Chapter 19 Team Building Exercise #3
Slowly, so slowly, he pulled back, then pressed in again, making minute progress each time.
"Relax," Arthur murmured, one hand rubbing her hip, his other coming around to find her clit.
Creating a soothing counter pleasure that let her open herself to him.
"You're doing so well. Taking my cock in your ass so perfectly.”
She could feel the way her body gripped him, the slight pain that was sharp enough to turn into pleasure, the impossible stretch of it.
The combination sent pleasure through her.
Not an orgasm but close. A relaxation of tense muscles and suddenly he was seated fully inside, his hips flush against her ass.
Her body pulsed around him, gripping and releasing, adjusting to the fullness.
Every breath creating awareness of how much space he took up inside her.
"Oh fuck," she gasped.
Arthur started moving. Deep thrusts while his fingers worked her clit sent her brain into a tailspin of sensation and half-formed thoughts that kept running out of air.
Jiro moved in front of her, already naked and hard. He guided his cock to her lips—but his eyes found hers first. Asking permission without words.
April opened for him, taking him into her mouth while Arthur fucked her in slow, relentless strokes that filled her with pleasure and rocked her forward into Jiro.
"Oh fuck yes," Jax breathed, his grip tightening on himself. "That's perfect."
Arthur's pace increased. The slap of his hips against her ass, and the wet sound of his retreat filling the room. His fingers worked her clit. Jiro’s length pulsed on her tongue.
A muffled sound tore from her throat around him.
Jiro's hand came up to cup her face, his thumb stroking her cheek while he watched her suck him. Eyes bright and steady and witnessing.
She was climbing, getting close, so close—
"Not yet," Arthur said, and his fingers left her clit.
April whimpered in protest. Her body clenched hard, desperate. Jiro pulled back gently, his cock slipping from her mouth. "Not yet," he echoed softly, and his hand giving her face a gentle caress. "We're not done with you."
Arthur withdrew from her ass slowly, leaving her feeling hollow and desperate. The denied orgasm left her trembling.
"Come here," Arthur said, and he didn't wait for her to stand.
He leaned over her, two big palms clasping around each thigh, and lifted, spreading her wide and pulling her up against his chest in one motion before straightening to his full height.
Her legs in the air, her back flush against him, her feet touching nothing.
Like gravity was a suggestion he'd declined.
She was completely, obscenely exposed.
Her pussy was level with Jax's face where he sat on the couch. Slick thighs, the swollen flush of her cunt, Arthur's cock hard and resting heavy between her cheeks and Jax's hand stilled on his cock, his thumb frozen against the bottom rung of piercings.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed, "I can see every-fucking-thing from here,” his eyes tracking down her body with the slow precision of someone cataloging evidence. Spread wide open and dripping onto Arthur's cock, and you're not even inside her yet."
Arthur leaned back, hitching her higher, and the shift settled his cock into the groove of her ass, the head finding her crevasse, nosing into the slick heat until it notched against her opening.
Then he lowered her onto it, and her own weight did the rest. Gravity pulling her down in a relentless slide, a slow drag of dick against skin stretched too full.
Her ass clenched against him, fighting and sucking him in with every press until she couldn't tell where resistance ended and want began.
"Breathe," Arthur reminded her, steady against her ear, and the breath she'd been holding broke out of her in a gasp, her body clenching and softening and adjusting around the impossible fullness of him.
Jiro stepped between her spread legs and hooked an arm under her left thigh alongside Arthur's, spreading her wider to make space for himself until she was truly suspended.
Arthur's chest solid and immovable behind her like bedrock, Jiro's heat crackling against her front like summer lightning about to strike.
Two forces that shouldn't be able to coexist in the same space, and her body the only territory where they did.
They looked at each other over her shoulder in silent understanding, a confirmation their system was still there.
She was close enough to Jax he heard when it fell out, barely a whisper. "I'm a hammock made of men."
A laugh cracked out of him, short, pained. "You're suspended between two cocks and that's where your brain goes—"
But Jiro was already reaching between them. His hand wrapped around his cock, guiding the head to her entrance. He pressed there without pushing, the blunt heat of him resting against where she was wettest.
Then he sank forward, his hand feeding himself in inch by inch as her body opened around him. Until his hips pressed flush against hers. His forehead came to rest against hers, sealing the space between them.
The fullness was total. Both of them inside her, filling her completely, stretching her in ways she'd never felt before. She could feel every ridge, every vein, the way they moved against each other.
"Oh my god," she gasped. The geometry of this seemed suspect. Except it wasn't. Except she could breathe here. In this space between impossible things, a puzzle piece clicking home in a space she hadn't known existed.
"Good?" Jiro's breath mixed with hers.
"So good," she managed. "So full." But that was all she could manage because they started moving.
She was suspended, at their mercy. Every thrust sending sensation rocketing through her.
