Chapter 29 All Rise #2
Jax's teeth found her neck; his version of holding still when stillness cost him. She clenched around both of them. Mateo exhaled sharply against her temple.
Mateo's hands moved in slow arcs against her sides. Jax's chest rose and fell against her back. She breathed out, and felt her muscles settle a millimeter she hadn't known she'd been holding herself up, sinking fractionally further onto both of them.
"Okay," she said. "You can move."
She hadn't realized her eyes were closed until she opened them and found Jiro waiting, watching her come back to the room. She reached for him.
His cock settled onto her tongue, her jaw stretching around him, her breathing immediately renegotiating itself, through her nose now, timed differently, built around his weight.
She reached for Liam. Found him, felt the heat of him, the pulse of him before she'd even moved her hand. His thumb settled across her knuckles like he was glad to be held.
Then she reached left, reaching for everything tonight, every single thing on offer.
"Christ," Caleb said roughly, nothing wholesome left in it. "You reached for us. Do you have any idea—"
She found him, the curve of him immediate in her palm.
"You're the greediest thing I've ever seen and I mean that as the highest possible compliment."
They didn't sync at first, Jax pulled back and Mateo followed instead of countering.
One graceless moment, her body lurching forward, hands finding Mateo's shoulders.
Jax went deeper. Her hips rocked forward, her hand lost Liam's rhythm, her teeth caught Jiro—his hand steadied her jaw, and everyone stilled for the space of a breath.
She had not appreciated how difficult this was going to be.
Like trying to pat her head and rub her belly except both hands were stroking cocks and her belly was being patted from the inside by two more and she had Jiro in her mouth—which, actually, was much harder than trying to pat her head and rub her tummy.
Caleb's hand closed around her wrist. Lifted it away. His hands found the hem of her shirt instead.
The first button slipped free. Then the second. She was being rocked between Mateo and Jax—their counterpoint finding its groove beneath her, her hips moving without her permission—and Caleb was unbuttoning her shirt by increments like time had stopped mattering.
Third button. Fourth. The fabric fell open, cool air hitting bare skin between her breasts.
Mateo withdrew as Jax pressed in. Then the reverse.
Her hips became the hinge, the motion tightening until there was no clean edge between them.
She felt both of them with each stroke, the counterpoint making every thrust arrive twice, sensation stacking until there was no clean edge between them.
Her inner walls fluttered around Mateo on the forward rock and gripped Jax on the return.
Caleb pushed the fabric aside and the shirt was half off her shoulders. One arm free, one still caught in fabric at her wrist where Liam's hand kept her tethered. Caleb's thumb found her nipple. "Been watching these through your shirt all night."
She caught sight of Arthur on the couch where he'd settled, one hand moving slowly, eyes on her. Caleb pushed the fabric the rest of the way down and off. She was pulled back into sensation before she'd finished looking.
She shifted and her clit caught pressure against Mateo with each thrust, sending a direct line of pleasure through her.
Caleb's mouth closed over her nipple. "Look at you taking both of them," he said, his voice breaking apart now, tongue flat and dragging. "Such a good little slut.”
Jax's next thrust dragged the barbells against her inner walls. Warmth spread low and heavy, Mateo’s pace setting it. Jiro's weight kept her breathing timed. Caleb's mouth on her breast pulled sensation upward while everything else drove down.
She moaned around Jiro. Mateo's eyes found her face.
"That's it, bellissima." Strained at the edges. "Let us feel you."
Her hips stopped chasing and started answering.
he rhythm clicked. Mateo retreated as Jax pressed in, her clit catching pressure on every forward rock.
Her body stopped fighting the dual fullness and started riding.
Jiro's rhythm became her breathing. She stopped fighting the current and let it move her.
"The sounds you make—" Caleb's voice dropped, desire and want stripped of anything scripted. His tongue dragged flat across her nipple. "Taking cocks like a champ. Absolutely dripping for it. Such a good girl for us. So real like this."
The pressure built quickly. Each thrust arrived with a twin: Mateo, then Jax.
Rocking her back and forth between them.
Caleb's tongue dragging. Liam steady in her palm.
