Chapter 29 Aurora #2
Ryder leans down again, kissing me harder, as if my little sound was a challenge he can’t ignore.
He licks into me, coaxing my mouth open, and I let him in, clinging to him until my knuckles ache.
Zane’s behind me now, his hands at my hips, and I realize Finn’s let go, stepping away just to watch me.
Zane nips at the inside of my thigh, and my knees almost buckle.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
Finn pulls my shirt off slowly, like unwrapping a gift, his eyes dark as they take me in.
“Goddamn,” he breathes. “You look so freaking good, Aurora.”
Ryder moves behind me now, hands sliding around to cup my breasts over my bra, thumbs flicking over my nipples until I’m arching into him, needing more.
“I can’t believe you want us to ruin you here.”
My breath catches at that word, ruin. The way he says it makes it sound sinful. Delicious.
Zane kisses down my belly. “You want to be our good girl, don’t you? Let us take care of you.”
I nod. It feels like my whole body is nodding, my skin, my bones, the space inside my ribs where my heart is climbing the walls. I want to be taken care of. I want to be ruined.
Zane kneels, his hands slipping my leggings down inch by inch, desperately teasing, until the cool hits my thighs and I shiver for an entirely different reason.
He kisses the inside of my knees, then my thighs, and I swear I can feel the heat of his tongue even before he gets there.
He’s not in a hurry, and the anticipation is dizzying, every cell in my body reaching toward him like the only thing on Earth that matters is the next touch, the next kiss, the next flick of his tongue.
The room is small, and suddenly it feels even smaller, made of light and heat, the four of us pressed together in this perfect, necessary collision. I twist around, desperate to see them all at once.
Finn kisses me hard, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt.
I melt into it, his lips, his taste, the way he drinks in every gasp I make.
One hand tangles in my hair, gently but possessively, the other sliding down my back to grip my ass and pull me flush against him. I feel his heartbeat against me.
Fast, wild, like mine.
I moan into his mouth, hips rocking toward Zane’s tongue. It’s messy and hot and wild, and I’ve never felt anything like it.
And then Ryder is behind me again. “We’re going to make you feel everything, Aurora. No holding back.”
I believe him. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Zane’s fingers slip beneath my panties, and the moment he finds how wet I am, he lets out a low, appreciative groan.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “She’s soaked already.”
I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or empowered. Probably both. But when he pushes a finger inside me, I stop caring altogether.
My body jerks, back arching into Ryder behind me. Finn catches my face between his hands, watching every little reaction. “Eyes on me, Aurora.”
I force my eyes open. Finn’s gaze pins me in place, like the world might fall away if I look anywhere else. Zane’s finger curls inside me, and I cry out, but Finn hushes me with his mouth, eating the sound.
I want to touch them all. I run my hands up Finn’s chest, feel the rigid muscle beneath his shirt, then slide one palm back to Ryder, who is pressed flush behind me.
His own hands are everywhere. Kneading my breasts, tracing my ribs, skimming the line of my jaw, thumb on my chin to tilt my face for a kiss at his command.
I feel like I’m floating, held up only by their hands and their voices.
“You look so fucking pretty when you want it,” Ryder groans, nosing the corner of my jaw.
Zane is still on his knees, worshipful, alternating between licking me and stroking my thighs.
Finn steps back and pulls his jeans down, his cock already hard and thick, curving up toward his stomach.
He strokes himself lazily as he watches Zane work between my legs, and the sight alone nearly undoes me.
“Ryder,” I pant, reaching back. “Please.”
He doesn’t make me say it twice. His jeans hit the floor in seconds, and then I feel him, hot and heavy against my lower back.
“Bend over… I need to see your ass, Aurora.”
Finn grabs me by the waist, lifting me effortlessly and guiding me to kneel on the couch. Then Ryder’s there, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He slides in slowly, inch by inch, groaning low as he fills me.
“Damn, Aurora,” he hisses. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
He thrusts a little deeper, each movement sending a jolt of sensation up my spine, through my sternum, lighting up the backs of my knees.
I can barely catch a breath.
Ryder’s hands tighten around my waist, holding me where he wants me, as if he’s trying to keep me from dissolving.
I push back into him, desperate, greedy; his groan is guttural, almost animal.
Zane is in front of me again, kneeling on the sofa, his cock in hand, stroking himself as he watches Ryder slide into me. His eyes never leave my face.
“You want it, don’t you?” he whispers. “Want to be messy for us. Good fucking girl.”
I nod and open for him, lips parted, tongue out, and he pushes into my mouth, slow but insistent. I take him deep, the taste of salt and heat making my knees weak.
I move my mouth around him, tongue slick, and he shudders, hand threading into my hair, not forcing but guiding, letting me know what he needs.
The vulnerability of it, the way Zane so plainly wants, is enough to make me pulse around Ryder, who groans and drives harder, his hips meeting my ass with hungry, rhythmic slaps.
Finn’s beside me, his hands and mouth everywhere: stroking my back, threading his fingers through mine against the sofa, kissing and biting at my neck whenever he can reach.
The heat of his skin, the scratch of his stubble, the strength of his hands, every sensation layers over the others, impossible to separate, building me up in reckless and wild abandon.
They talk to me, all of them, sometimes words and sometimes just noises.
“Take it, pretty girl,” Ryder grits out, his thrusts quickening. “You’re so fucking tight. She’s perfect.”
I want to believe it, I want to be perfect for them, shattered and rebuilt and used up.
“You’re taking it so well. Fuck, she’s dripping. You ready, Aurora?” Zane’s voice splinters my spine.
My answer is a strangled moan, mouth too full of him to speak.
The salty, sharp taste, the slick slide, the groan of satisfaction from above me. I let my eyes flutter up: his head thrown back, throat working, the cut glass planes of his face rearranged by pleasure and need. I lose track of myself.
My body isn’t a boundary anymore. It’s a crossroads, a storm, a song played too loud. Finn’s arms around my chest, wrapped tight, his cock pressed hard against my thigh, not even inside me yet, and already he’s shaking with the effort of holding back.
Ryder fucking into me, every thrust staking a claim, Zane fucking my mouth.
He pulses against my tongue as he comes, and it’s like he’s exhaling a piece of himself right into me. I swallow, a little messy, and the taste burns itself into my mouth as the shudders travel through his whole body.
The way he holds my head, the little groan that breaks from his throat, the intensity in his eyes… I want to chase that reaction, again and again, from all of them, forever.
Finn finally loses whatever fragile control he was holding onto as he takes Zane’s place, sliding greedily between my lips.
The room feels too small for everything happening inside it.
Ryder’s pace falters behind me, his control slipping in a way that feels rare. Dangerous, even. His hand splays across my lower back, holding me, anchoring himself as much as me.
“Stay with me,” he mutters.
Zane’s hands are gentler now, his thumb brushing along my chest, calming me when my thoughts scatter.
My breath comes in uneven pulls. My skin feels too sensitive, every nerve still lit up, every place they touched echoing.
I know things are going to get much more dangerous from here on out, but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.