Chapter Twenty-Eight Lila #2
I shiver for no reason at all, because it’s plenty warm in here.
“Spread your legs for us, baby,” Hale whispers in my ear, nibbling on the lobe.
But he’s the one who does it for me, just like he did that day in his office, lifting one leg at a time to drape them over his. I’m left reclining against him, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than I ever have, and loving every second of it.
Noah and Evan are on the edges of their seats, waiting for their cue as Hale slips one hand around to my stomach, then glides it down between my thighs.
“She’s so wet for us,” he murmurs.
I moan softly as he circles his fingertips around my clit, dropping my head back against his shoulder.
Noah takes an audible breath.
“Reyes,” Hale says, pulling his touch away. “Do you want a taste?”
Evan is on his feet a second later, no verbal confirmation necessary. I lift my head to watch him approach, and just when he’s about to drop to his knees, I reach out a hand and press my palm to his abdomen.
“Off,” I manage to get out, half convinced that I’ve gone completely speechless.
Evan grins at me and pulls off his shirt. Then, with a nod at Hale, he lowers himself before my spread legs and wastes no time in burying his head between them. At the first lap of his tongue, more insistent and greedy than I expected from him, I arch off of Hale.
He’s prepared, though, wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me down as Evan feasts on me. His other hand finally goes to my breasts, pinching my nipple lightly as his lips lower to paint kisses along my neck.
I cry out, already so overwhelmed by the pleasure that I can feel my first orgasm rapidly approaching. Through a hazy vision, I twist my head to look for Noah. He’s smiling, still lounging on the sofa, stroking himself through his jeans.
Evan flicks his tongue. It’s too good, downright euphoric, and for some reason that means my instinct is to attempt to close my legs. But Evan plants his palms against my inner thighs and holds them open, while Hale keeps me trapped in his embrace.
When I climax, Hale rumbles with laughter as he clamps a hand over my mouth to muffle the half-scream that comes out.
Evan sits back on his heels, looking pleased with himself.
My stomach flips when I realize that they’ve only just begun.
Hale’s fingers return to where Evan’s tongue just was as the latter rises to his feet again. I whimper from the oversensitivity, but Hale croons a quiet encouragement onto my shoulder, and it’s not long before I’m swept back into another swelling wave.
He stops after barely a minute, though, removing his touch.
“Why don’t you go give Noah a taste of you, Lila?”
Noah smirks at me as Hale extricates me from him and nudges me up onto my feet.
Following some unspoken choreography, Noah pulls off his shirt and then slides off the couch to kneel on the carpet.
Hale remains sitting behind me, but Evan steps in with a hand trailing down my spine to guide me over to stand in front of Noah.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Blondie,” Noah says, reaching for me when I’m close enough and pulling me toward him. I stand with one heel on either side of his hips, legs spread as he cups his palms behind my thighs.
Evan stays close as Noah tilts his head up and drags his tongue through my damp core. It’s only thanks to his stable arm around my waist that I manage not to melt right then and there.
I drop a hand onto Noah’s head as he suctions his mouth around that sensitive bud and, much like Evan, shows absolutely no restraint whatsoever.
At the same time, Evan’s other hand slips down the swell of my backside and slips down between my legs from the opposite direction, just shy of where Noah’s tongue is doing heavenly things to me.
Evan slips a finger inside me, peppering kisses up the side of my neck.
I lose all composure. The self-consciousness fades away into nothing. All I know is that I am safe in the hands of these men, that they want to make me happy, and that, as Lou predicted, this is definitely going to be the best night of my life. So far, at least.
Because, apparently, I now have many more nights just like this one to come.
My second climax comes roaring to a peak, and this time I really do go limp. Evan and Noah catch me, carefully maneuvering me onto the couch. I sink into the cushion, gazing at them.
“I want,” I pant, “I want to touch you. All of you. You can’t just spend all night giving me orgasms.”
“Now that’s an idea,” muses Hale, but then he looks to Evan and Noah to say, “Logistically, I think we should take this to the bedroom.”
“True,” Noah agrees. He lifts me into his arms, following Hale as he stalks down the hallway. Evan brings up the rear, winking at me when I look at him over Noah’s shoulder.
Hale’s bedroom is much like the rest of the apartment, but without the twinkling candles. Instead, he flicks on a lamp that casts the space in a dim golden glow. Noah sets me down on my feet, and I realize that I’ve lost my heels somewhere along the way.
Oh well.
Hale takes my hand, leading me to the large bed. “I’m going to fuck you first, baby. Is that okay with you?”
It’s only fair, I try to say. After all, you’re the only one who hasn’t gotten the chance to yet.
Instead, I gasp, “Yes, please.”
He nods his chin at the mattress. “Wait for me on all fours, then. With your head at the end of the mattress.”
I give him a quizzical look, but he only chuckles and presses an oddly chaste kiss to my lips.
