose delicately traces over mine.
“You were such a good girl. Do you still want to have all of us at the same time?”
The mere mention of it sends a jolt straight to my clit. I try to squeeze my legs to give myself some kind of relief, but Kane’s thick thighs are in the way. He smirks down at me, realizing exactly what I was doing.
“Do you?” Linc asks.
I turn to look at where he’s still standing beside the bed. “Yes, more than anything.”
I don’t just want it. I need it. I feel like the pieces of me are floating around aimlessly, and the only way they will come back together is for us to connect as one.
Kane presses a kiss to my forehead before moving off the bed. My eyes roam between them, not knowing where to look as they free themselves from all their clothes.
Fuck me. I am one lucky lady to have all three of these men all to myself.
Wait…
I bolt upright, and they all freeze. “You guys aren’t going to be with any other women, right?” I ask.
We never specifically talked about this back at the bar, and now that it popped into my head, I really need to know.
“I know it’s selfish of me to ask, seeing as there are three of you and only one of me, but…”
“I don’t want anyone else,” Wyatt says.
“Same,” Kane agrees, and Linc nods.
Wyatt’s eyebrows draw together. “Do you want to be with other guys?”
I quickly shake my head. “No… no. I… not at all.”
A smile takes over Wyatt’s face as he prowls toward me. “You’re the only woman I can even think about right now. I’m pretty sure you ruined my brain.”
I try not to, but my smile stretches across my face when he hovers over me. “Well, if that’s the case, then you guys must have scrambled mine. Triple scrambled it, I guess.”
He laughs, letting his forehead fall against my shoulder. My fingers slide into his hair as we both laugh.
“I can’t believe I found someone who can match my level of weird,” he says, pulling his head back. “And you’re hot, too. Deadly combo.”
“Glad I didn’t disappoint.”
He starts trailing kisses over my neck. “Not a single fucking part of you.”
Next thing I know, they’re all surrounding me. Lips and tongues trail over every part of me. My body is a shivering mess with the anticipation of more.
I want them so badly. I feel like I’m going to float away from this bed, this planet, if they don’t escalate this quickly.
The telltale sound of the cap clicking open on a bottle of lube brings me back from the dreamland their kisses lulled me into.
“Have you ever done this before?” Linc asks.
“Anal, yes. The rest of this… no.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous about all of this, but I trust these men. I know they will take care of me, and I can’t imagine anything with them being bad.
“Did you like it?” Wyatt asks, tweaking my nipple between two of his fingers.
“I’ve only done it one time, and it was okay. I love doing it by myself, though,” I confess. They all freeze, mouths going slack.
“You fuck your ass when you masturbate?” Wyatt asks, wide-eyed.
“Sometimes,” I say with a shrug.
Kane groans, burying his face in my neck.
“Fingers?” Linc asks.
“Yes.”
“Toys?” he asks.
“Yes.”
His eyes darken even farther than they were before. “What kind?”
I kind of want to see if those eyes can get darker, so I give them a detailed list. “Dildos, vibrators, plugs, vibrating plugs, anal beads.”
Linc’s eyes do indeed grow even darker. The tension in his jaw is visible from how hard he’s clenching his teeth. He’d better knock it off, or this night is going to end with an emergency dental visit instead of him buried inside of me.
“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” Kane mumbles against my neck. He hasn’t moved since he nuzzled in there a minute ago. “I can’t get the image out of my head.”
“I’m going to need a live show one of these days. And I want to see this vast collection of butt paraphernalia,” Wyatt says.
I’m not going to disappoint him by admitting I made half of that list up. It isn’t that I would be against trying those things. I just don’t own some of the toys I so confidently rattled off.
Linc grabs my ankles, sliding them up the bed until my knees are bent. My attention is lasered in on him as he drizzles lube onto two of his fingers. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
“I won’t,” I say.
“Abby,” he growls. “I need to know you will tell me if we hurt you.”
“I will,” I say.
I know it won’t get even close to that point, but he needs to hear me say it. He needs to know I won’t just give in because I think it’s what they want.
But I want this with every cell in my body. I’ve never been one to bend to the whims of others, and I don’t plan on changing that now.
Linc slides his fingers around the tight rim. I let out a shuddered breath at the instant feeling of nerves igniting. He spreads the lube around, teasing me until I’m desperate for him to breach the ring of muscle and slide inside of me.
I let out a relieved breath that morphs into a groan as he eases one finger inside. He slowly works it in and out until he’s able to add a second.
There’s a slight twinge of discomfort, but Kane’s lips pressing to mine is the perfect distraction.
When Linc adds a third finger, Wyatt's fingers strum over my clit. I relax into it, wanting even more. “I’m ready,” I pant between kisses.
“Not yet,” Linc says. “I don’t want this to hurt.”
I groan, letting my head fall back onto the pillows. I grind my hips against Linc’s fingers that are slowly sliding in and out of me, ever so slowly stretching me open for them. After what feels like a lifetime, his fingers slide free.
The emptiness feels like it’s going to claw me open. I need them inside of me in one way or another right now.
They must sense my desperation because they move quickly, situating themselves around me.
I don’t know how they knew who was going to go where because they haven’t discussed it in front of me. Regardless, the way they all move with confidence is kind of sexy.
Linc lies down beside me. In one motion, he effortlessly flips me over to straddle him. My hair falls around his face like a curtain.
I take the opportunity to lean down and kiss him. His lips are surprisingly gentle against mine.
He removes the hair tie he had holding his hair in a messy bun, and his fingers slide into my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. He secures it in place with his hair tie. The act is so intimate. I am lost in the sea of his brown eyes.