Heat coiled tighter, her body winding toward an inevitable crest. She climbed.
Thighs taut, muscles wound tight, the dual fullness and Jiro's weight and her hand full and all of it converging—
The contractions hit like a crescendo. She clamped down on Mateo and Jax at once, feeling the resistance of them inside her make each pulse sharper, ridges catching and dragging with every spasm. Jax's grip tightened on her hips.
She moaned around Jiro and he pulsed on her tongue, his taste flooding her mouth. She swallowed, felt him shudder, his thumb moving once along her jaw. He withdrew carefully and pressed his lips to her temple.
Jax groaned her name into the bite mark on her neck, buried deep, and she felt his cock pulse through the aftershocks still wracking her, each throb of him making her clench again.
Caleb's mouth was still working her breast and the pulling sensation blurred into everything else as Mateo broke, forehead pressed to hers, her name on his breath.
The warmth of him spilling into her arrived with another contraction and she felt his cock twitch with each spurt, her body gripping both of them.
Her breathing slowed. The noise settling around her. Bodies going still. Mateo's chest was a furnace against her back; Jax curved around her front, broad palms roaming in slow aftershocks while his breath smudged the shell of her ear.
Her right hand still wrapped around Liam.
He didn't jostle for space; he simply waited until her pulse acknowledged him, then slid his fingers through hers, threading knuckle to knuckle like sealing a coil. Holding her hand while she held him.
His other hand rose, his thumb moved once along her jaw, and she leaned into it without thinking.
The world had already narrowed to the space between his eyes and hers.
Liam was watching her. His eyes steady on hers, like he had nowhere else to be.
He didn't speed up. Didn't chase it. Just kept shallowly thrusting into her hand, slow and unhurried.
He finished like that, the slick weight of him pooling in her palm while his fingers stayed laced through hers.
They held her there for a long moment, all four of them still connected, micro-shivers rippling through her, too sensitive to hide.
Mateo eased back with a final kiss to her shoulder; Jax stepped away, Liam’s fingers unlaced, giving her hand one last squeeze.
Her body clenched at the loss, too empty, too fast.
Caleb pulled the shirt free from where it still dangled from her arm, wiped her palm with it, and let it fall.
His arms came around her and he lowered her, following her down until his arms braced on either side of her head, his chest over hers, his hips settling between her thighs.
His weight sealed against hers, forming a quiet cavern and everything beyond his shoulders fell away.
She could feel his breath against her mouth, the steady rise and fall of his chest pressing into hers like a metronome only she could follow.
"Do you know what watching you did to me?" He lined himself up and pushed inside her. The curve of him dragged against her front wall as he sank in and she gasped, fingers finding his back.
"Still so tight. After all of that." His hips rolled, testing. "You can take more. I know you can."
He didn’t rush, settling into smooth, shallow thrusts, his hips rocking into hers like time could wait. His mouth found her ear, breath warm against her skin.
"April."
Only her name. Over and over between thrusts.
Her body stopped bracing. Her breath came slower, matching his rhythm.
"That's it. You can let go now. You've been so good. Took everything. Greedy, perfect girl."
When the release came it wasn't a wave. It was pressure letting go all at once, her muscles unclenching, her eyes stinging.
He groaned her name into her neck and followed. His weight pressed her into the cushions. His face pressed against her throat. Then he rolled, pulling her with him, settling her onto his chest.
Her cheek found his sternum. His heartbeat under her ear.
"You were incredible." His palm cupped the back of her, fingers threading through her sweaty hair.
Someone appeared with a warm cloth. Hands cleaned between her thighs while she stayed where she was, draped over him, breathing. Water pressed to her lips. She drank, tasting the faint mineral tang, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat.
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember how her body worked.
When she opened them, the room had shifted. Jax had settled into the armchair across from her, legs spread, completely focused on watching her, making no attempt to hide what he was doing with his hand.
"Comfortable?" she managed.
His smile was feral. "Very. This is the best part."
Caleb shifted beneath her, easing her upright before passing her to Killian. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, and she felt the hard length of him pressing against her, the drag of his shirt against her nipples, friction sharp enough to keep her present.