5. Meg #2
In the bedroom, I pause and look at them. “Clothes,” I say, and then laugh because it’s such a vague command. “On the floor is fine.”
Hudson is the first to touch me. “You’re sure about this?” he asks, fingertips hovering at my jaw.
“Yes,” I say, and tilt my chin into his hand.
His mouth is warm and new. The kiss is not a crash. It’s a steady press that asks and answers. My heart trembles against my ribs. When he leans back, he searches my face, and whatever he finds there makes him smile like he didn’t mean to.
Rocco’s hand finds mine, palm to palm. He kisses my knuckles like he’s greeting a stage he missed, and then he finds my mouth. His kiss is a slow build that makes the back of my knees do something interesting. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe and feel it all the way down.
Oliver crowds in last because he’s polite even when he shouldn’t be. He cups the back of my head with one broad palm and kisses me sweetly. “Still okay?”
“Yes,” I say, and it comes out steady. I feel absurdly proud of that.
We take our time with buttons and zippers. It’s weird how not-weird this is. Like we’ve been waiting to do this.
Hudson kisses my shoulder and says, “So pretty.”
Rocco’s fingers trace up my spine. “I like when you shiver from us touching you.”
I gulp. “Then keep touching me.”
“I won’t stop until you tell me.” His tongue traces a line up my neck that sends heat down low.
Oliver kneels before me, plants a kiss on my navel, as he ties his shoulder-length blond hair back. “I knew you’d be beautiful naked, Meg. Didn’t know it’d be like this.”
“I—”
His kisses trail lower until his mouth hovers between my thighs. One last glance up for permission, and I give it with a nod. That’s all he needs before hooking my leg over his shoulder and devouring me, clit first.
I lose my balance, but Rocco is right there, keeping me on my foot. His dark voice growls, “Let’s see if we can’t make this easier for him, eh?”
“What—”
He lifts me up, and out of instinct, I hook my other leg over Oliver’s shoulder. It’s not needed. Rocco has me securely in his arms, my ass on his hands like a throne, my body spread wide for Oliver.
When he moves side to side, going deeper, I can’t stop the gasp. Or the whine. “Mm, fuck!”
“That’s the idea, isn’t it?” Hudson murmurs just before he takes my breath away with another kiss.
I am dizzy on them—all of them. It’s not long before my body throbs in that familiar way. I roll myself toward Oliver’s handsome face, needing more, wanting more.
Wanting .
I shatter on Oliver’s tongue, cry out in Hudson’s mouth, and writhe on Rocco’s hands. It’s too much. It’s perfect.
Hudson helps me move my locked thighs from Oliver’s shoulders, and Rocco sets me to my feet, before Oliver comes in for a kiss of his own, tasting like me.
He’s panting, nothing but lust in his warm brown eyes.
He presses his forehead to mine as his erection digs against my hip. “I need to be inside you.”
I quickly nod and take his hand, leading him to the bed with the other two following. Oliver lies on the bed face up, looking every bit like the Ken doll I teased him he was when we were teenagers. Except anatomically impressive instead of just a weird bulge.
Never thought I’d see them naked. And each of their bodies is so different.
Aqua was right about that. Oliver is the tall, tan, blond pretty boy, muscular and lean.
Rocco is huge. Everywhere . He looks like he’s straight out of Italy with those hazel-green eyes, high cheekbones, dark brown hair, and a jawline that could cut glass.
And Hudson looks like danger. Black hair buzzed short to match his angular beard.
Sizzling blue eyes that promise a memorable time, good or bad is up to you. Muscles on muscles.
Each of them is a craveable variant of masculinity. Each of them is my best friend. I never saw them this way until today.
Is that true, though? Naked on my bed with them, I’m not so sure about that anymore.
Rocco comes in clutch once more, lifting me astride Oliver’s ready lap. He rumbles in my ear, “Take him first. He’ll get you warmed up for us.”
