Chapter 24
NOELLE
In all the times we’d been together, nothing prepared me for tonight.
When things heated up with me and Ash, I’d expected a quick tumble in the kitchen.
A look at the clock showed we’d been in the kitchen for an hour, and they showed no signs of slowing down.
Ash had lived up to his promise.
He’d fucked me hard and fast, much to my delight.
I’d been prepared for it to end there, but they surprised me again when Bishop moved behind me.
“Can you roll onto your back, Noelle?” Always so polite. So caring.
So why had he rejected me earlier?
I thought back to our moment during the party when I’d come onto him beneath the mistletoe as I flipped from my stomach to my back.
Bishop stroked his thick cock, his eyes holding mine with that stoic fire burning deep in the depths.
He was a man of few words, and from what I’d learned, he would never hurt me.
His rejection had hurt. But was it really rejection?
The soft light from the pantry highlighted one side of his face and cast his scars in shadows.
Concern lingered in the tight lines fanning out from his eyes.
He leaned over me, bracing his weight on his palms where they rested on either side of my head. “What’s bothering you?”
“Nothing.” The response came automatically.
I wasn’t used to anyone actually caring about my feelings.
Bishop made a rude noise.
His thumb skimmed my temple. “I don’t believe you.”
Despite Ash and Rafe close enough to hear every word, my world narrowed to me and Bishop.
His face took up the entirety of my vision, and I blinked back sudden tears.
“Come on. You can tell me.”
I blinked and sniffed, humiliated that he’d brought me to tears with his concern. “I thought you’d rejected me.”
A single line cut a groove between his eyebrows. “Never.”
I realized that now.
It hadn’t been rejection.
He’d been trying to protect my drunk ass.
My less tipsy self recognized the truth.
Bishop was as far away from being an asshole as possible.
He was nothing more than a massive teddy bear who couldn’t stand the thought of taking advantage of me in that state.
It said a lot for his integrity that he’d refused me.
I wasn’t that drunk, but to him, my lowered inhibitions were enough to put up a no crossing sign.
“Thank you.” I squeezed his shoulders and ran my hands up and down his arm. “Will you fuck me now?”
A coarse laugh vibrated his chest. “Yes, Little Viper, I’ll fuck you now.”
A gleam in his eyes made the line disappear.
He stayed in place above me and rotated his hips. “I had plans to worship every inch of your skin. Like Ash, I enjoy a taste.” He buried his nose in my neck and inhaled. “And you are so very delicious.”
I arched into him when I felt the head of his cock press into my entrance. “You can do anything you want to me.”
They all could.
I had no reason to hold back anymore.
Ash had given me two orgasms already, but my experience with them so far made me believe I had a lot more coming my way. A snort of laughter caused my lips to twitch.
Bishop watched my expression like it was the most important thing in the world.
What a contrast it made to the powerful, intimidating persona he exuded without even trying.
I’d seen how some of the club avoided him.
I placed my palm against his cheek, and he turned his head to kiss my hand while entering me.
He moved so slow, it caused my entire body to light on fire.
Our skin stuck together from the leftover sugar that had covered my body and transferred to the table and my hands when I moved positions.
Rafe and Ash carried on a quick conversation to one side.
The two of them stood naked and proud, cocks at attention.
Rafe made a hand motion toward me, and Ash nodded.
He deferred to Rafe, but there was respect in their relationship and the way they treated me.
Bishop stopped with half his cock inside me. He withdrew and entered me again, taking a completely different approach from Ash.
They were so different from the monsters I’d been told about. Nothing about them scared me.
I hooked my heels in the back of Bishop’s thighs and drew him closer. “More, Bishop.”
“You’ll have all of me.” He kissed the underside of my jaw.
“You’ll have as much as you can handle, and then some.” He pushed deeper with every word, filling me so completely I felt it in my belly.
I’d never seen a cock as big as any of theirs, much less experienced it.
Now that I’d had them, I never wanted to go back.
Bishop shifted his stance so my legs fell further apart.
His kisses slowed.
The rasp of his tongue traveled from my collarbone to my nipple.
Then, Rafe and Ash were there.
The three of them worked so seamlessly, I barely understood it.
I recognized each touch.
From the way Rafe pinched my nipple a little too hard—but in a way that made my pleasure spike—to how Ash bit and nipped at my ribs before he kissed me.
I languished in the attention and lifted my hips to meet Bishop’s thrusts.
More.
The thought barely crossed my mind before Bishop answered me with his full length.
One hand slid between us, and he pressed his thumb into my clit while rocking his hips. “Come for me, Little Viper.”
I’d never been one for nicknames, but this one grew on me.
Little Viper.
It gave me a place with them, a title that sounded badass instead of cute.
Bishop had learned all about me in a short amount of time.
He knew how to meet me when I arched my back, silently asking for more.
He understood that I loved having pressure on my clit.
It was easier when I rode them, but Bishop wasn’t about to back down.