Figuring I’ll find out soon enough what comes next, I scramble onto the bed and rest on my hands and knees while they quickly do away with their clothing.
I don’t know who to watch, too mesmerized by how insanely beautiful they all are.
And then Hale climbs onto the mattress behind me, up near the headboard. I arch my spine in anticipation, my vision blurring as he prods my entrance. Evan and Noah hover nearby, gazes roaming from my face to my body as Hale slowly sinks into me.
I moan, dropping onto my elbows and pressing my face into the duvet as he sets a slow but ruthless rhythm, snapping his hips with each thrust.
“I fucking love the sounds she makes,” Evan whispers, reaching out to brush my tangled hair off my face.
I grab for him, craving more.
“Tell him what you want from him,” Hale groans to me.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say to Evan.
“As you wish,” he answers.
Hale’s movements become more gentle as Evan stands at the foot of the bed, his hips meeting my face as I lift my upper body back onto my palms. He guides himself past my lips, then cradles my head as Hale’s motions provide a smooth pace for both of them.
I swirl my tongue, relishing the salty taste of him.
But there’s still someone missing.
With my lips pouting around Evan’s cock, I can’t use my words, but Noah understands what I want when I make eye contact with him. He comes forward, coming to sit on the mattress beside me. Balancing on one hand, I reach for him and start stroking.
It shouldn’t be easy, but it all comes together like a strange symphony. I barely have to think about it. It’s like we’re all speaking a language that only we know, moving like a perfectly synchronized tangle of limbs.
Evan is diligent about not choking me, matching Hale’s pace even when he gets close to his own climax and loses himself in the bliss of the moment.
Meanwhile, as I’m jerking off Noah, he’s attentive to my body, fondling my breasts and then sliding one hand all the way down to my clit to add more stimulation to Hale’s thrusts.
Evan is the first to unravel, spilling onto my tongue and lips.
Then, when Noah’s fingertips touch me just right, I’m the next to go.
My third orgasm leaves me moaning embarrassingly loud, and it also causes Hale to increase the rhythm.
He pulls me up off the mattress, resting back on his heels so I’m one again in his lap, trapped as he thrusts up into me.
The other two watch with rapt, unapologetic attention as my breasts bounce with the action.
When Hale comes, I’m surprised by a fourth climax of my own.
But I haven’t forgotten my golden boy, so when Hale pulls out of me, I reach for Noah and roll onto my back, coaxing him between my thighs. He groans, sinking deep even with Hale still seeping out of me, and the mattress creaks as I cling to him and ride out the punishing tempo of his thrusts.
When Noah finishes, I lay there like a puddle of womanly goo in the center of the mattress and stare up at all three of them.
Hale smiles. “Does that answer your question?”
“My…?” I blink at him, remembering the very brief conversation that none of us were patient enough to finish. “Yes. Yes, I think I understand.”
“Good.” He exchanges a smirk with the others before looking back down at me. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, beautiful.”
I should be satisfied. That should have been more than enough for one evening.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline or the thrill of it, or perhaps something has finally unlocked within me and can no longer be kept hidden, but I’m not ready to press pause.
I bite my lip, lifting up onto my elbows. “We’re done?”
The three of them gape at me.
Noah quirks an eyebrow. “You want more?”
With a playful giggle that comes out far more coquettish and seductive than I thought myself capable of, I roll onto my stomach and look at them over my shoulder. “Don’t you?”
Hale barks out a laugh, then claps Evan on the shoulder. “I’m going to go warm up dinner.”
I pout as he departs, reaching for his trousers on the way out.
Noah smirks at me, then nods at Evan. “I’d like to watch.”
Evan chuckles. “Alright, then.”
Without warning, he reaches for my ankles, pulling me across the mattress until I’m halfway off the bed. My feet find purchase on the floor as he bends me over the edge of the bed and buries himself inside me in one harsh stroke.
I turn my face into the duvet to muffle my moan. But Noah comes to sit next to me and wraps my hair around his fist, tugging upwards to pull my face off the bed.
“Don’t you want Hale to be able to hear you from the kitchen?” he asks.
Evan shifts his stance slightly, angling deeper. I make a half-groan, half-shout sound. Evan gathers our combined slickness, trailing his fingers backward toward my asshole. He circles my tight entrance slowly—teasing, testing.
“Relax for me, baby,” he whispers, lips against my ear. “Just a little. Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nod, pushing back instinctively. He presses one finger in—slow, steady—until I’m clenching around the intrusion, the fullness overwhelming in the best way.
“Good girl,” he praises, voice rough. “Taking me everywhere.”
Noah’s grip tightens in my hair. “Fuck, that’s hot. You’re incredible, Lila.”
“Just. Like. That,” gasps Evan.
Noah smiles at me, keeping a firm grip on my hair.
“Oh, Lila, love,” he murmurs. “We’re going to have so much fun with you.”