Chapter Forty-Two Sam #3
Mountain takes my hands and helps me up.
I wrap my arms around his neck, reveling in the feel of his naked body against mine.
The first time we were together, we didn’t bother to undress, so finally being able to see and feel all of him is perfect.
Alex, too, considering there was no way we could get completely nude in that dressing room.
Mountain positions me ass up over the arm of the couch, guiding my legs until I’m arched to his liking.
As he saddles up behind me, Alex rounds the arm of the sofa, his cock staring me in the face.
He leans down to kiss me, then lines his dick up with my mouth.
I’m not given a moment to brace myself before they enter me at the same time.
Just like before, Mountain barely fits, only this time, my whine is stifled by Alex’s dick.
My body winces, but Mountain rubs my back, gently deepening my arch and keeping his hand in place.
“Just breathe. It fit before, and it’ll fit again,” he says behind me.
I gush at that, my core pulsing with need.
I’ve already come once tonight, but I can do it again with one of them buried inside me.
They take their time with me, slowly fucking me from both ends, goading me until I have no choice but to believe I can take all of them.
Over and over Mountain fucks my dripping pussy while Alex has his way with my face.
“Hhm,” Alex grunts. “So fucking perfect taking us both.”
Mountain’s hand comes down on my ass, and I whimper around Alex’s shaft. Propping a leg directly behind mine, Mountain grips my waist and digs deeper until he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck, Sam,” Mountain roars, and it sends me over the edge again.
My walls contract around him, milking him. My vision blurs again, the telltale sign that I’m just on the brink of my second orgasm for the night.
“You’re coming. I feel you,” Mountain announces, his grip tightening.
“Shit,” Alex mutters. “I’m right there, too.”
Alex holds my head, while Mountain continues to guide my hips.
I meet them halfway, throwing my ass back on Mountain and cupping Alex’s sac, sucking him like my life depends on it.
Then the floodgates open. Blood rushes to my ears, and my body turns molten.
Every nerve ending lights up, overwhelmed and electric.
Mountain groans behind me as he slams deeper and harder. My thighs tremble, slick with sweat and shaky. Alex curses and fists my curls, barely keeping still while I take him to the base.
“Fuck, it’s coming,” Alex grits out, his voice ragged. He pulls back just enough for me to continue sucking the tip while he jerks the base with rapid succession.
Anchoring me in place, Mountain grinds slow, devastating strokes, stretching and owning me. And when my climax slams down on me, it’s violent and life changing. I’m a shuddering mess, crying out around Alex’s length as he shoots his seed down my throat.
Alex moans.
I feel Mountain tense behind us, feel the shift in his stroke enough to know he’s teetering right behind us. Then he quickly pulls out, finishing and coating my back in his essence.
“Sam,” he groans before collapsing on me, wrecked and panting. Once he finally catches his breath, he kisses my shoulder. “You okay?”
Alex strokes my hair, voice hoarse. “Too much?”
I shake my head. “That was perfect. But now—”
We turn to Kane, and I can’t believe what I’m looking at. He hasn’t moved an inch, but the slow movement of his hand in his pants gives away his desire. He didn’t just watch them wring me dry, he touched himself to the sight of it.
Mountain helps me up, not letting go until he’s sure I can manage.
I saunter forward, feeling like the sexiest woman in the world with the way he’s watching me, eyes glued to my swollen, freshly fucked mouth and tight nipples, before he finally focuses on the space between my legs.
The closer I get to Kane, the deeper he sinks into the dining room chair, his legs opening wide for me.
I reach to cup his face, searching his gaze for any sign that he doesn’t want this. My stomach churns at the thought of him not choosing me.
“Your turn?” I whisper, though it’s more of a question.
Then he takes my hand, and I release a breath. My shoulders relax as emotions swell in my chest. Kane pulls me into his lap. There’s nothing gentle about it. There aren’t any pretenses, and he doesn’t hold back. I straddle him, my bare skin brushing denim, and let him look at me.