Oliver looses a laugh. “I tasted how ready I got her, and I know for a fact—” When my pussy kisses the top of his cock, he lets out a hiss of pleasure as his eyes roll back. “Fuuuck.”
“Condoms anyone?” Hudson blurts.
But I shake my head. “I tested free since my last. You guys?”
“I’m good,” Oliver says.
“Same here.” Rocco strokes down my back.
Hudson hesitates. “You sure, Meg? Birth control?—”
“I’m on the shot.”
He breathes at ease. “Understood.”
I roll myself forward and slide back, too wet to take my time with this.
Oliver stretches me open, making me shudder onto him until I have every inch inside of me.
It takes a minute to adjust to his length, but when I do, there’s hands all over my body.
Mouths too, on my nipples, my neck. The pleasure overwhelms until I can’t breathe anymore.
I surrender to it and explode.
When I come back to my body, I’m on my back, Rocco at my right, Hudson on my left, Oliver chugging water like his life depends on it. Hudson kisses over my heart. “Welcome back, pet. I need to see that again.”
“What?”
“How you are when you come. The way you lose yourself to it. I want to make you fall apart and put you back together again.”
I slowly nod, still foggy.
He kisses me, his tongue sliding past the seam of my lips as he rolls onto me. The weight of his body grounds me as I spread my legs for him. His cock is thicker than Oliver’s, and when he mounts me, it’s all I can do not to ramble gibberish into his mouth. The stretch intoxicates me.
He leans back, breaking our kiss to watch my face.
When he laces his fingers with mine, he holds me down so all I can see is him.
His back arches with his thrusts, digging into my G-spot every time until I’m vibrating inside my skin.
I rock up to meet him, sweat building on my lip.
But it’s when Rocco reaches down between us for my clit that all hell breaks loose inside of me, and I erupt in a howling scream as I come.
Hudson unleashes himself, whipping his body into me, gracefully violent and wickedly delicious as he comes too.
Both of us breathing hard, we disengage to catch our breath.
But Rocco has other ideas. He murmurs something in Italian before he rolls me onto my hands and knees.
He leans against me from behind, his big cock sandwiched by my ass as Hudson leaks down my thighs.
And then Rocco whispers in my ear, “Brace yourself, amor.”
He moves back and begins to enter me, his breath a whistle through his tight teeth.
I gasp from the sheer size of him, and just as I do, Oliver stands at the side of the bed and strokes my cheek. “Open up for me, baby.”
I do it without a second thought, taking him between my lips. He’s the distraction I need to keep me from focusing too hard on the near painfully-sized cock in my pussy.
Rocco purrs, “You’re so fucking wet, amor.”
“That’s me,” Hudson gloats.
Rocco snort-laughs and slaps my ass with his big hand. “It’s her. She’s the reason you made that mess. Credit where it’s due.” Then he thrusts halfway in. “See that? If you weren’t this wet, I couldn’t get that far so quick. You’re taking me like such a good girl.”
I’m trying to, but it’s almost too much. Not that I can say so with Oliver in my mouth. But I trust them not to hurt me.
And they trust me to take it all.
Soon, we’re rocking back and forth. Down Rocco’s shaft, swallowing Oliver into my throat.
I can’t take every inch of Rocco, but I’m doing my best. Then someone plucks at my clit, and I lose my fucking mind, screaming and bucking as I bowl through another orgasm, too enthralled to think, too gone to feel anything but pleasure as Rocco fills me to spilling.
Oliver loses it too, shooting down my throat while I mindlessly gulp down every drop.
Mine. They’re all mine.
Another orgasm follows that thought, and I shimmer out of existence inside of myself.
Time fades away. I barely know what’s happening around me.
Someone kisses my temple. Someone’s fingers lace with mine.
Someone says my name. The room smells like sex and skin and the last of my honey perfume and something else I don’t have a word for yet.
I close my eyes and let it be exactly as simple as it is.