They moved with a lethal rhythm. Arthur pulling back as Jiro pushed in, a perfect oscillation of sensation.
They knew each other’s timing without speaking.
Arthur's cock dragged against the sensitive walls of her ass while Jiro hit the spot inside her that made her see stars.
"Look at you," Jax said, and he sounded wrecked. His hand started moving again, faster now, chasing his own edge. "Fucking gorgeous."
Arthur's mouth was at her ear, dick still thrusting in her ass. "You're doing so well. So perfect for us."
Jiro's eyes never left hers. Like he was memorizing every expression, every sound she made. His gaze combined with the sensations being rocked through her pushed her to the edge. Everything in her drew tight, her body bracing around the pressure.
"I'm going to—"
"Yes," Arthur said, his voice firm. "Come for us."
The orgasm broke over her like a mountain meeting sunlight; Arthur solid and immovable behind her, absorbing every tremor, and Jiro blazing in front of her, his eyes holding hers through all of it, bright and unblinking.
Her body clenched around them in long pulses, and a sound tore from her throat that she’d never made before and couldn’t reproduce.
Jiro's eyes stayed locked on hers through it all.
Jax came with a groan from the couch, his hand moving faster over the piercings, his usual control shattered completely.
Then Arthur, buried deep, his grip tightening as he finished with a low sound against her neck.
Jiro followed, his rhythm stuttering as he pulsed inside her, his forehead still pressed to hers like he couldn't bear to break the connection. Then he kissed her, nothing like the intensity before it. A kiss like the first color breaking through after the sky clears.
They held her there for a long moment, her body trembling between them, aftershocks still rolling through her.
Arthur didn't move right away. He bowed his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the curve of her shoulder, then another, softer still. His mouth lingered there, breath warm, steadying her while her body came back online.
Jiro stayed close, one hand cradling her face. His forehead pressed to hers, breathing with her until the shaking eased.
They slowly, carefully lowered her, Jiro catching her easily, gathering her up against his chest. Then Arthur lifted her again and carried her to the couch.
April couldn’t form words. She felt like a landscape after weather: rearranged, still settling, not sure yet what shape she’d be when it was over.
Jiro cleaned her up, taking his time. His eyes finding hers once like a question she answered by not looking away.
“Drink,” Arthur said, holding the bottle to her lips. She drank, her hands shaking. Arthur’s palm settled over her hair. “You did so well.”
“That was art,” Jax said. “Genuinely. You three should tour.”
Jiro’s mouth curved. Arthur ignored him.
Jax leaned over and kissed her forehead, then handed Arthur the dress without being asked.
Arthur cupped April’s face. “How do you feel?”
“Like I discovered muscles I didn’t know I had,” she managed. “And also like I might never walk normally again.”
Jiro laughed softly, pressing another kiss to her temple. His forehead rested against hers for a moment. “You were incredible.”
They helped her dress. Arthur’s arm looped behind her as she stood on shaky legs.
“We should get you back to the others,” Jiro said.
April looked at the three of them: Arthur's careful attention and Jiro's soft smile, Jax watching with a satisfied smirk.
"Yeah," she said.
They made their way back. April was as clean as wet wipes could manage. Probably a step up from those whorehouse sponge baths in Victorian novels, but the concept felt the same. Despite their help, she was flushed and disheveled in a way no amount of smoothing could entirely fix.
When they walked into the booth, the men all looked up. They knew.
Caleb’s grin was immediate. He caught her hand and pulled her down between him and Liam, his arm hooking over her shoulders and tucking her against his side.
“Have fun?” He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.
Then Liam leaned in from her other side and his hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. The tenderness of it after everything that had happened sent a shiver through her.
Her thighs clenched, her clit gave a traitorous little pulse.
We literally just—you are very greedy.
But her body didn't care. Her skin was still oversensitive, every point of contact registering like a live wire.
She could feel the pleasant ache settling in—muscles she'd forgotten she had making themselves known.
The glow hadn't faded yet. She felt warm and used and satisfied in a way that made her want to melt into the booth and never move.
The men were talking. She wasn’t tracking the words, only the low rumble of voices around her and the weight of attention that never quite left.
She could still feel them—the phantom weight of Arthur steady behind her, the warmth where Jiro’s forehead had pressed to hers, a pleasant ache settling into muscles she'd used in ways she hadn't known they could move.
I fit there. Between them. In that impossible space.
She was settling into it. Caleb’s arm solid around her. Liam steady at her other side. Killian watching from across the table. Mateo sliding a fresh drink toward her without comment. The charged air of the booth wrapping around her like she could stay here forever.
Then she shivered again. Different this time. Like when you're sunbathing and a cloud blocks the sun and suddenly the warmth is gone and you're just cold.
She looked up.
And there he was.
Chad.