The pressure of his thumb on my clit increased.
A shiver ran the length of my spine.
My scalp tingled, then burned as pleasure spread to all my nerve endings.
Soon, I needed all of them inside me at the same time.
I didn’t care how it happened.
They were enough one on one.
I would never think otherwise, but there was something gratifying about taking all of them together.
It made me feel powerful.
They allowed me to feel that, and I could never thank them enough.
Bishop’s strokes deepened but stayed slow and steady.
He built the tension and pleasure at his pace, like he had all the time in the world.
“Bishop.” I groaned on the taste of his name. “You feel so damned good. I’m coming for you.”
“Yes, you are.” He bared his teeth in that smile I’d come to love and worked my clit with his knuckle. “I feel you tightening around me. You want to come. We want to see you come again.”
“Yes.” Rafe pinched my nipple, sending pleasure straight to my pussy. “Then I’m going to climb on this table and fuck your ass while Bishop finishes. You’ll sit on my lap and ride my cock.”
“Can I suck on Ash’s cock too?” I licked my lips in anticipation. “Or can he and Bishop fuck my pussy while you’re in my ass?”
“So greedy.” Rafe made it sound like the best thing in the world.
I’d never considered myself turned on by the controlling Alpha-male hype, but damn if Rafe didn’t do something to me when he praised me.
It was one of those things that I should be ashamed of but he’d shown me how to appreciate.
Bishop’s cock and the pressure of his knuckle drove me into a mind-numbing ecstasy.
I couldn’t care less about anything except my wants–however wild and crazy they might be.
I raised up halfway, using his shoulders to brace.
Grinning, Bishop swept me off the table and into his arms.
“Holy hell.” I slid further onto his cock as his arms banded around my waist. “Oh, fuck. You’ve done it now.”
What had started as a slow orgasm burst into fiery sparks that sizzled across my entire body.
Rafe came up behind me and settled his cock at my ass.
Every bounce from Bishop’s arms sent Rafe's cock pressing into my back entrance.
Deeper. Deeper.
My mouth opened in a breathy sigh.
Rafe used my downward momentum to fully enter my ass.
A scream of pleasure locked in my throat.
Bishop’s lips found the pulse point in my neck, and he sucked the throbbing beat and rocked his hips so I glided over both his and Rafe’s dicks.
God, it felt so good. Just one more.
Other people might see them as monsters, but to me they were the best thing to ever happen in my life.
Ash joined us, his body pressing into mine from the side.
I shifted to try and force them to make room for him, and Rafe walked me backward to a clear spot on the floor.
Before I understood what was happening, they lay on their backs on the floor and Ash was working his cock in alongside Bishop’s.
“Oh.” I panted with every movement. “Yes. That’s what I need. Fuck yes. All of you. All of you.” I lifted onto my knees.
My body stretched to accommodate all three cocks, and I’d never felt more fulfilled and alive than in the moment when all three men held onto me.
We fucked hard enough to put bruises on my knees.
Who cared?
I rode their cocks, using every trick I knew, had seen, or read about, and some that I made up on the spot.
Bishop cupped a breast in his large hand and drove his cock deep. “I feel Rafe and Ash too.”
“You take all of us so well,” Rafe crooned from behind me.
His cock swelled in my ass, growing so thick, I completely lost control.
All day, I’d tried to find leads on who had been responsible for the blackout.
I’d never been more determined to clear their names than right now.
I couldn’t explain how I knew they were innocent.
What they did to me was not innocent.
But they were good men bearing the blame for crimes they didn’t commit.
Rafe swept my hair off the back of my neck and fisted it tightly.
He tugged my head back, exposing my throat.
“Fuck us, Noelle. Take your pleasure and give us ours.”
The command rang through me, and I increased my pace, lifting higher and stroking harder.
Our bodies worked together in a mixture of grunts and sighs.
Ash twisted his hips, which caused both him and Bishop to change the rhythm.
“I can’t…” I gasped a sob of pure bliss. “Fuck me, I can’t stop. I’m so close. You’re all so fucking magnificent. Come with me.”
I locked eyes with Bishop, who nodded. “Come with me.” I couldn’t see Rafe, but his hot breath spread across my back.
“We will.” His reassurance was the last thing I needed to let go.
My vision blacked out.
The world spun around me in dizzying loops as the best orgasm of my life ripped my soul from my body.
I shook from head to toe, and they trembled with me.
I had no idea who came first, but I felt all three swell and release in a rapid series of pulses.
I collapsed forward into Ash and Bishop.
They whispered into my ear and brushed my hair away from my face.
Our heartbeats crashed together, and I couldn’t catch my breath.
Rafe massaged my spine and hips. “You’ll be sore tomorrow. Bishop, we need to get her into the bath.”
I started to protest, but before I could, I was airborne.
Somehow, they’d all stood, and Bishop held me in his arms.
Any thought of protest died on my lips as we headed up the stairs.