His hands move to my hips. With gentle pressure, he guides me down onto his cock. I’m so fucking wet already.
He slides in effortlessly, piercing and all. The way it glides along my quivering walls makes me even more desperate than I already am.
I want to move. Grind. Bounce. Fucking anything. But Linc’s hands on my hips hold me in place.
“Come here,” he says, sliding one hand up to cup the back of my head. He pulls me down, so my head is resting on his shoulder. “Do you want Kane, too?”
I look back, seeing him kneeling right behind me. “Yes.”
Linc strokes my hair as Wyatt helps Kane squirt more lube onto his open palm. Kane wraps his hand around his cock, getting it wet from root to tip.
He rubs his finger over my hole, adding more lube. “You ready?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
He grips his cock with his good hand, sliding his tip around my hole. My eyes shut as he presses the head of his cock inside.
“Breathe,” Linc says, going back to stroking my hair. “Relax and let him in.”
Kane slowly eases inch by torturously delicious inch inside of me.
I can feel Wyatt’s hand stroking up and down my back, mumbling praises. I’m too lost in sensation to really tell what he’s saying, but I know he’s there.
Kane groans out something that might be words. Maybe it’s just sounds. I’m so full at this point, I don’t know how I’m going to handle it when they start moving inside of me.
I notice Linc’s hand in my hair has tightened, and his breaths are coming out in short pants. “So fucking tight,” he groans.
“Ready for us to move?” Kane asks. He sounds like he’s barely holding onto the last fraying strands of his control.
I don’t fucking know. How can I possibly take any more when this is already so much?
Linc moves below me just a hair. He isn’t trying to thrust inside of me, just adjusting his position. The smallest movement has his pressing against the perfect spot inside me.
I let out a whimper. I know it’s going to be a lot, but I need them to move. I need more of what I just felt.
“Yeah… yes.” It comes out on an exhale that I don’t even know they can hear.
Fingers grip my hip, and then Kane slowly starts sliding in and out of my ass.
“Fuck,” Linc and I both groan in unison.
Linc grips my opposite hip as he starts to grind up into me. He can’t move much in this position, but that small motion already has me seeing stars.
This feels fucking insane. I love being fucked in my pussy and my ass, and having both happen at the same time is like a cosmic explosion bringing me back to life.
Wyatt tilts my chin so I’m looking up at him. “Ready for me, beautiful?”
My mouth waters. It’s hard to focus with all the other sensations flooding through me, but I know I want this. I want Wyatt, too.
I move, so I’m on my hands and knees over Linc. Wyatt runs his thumb over my lips.
“I need to know what this mouth feels like wrapped around my cock.”
I can already feel my orgasm building. My lips wrap around the head of his cock. I suck hard, not messing around.
He keeps his hand around the base of his cock, so I can support myself with both my arms as I take more of him in my mouth.
It hits like a ton of bricks or maybe an asteroid slamming through the atmosphere. We’re all together.
I have never felt this connected to any singular person, let alone three of them at the same time. The individual points of contact seem to drift away.
Kane in my ass. Linc in my pussy. Wyatt in my mouth.
It all becomes one ball of need and building pleasure that’s threatening to explode inside me. The room is filled with our illicit noises, but it’s lost to me.
My orgasm slams into me so hard it knocks the air from my lungs. Every muscle in my body goes taut from the immense pleasure ripping through me.
It seems to go on forever, or maybe it’s multiple orgasms stacked on top of one another. All I know is that my body feels wrecked in the best way possible.
I might have blacked out for a minute because I come to with the taste of Wyatt’s come still on my tongue and a stickiness between my legs.
Gentle kisses are pressed all over my body with delicate touches that soothe my calming heart. A warm washcloth lightly swipes the tender flesh between my legs.
A shiver wracks my body. It’s partially from the chill in the air but more so from the emptiness that’s starting to settle in after what we just did. A large T-shirt is slid over my head, and my panties are pulled back up my legs.
Kane rolls me onto my side, so my back is to his chest. His good arm bands around me. Linc lies down in front of me, turning on his side to face me. He caresses my face, pouring so much care into each touch.
Wyatt positions himself between my legs, just like he did the last time we all slept in this bed. I let out a quiet laugh, realizing we’re all in exactly the same spots we were in then.
“I need a bigger bed, or maybe more than one bed pushed together,” Kane says.
“I kind of like sleeping this way,” Wyatt says. “Her pussy is right there for the licking anytime I want.”
“No,” I whimper, trying to shove his head away.
He kisses my thigh, then yawns so wide I’m surprised his jaw doesn’t crack open. He wiggles his face against my leg until he’s found the perfect spot.
“All I want to do is sleep right here.” He already sounds like he’s drifting off.
Kane kisses my shoulder. “Good night, sweetheart.”
“’Night,” I whisper. My own eyelids are feeling heavier by the second.
Linc ghosts a kiss across my lips. “’Night, angel.”
“Mmm,” I hum, resting my head against his chest as his arm wraps around me. The emptiness that started to creep in has fully vanished.
I’m left feeling fuller than I ever have. These men make me feel things I didn’t even think were possible.
I never understood how a heart could logically fall for different people at the same time. I’ve seen it happen, but I never understood how a heart was capable of such a thing.
Now, I can say with certainty that I get it. I feel three different loves growing in my heart in tandem.
None of them is stronger or more important than the others, but they are all brilliantly unique and special in their own way. The love is a reflection of who they are and who we are together… who we can be.
The last glimmers of consciousness settle around one thought. I’m falling in love.