He touches my face, his thumb rough against my cheek.
He brings our foreheads together, and for a second, neither of us breathes.
Then his mouth is on mine. It’s not a kiss as much as it is survival, like if he lets go for even a second, we’ll both disappear.
He bites my lip hard enough to sting and I moan, leaning in, subconsciously daring him to do it again.
And he does, this time like a brand. I arch into him, grinding down.
Kane shudders, his hands finding my hips.
“Do you want this?” I ask, somewhat afraid for the answer. “Do you want me?”
He breathes for a moment, then looks me in the eye. “No.”
My heart stops, devastation blooming inside me.
“I need this. Need you.” His eyes flick across my face.
My breath hitches, and a single tear falls.
“I’m in this.” He nods. “You’re ours.”
I kiss him and eagerly peel his shirt over his head.
He helps me, then lifts enough to free his dick.
Kane lines himself up and thrusts into me in one brutal stroke.
He glides in, deep, the pressure shocking.
I gasp, and he groans while bucking up into me.
We find a rhythm that’s savage and unrestrained.
He fucks me like he’s punishing us both, and I meet every thrust with equal force, loving the way he fills me.
We barely notice the others, but I know they’re there, watching. And it’s almost overwhelming. We’re doing this. It’s unconventional, but it’s ours. Throwing my head back, I ride the wave, giving myself to him fully. It doesn’t take long for my body to chase another release.
I’m close, so close, and he senses it. Kane slows down, rolling his hips, changing the angle until I see stars. He brushes my hair out of my face, holds my chin so that I have no choice but to look at him. I watch his face twist in pleasure, feel his grip tightening.
Then he kisses, deep and slow, while keeping pace. I fall apart on him, sobbing his name. Having come three times back-to-back, Kane has to wrap an arm around me to keep me from falling into a puddle around him. After a few more thrusts, he quickly lifts me up and finishes on my stomach.
Breathless, he kisses me before tucking his face against my ear. “I love you, too.”
An hour later, a knock at the door jars our attention. We stare at each other, equally confused.
“Who’s that?” Kane asks as he stands.
“Don’t ask me, this is your house,” I answer and glance at Alex.
Mountain fixes his eyes on the door. “One of you expecting someone?”
Alex peers out the window, his brows creasing. “It’s Gracie.”
Moving toward the door, Alex unlocks it and pulls it open.
“Hey,” Gracie mutters, and there’s sadness in her tone.
The moment Gracie sees me her entire body shudders. Sad eyes stare back at me, and I immediately sense she is not okay.
“What’s wrong?” I reach out to hug her.
Gracie’s shoulders shake before the sound of her cries fills the air.
Guiding her farther into the house, I continue to hold her.
Alex closes the door, then joins my side.
Thinking fast, he rushes into the kitchen and returns a second later with paper towels.
I take them from him, and without breaking my hold on Gracie, I slowly walk us over to the loveseat.
“Did something happen? Are you okay?”
Finally, I pull away and allow her to sit.
Her eyes are bloodshot red, far redder than they should be for this to be the first time she’s cried today.
Whatever it is, it’s eating at her. I can see the worry in her gaze, the fear, the regret.
She takes the paper towel when I hand it to her, using it to dry her eyes.
“What’s wrong, Gracie?”
She looks at me, her face contorting as she fights to keep from heaving. “I’m sorry.”
Taken aback, I glance around at the boys who share my confused expression. “For what?”
“I need to tell you something.” She drops her head and rips at the used tissue.
“Gracie.” I sit down beside her, taking her trembling hands in mind. “Breathe. You’re one of the best people I’ve met in my life. There’s nothing you can say that will change that.”
She sucks in breaths, one after another, until her body starts to settle. Then she wipes her face once more and shifts so that she’s looking only at me.
“What do you need to tell me?”
“My father is a horrible man.” Gracie swallows, and the moment hangs between us.
Numbness dances up my arms, and I brace myself for the worst.
“You’re scaring me,” I admit while searching her face.
“I’m your sister.”