Chapter Thirteen #3
I barely notice Hollis lay me down on the blankets, or Finn’s hands tugging at my jeans until they slip down my legs, along with my red panties.
I do notice Severi come up, and Hollis break the kiss just for a second to help tug off my shirt.
For a moment, all of them are just looking at me as I lie completely naked before my mates.
Severi runs his hand over his jaw. “Do you trust us, Tulip? I don’t know about the others, but I really want to see you come undone tonight.
“I’m your mate and I trust you all.” I whisper, knowing I do.
My cheeks are on fire as Severi smirks, looking over and Finnegan and nodding.
Severi steals my mouth and Hollis’ hands run across my breasts, making me moan into Severi’s mouth.
His hands tighten in my hand as Finnegan’s hands run up my thighs and I gasp he pulls my legs apart.
His hands tighten on my thighs as he runs his tongue up my slit, and back down before pushing his tongue inside me.
I moan, but Severi, Hollis and Finnegan work together.
Finnegan perfectly works my clit with his tongue, Hollis moves his mouth to my nipple while rubbing my other and Severi claims my mouth until I come—hard.
My back arches and I cry out, Severi pausing to let my cry of pleasure echo.
Breathlessly I lie back, looking at my mates.
I nod once at Severi and he has a silent conversation with my mates.
I know having more than one of them turns me on, but until this, I didn’t know how much I needed us to be together like this.
They all begin losing their clothes, and I’m glad they the clothes are out of the way.
They move me onto Aleksander’s lap, his chest warm and solid against my back, his breath steady against my hair.
His hands rest at my hips, not directing yet — just grounding me, anchoring me against him as Severi kneels between my legs.
Severi’s eyes find mine first, and he holds my gaze for a long moment, his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs with a look that makes me ache.
He leans over me, one forearm braced beside Aleksander’s shoulder, and I feel the heat of him before I feel anything else.
The tip of his cock presses against my entrance — just that, just a breath of pressure — and every thought I had dissolves. There is nothing but the anticipation of him, the way he pauses there, watching my face.
Then he pushes in.
Slowly. Deliberately. Every inch of him is thick and insistent, and I feel myself stretching around him in a way that pulls a sharp exhale out of me.
He doesn’t rush. He gives me him, and he is confident about it, watching the way my expression shifts, my lips parting, my head falling back against Aleksander’s shoulder.
By the time he’s halfway in I’m already gasping, fingers curling into whatever I can reach.
He is so big, and I know I’ve seen before, but somehow I forgot how big he was and how I knew he would stretch me.
My body wants more, so much more. “I love you. I’m with you, Tulip.
” His words of encouragement only turn me on more, and he knows it.
“Breathe,” Aleksander murmurs against my temple, and I do — a shaking, unsteady breath — and runs his hands up me, watching me with nothing but love and desire as I take his cock.
When he finally bottoms out, I make a sound I don’t recognise, low and broken, and Alek goes still under me.
Severi lets me adjust to him. His thumb strokes a slow circle against my hip.
Then pressure. Different pressure. Severi.
I hadn’t expected it. I hadn’t prepared myself for the blunt, insistent press of Aleksander’s cock against my entrance, already so full of Severi I can’t imagine how — and then Aleksander’s hands tighten at my hips, gentle and immovable at once, and I feel him begin to push in alongside him.
“Oh—” The sound comes out of me without permission.
He goes slowly. Slower than Severi did, easing in with a patience that borders on torment, his lips pressing once against the curve of my neck as he works himself inside me inch by careful inch.
Severi holds still, letting me feel every moment of it, one hand flat against my stomach as though he can feel himself through me.
By the time Aleksander has fully seated himself I cannot move. I cannot think in any language I recognise. I am utterly, completely full — split open and held there between them, every nerve ending singing. My thighs tremble.
“Are you okay?”
Hollis’s voice is close. His hand is closer — warm fingers cupping my cheek, tilting my face toward his.
His expression is soft, attentive, watching me with dark, careful eyes.
I nod, and something in his shoulders releases.
He strokes my cheekbone once with his thumb before he shifts his weight, kneeling beside me. I’m so turned on I can’t think.
His cock is level with my mouth, and he doesn’t push — he waits, letting me come to him. I part my lips and take him in, and the low sound he makes in his throat is its own reward.
Finnegan settles on my other side, and his touch finds my clit before I’ve registered he’s moved — two fingers, light at first, exploratory, learning the rhythm of my breathing before he commits to anything.
I gasp around Hollis. My free hand finds Finnegan’s cock and wraps around him, stroking slowly, instinctively, even as my thoughts blur further at the edges.
Rhodes takes my other hand. His grip is sure, unhurried, guiding my fingers around his cock and holding them there a moment before he lets me find my own pace.
I feel him watching me. I cannot look back — I can barely hold onto any single sensation — but his presence is steady at the edge of everything.
Then Severi moves.
It’s a slow withdrawal, almost the full length of him, and I feel every inch of it against every inch of Aleksander — the two of them inseparable inside me, the friction between them and around them something I will never forget or get bored of wanting to feel.
Then he pushes back in, and Aleksander pulls back in the same moment, and they find a rhythm together that shouldn’t work but does, perfectly, devastatingly, like they’ve done this before or like they’ve simply understood each other without words.
They move as one. They work me as one.
I moan, and Hollis swallows it — his hips beginning to move, fucking my mouth with the same patient, building insistence, one hand threading into my hair without pulling.
My own hands are moving on instinct now, stroking Rhodes and Finnegan without thought, and Finnegan’s fingers have stopped being exploratory.
He knows what he’s doing now. He rubs my clit in tight, relentless circles, and I feel the pleasure building past a point of return.
It builds faster than I expect. How could it not?
Every part of me is spoken for, every sense occupied, every nerve overwhelmed.
Severi and Aleksander drive into me together and together and together, my body rocking between them, and Finnegan doesn’t let up — he reads me like a map and he makes sure I enjoy it.
I cry out — muffled, desperate, caught between Hollis and the wreck of my own composure — and my whole body clamps down and shudders.
Aleksander’s groan is low and gutted as he thrusts hard, simultaneous with Severi, both of them losing their careful rhythm at the same moment, and I feel them come inside me at the same time I fall apart — a deep, spreading warmth that blurs into the pulse of my own release until I can’t tell where mine ends and theirs begins.
Hollis pulls free of my mouth and I hear him groan above me, feel the heat of him land across my chest, and somewhere beside him Onyx does the same, and I am gasping, trembling, still shaking with aftershocks I can’t control.
They ease out of me slowly, carefully, and for a moment I think I might simply dissolve — might become nothing but warmth and sensation and the echo of them.
Then Rhodes’s arms are around me.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, turns me, and I sink down onto his cock with a moan. My hips begin to move on their own. Chasing. Always chasing more.
His thumb finds my clit again, and he rubs me as he fucks me hard and fast.
He kisses me slowly, like we have all the time in the world, like no one else exists — and maybe for him, right now, it doesn’t.
His mouth is unhurried and deep and certain, and his hands know exactly where to be.
It doesn’t take long before my whole body is clenching around him as he groans against my mouth, his fingers twisting into my hair, his hips snapping up once, twice, and then the warmth of him spilling inside me as he holds me flush against his chest and doesn’t let go.
Breathlessly I break away, finding my mates all watching me, and I grin. “Why haven’t we done that from the start? I would have never tried to run away.”
Rhodes slaps my ass. “You’re trouble.”
“Perfect trouble.” Aleksander agrees with a groan. I don’t know who moves first but soon I’m lying back down, and we begin doing that all over again.