50. Callie #2
"Fuck-" His whole body jerked. "The lake. You bit me at the lake."
"I have a thing for your arms."
He laughed and thrashed and then his hand slid down between my thighs and found me and I came apart with his teeth at my shoulder and his arm in my mouth, and he followed me over with a sound I had never heard from him, spilling into me while both of us shook.
We collapsed forward together. His lips pressed to the back of my neck, once, soft as anything.
I was still catching my breath when Ben's big calloused hands closed around my waist and flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," I said.
And then his grin disappeared, and what was underneath it made my stomach drop straight through the mattress.
He sat back against the headboard and hauled me into his lap facing away from him, my back against his chest, his cock hot and hard beneath me, one arm banded across my ribs and his beard scraping my ear.
"Look at them," he said.
Cole was sprawled in the chair by the window, still catching his breath, watching us with those wolf eyes. Luke sat at the foot of the bed, flushed, hair wrecked, watching.
"They're going to watch me fuck you," Ben said rough against my ear. "And you're going to keep your eyes open the whole time. Can you do that for me, Cupcake?"
"Yes," I breathed.
He lifted me like I was nothing and brought me down onto him in one stroke, and oh my God.
Ben was the biggest of the three, and I felt every inch of him, thick and hard and almost too much, filling me so completely I couldn't tell where my own heartbeat ended and his began.
I cried out and my thighs shook and he held me, letting me feel exactly what I'd just taken.
"That's it," he rumbled. "Every inch. Good girl."
And then he moved, and he didn't give me a second more to adjust. He set a pace that was deep and hard and merciless, his hips driving up into me, one big hand spread across my stomach to pin me exactly where he wanted me, and every stroke dragged thick and devastating over every nerve I owned.
"Eyes open," he growled, when mine fluttered. His other hand came up and gripped my jaw, tilting my face toward the room. "Look at Cole. He's hard again already, just from watching you take me. Look what you do to us."
I looked. Cole's jaw was tight and his hand was moving over his cock and he did not look away from me for one second, and something white-hot went through my whole body.
"Now Luke," Ben said, thrusting up into me, relentless, his voice fraying at the edges. "Look at him. Man planned his whole life and you unmade him in one afternoon."
"Ben-"
"You feel that?" He ground up into me, so deep I saw stars. "That's what you do to me every single day. I joke about everything, Cupcake. Not this." His teeth found my shoulder. "Never you."
His hand slid down from my stomach and found me, working me exactly right while he fucked up into me, and with Cole's eyes on my face and Luke's eyes on my body and Ben's cock splitting me open and his voice filthy in my ear, I came apart so hard my vision went white, and he followed me with a groan torn out of his chest, holding me down onto him, both of us shaking.
He pressed one soft kiss to the back of my shoulder, completely at odds with everything he'd just done to me.
I should have been finished. Any reasonable woman would have been finished. I had been thoroughly, professionally, sequentially fucked by three large men and I felt like I was ready to sleep for a year.
And then Cole's mouth found my throat from one side, and Luke's lips brushed my shoulder from the other, and Ben's hands were still gripping warm on my back, and the version of me that wanted to sleep was outvoted three to one, which was becoming the story of my life and I could not have been happier about it.
And since I have always been a sucker for a good fireworks show, I did the math.
Each of them had already given me one, because Cole detonated on impact and Luke made me wait for the boom until I was begging for it and Ben was the ground-shaker that goes off so big and so close the whole crowd swears at once, but any woman who has ever sat on a blanket in July knows you don't leave after the good ones, you stay for the finale, when they stop taking turns and light everything at once.
I was lifted and turned and passed between them like a rag doll, and I gave up entirely on tracking whose hands were whose because there was no whose anymore, there was just want, surrounding me on every side.
Somewhere in the middle of it I reached back, grabbed a fistful of hair, moaned "Luke," and a voice that was definitely Ben's said, "Wrong guy, Cupcake, but don't you dare stop.
" Luke lost it first. Then Cole started laughing while he was inside me, which did something so devastating to everything happening below my waist that the laugh punched straight over into a moan, all four of us at once, and that was the moment I understood that this was what it was going to be like. Filthy and ridiculous. Forever.
Cole ended up on his back with me on top of him, seated deep on his cock, his hands hard on my hips. Then he pulled me down onto his chest, my hands braced beside his head, and Luke gripped my ass with both hands and hauled my hips up where he wanted them.
"Have you ever," Luke started, his slick fingers sliding lower.
"No. You're the first. Be nice to me."
Luke went completely still behind me. Then he exhaled and when his voice came back it was darker than I had ever heard it. "Cupcake. I'm going to be so nice to you."
He worked me open on his fingers until I was rocking between them, draped over Cole's chest, gasping at every shift, and then his fingers were gone and his cock was there instead, pressing in slowly and testing my patience one last time, and I felt myself stretch and give and take him, and the sound that came out of me was one I had never made before in my life.
Full. I have never been so full. Two of them inside me at once, and they were finding a rhythm where one was driving in as the other drew back, trading me between them stroke for stroke, and every nerve I owned was screaming about it.
Ben knelt in front of me at the head of the bed and fisted his hand in my hair, dragging my face up, his cock hard and heavy against my lips.
"Open your mouth," he growled. "You're going to take all three of us like a good fucking girl."
I opened.
And then all three of them were inside me at once, filling me everywhere it was possible to be filled, and I stopped being a woman with thoughts and became a single continuous sensation.
I gave them everything. I was everywhere theirs and it was not too much.
I was not too much. I was, for the first time in my entire life, exactly enough.
I opened my eyes at some point, right in the middle of it, stuffed impossibly full and held up from every direction, and I caught it: Cole and Luke and Ben, over my head, grinning at each other.
Fifteen years of friendship, grinning at each other across the woman they were sharing, like they'd pulled off the heist of the century.
"She's close," Luke growled, and drove in deep.
"Give it to us, Cupcake," Ben rasped, his rhythm gone ragged.
"Now," Cole said, and slammed up into me.
The finale is the part where the whole sky goes off at once, where you can't tell one burst from another, where the sound arrives in your chest before your ears, and that is my report on what happened next, because I came so hard I went somewhere else entirely.
I heard myself, even with my mouth full.
The bear heard me. Tessa's main house possibly heard me.
All three of them followed me over within moments of each other, a chain reaction, one after another after another, my name and curses and my name again, and then we all went down together in a tangled, sweating heap.
Nobody moved for a long time.
"Water," I finally croaked. "Someone. Anyone."
Three men got up at once. There was a collision and an extremely masculine negotiation conducted entirely in eyebrows, and then Ben went, and I heard him tell the bear, "Don't ask," on his way to the kitchen.
Luke pulled the blanket over us. Cole's enormous hand slid across the mattress and came to rest flat over my belly. Ben came back and handed me the water and kissed my forehead.
This was the moment I realized I was done being furious. I was home.51.