19
DAMIAN
Cole: She said yes.
A surge of adrenaline rushes through me, going mostly to my cock. I’ve been trying to contain myself for weeks and it’s only gotten harder—literally and figuratively.
Me: She’s sure?
Fuck, this is unexpected. The way she reacted when we told her about the pact, I was pretty sure she was going to call it quits. Instead, she’s stepping up to the challenge—it’s turning me on. Although it doesn’t take much these days. It’s been over two years since I’ve fucked anyone and the thought of it being Thea makes the wait so much better.
I need to calm down. Just because she said yes doesn’t mean I’ll get my turn with her. We established the rules long ago after screwing up the first few times we tried to share a woman.
Rule number one is open communication, always. I’ll need to set up a group chat for the five of us. It helps keep everyone on the same page and honest. My brothers and I have our own group chat, where we can privately handle any issues or discuss progress with Thea. She doesn’t need to be in that loop while she’s adjusting to everything else. Rule number two is that no one is neglected. My brothers and I will have meetings to go over who may be needing more time with Thea. Rule number three is each couple will work out simple disagreements on their own. Only when it disrupts the rest of us, will I step in. Rule number four is consent. All parties must consent to sex unless consensual non-consent has been agreed upon. And consent can be revoked at any time without question. Finally, rule number five is the four-step program, as I’ve fondly nicknamed it.
Any woman that Cole or Sutton brings home will need to be… eased in. Since Thea started dating Cole first, they will set the pace for the rest of us. Wes, Sutton, and I can take Thea on dates, kiss, touch, but anything sexual is forbidden until she’s made progress with Cole first.
There are two reasons for this. Cole will undoubtedly have a special attachment to her since he’s the one who developed the initial attraction. He’ll get to fuck her first, it’s his right. Although Sutton’s history with her might complicate things.
Aside from that, Cole is the tamest of the four of us. He’ll get her acclimated before she moves onto Sutton. Then, she’ll go to Wes. Finally, to me. After that, rule number five is obsolete.
Wes and I are always the deal breakers. If she can’t handle our particular kinks, this won’t work. Thea will have to work her way up the steps to see if she likes what we have to offer. Not all women do.
Cole: Yes. I’m taking her to her apartment. Not sure when I’ll be home…
Sutton: Damn…
Wesley: Okay.
Is he going to fuck her tonight? I let my thoughts wander. It doesn’t take much for me to bring up an image. That day at the pool when we found Cole’s face buried in her pussy has replayed in my head too many times.
My hand runs over the bulge in my pants. Fuck, I need to get off. I unzip them and pull my hard cock out. Spitting in my hand, I grip myself and lean my head back in my computer chair.
Clear as day, I can see her bikini bottoms pulled to the side and my brother’s tongue licking into her pussy. Her back arched with her big tits pushed upwards. Moaning for Cole to stop teasing her.
I’m stroking myself faster, getting closer.
Then other images come forward. The last time I saw her, in that tight skirt. Fuck… all I could think about was bending her over the couch, pushing that skirt up, and ripping into those black tights just enough so I could slide my dick inside of her.
My balls tighten. I’m nearly there.
Almost being able to see her ass when she bent over in that sundress at game night. Her tits pushed up when she wears that one pink bra. The smell of her rich vanilla skin when she passes by me. Her pretty eyes looking up at me angrily when I’ve done or said something to piss her off. Her tongue wetting her pretty pink lips. Jesus.
I explode, my whole body tensing as Thea fuels my release.
I’m limp in my chair, a fucking mess. Wiping my hand on my pants, I head to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I’d planned on setting up the new group chat for the five of us, but that’ll have to wait until I’m out of the shower.
Thea’s going to be trouble like Wes predicted and I’m hoping it’s the kind I like.
THEA
“Tell me about how it works, specifically.” I’ve made my decision, yet that doesn’t keep my cheeks from flushing as I ask Cole about the intimate things that come to mind. He’s driving us to my apartment and although my eyes are laser focused on my hands in my lap, I can feel his gaze slide over to me.
His hand reaches over and rests on my thigh. It sends a jolt of electricity through me. “As in dating or…as in sex?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly as I watch his fingers tighten over my dress.
“Well, for dating, it would be like what we’ve already been doing. You’ll plan things with each person and go on solo dates, but we also spend a lot of time all together. It’ll take time to find a balance with everyone’s work schedules. Communication is very important, so we’ll have a group chat and a shared calendar so that everyone is kept in the loop. Consent is also important. You can take it away at any point and we’ll respect that.” He must see my eyes go wide. It seems complicated. “It’s really not anything to feel overwhelmed by. We’ll handle most of it. Once you’re comfortable, you can jump in.”
We’re getting close to my apartment and I feel like there’s still so much I want to know. Cole pulls in next to my truck and walks around to open my door.
“Do you want to come in? We can finish talking.”
His hand finds my lower back. “Of course. I have all the time in the world for you.”
I show him inside, quickly picking up the few things I have scattered around. Suddenly, I’m self-conscious. My apartment is nowhere near as nice as his home and I don’t have a housekeeper cleaning for me every week. “Sorry for the mess,” I mutter.
He doesn’t answer. I turn to find him standing in front of the framed picture on the wall, one I took, a black-and-white photo of tree-covered mountains shrouded in mist.
“This is amazing.” He admires it for a moment longer and then takes in the rest of the apartment. I half expect him to notice the scuffed up baseboards or the chipping paint of the kitchen cabinets, like my mother did. He doesn’t.
Instead, his fingers find my small trinkets on the shelves of my TV stand. Cole picks up a frame with a picture of Cassie and I. He’s not here to criticize insignificant details, he’s thoroughly interested in the pieces of my life that matter.
I pour us some wine and join him on the couch. I’m eager to hear more, although I don’t want to be pushy. He picks up on it and starts explaining.
“The sexual dynamics will largely be determined by you and what you’re comfortable with. You hold the power here. If you say to jump, we’ll ask how high.” While I appreciate being the center of the decision making for this aspect, I worry about their needs.
“What about what each of you wants?”
His fingers skate down my arm, his eyes follow the trail before flicking up to mine—dark desire swirls in them. “Love, what we want is you. Of course, we each have our own preferences and we hope that you’ll explore those with us. However, we also understand that this is all very new for you. We’ll take it slow and respect your boundaries.”
I nod and take a long pull of wine. “Do you ever… Have all of you…” I can’t bring myself to say it and I feel like a silly schoolgirl. It’s not that big of a deal, yet he sees my hesitation.
Cole lets out a breath. “All four of us with a woman? No. But we’ve had threesomes. It doesn’t happen often. It can vary depending on who’s around and the vibe. Everyone has to be into it. Mostly, it’ll just be one on one.” His answer relieves me. Although, the thought of having a threesome unspools the lust I’ve been trying to keep tightly coiled. “Is that something you think you’d enjoy? Being with more than one of us at a time?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. Cole smiles and then leans in for a kiss.
His hand finds my neck, running a thumb over my jaw. “It’s been very hard not being able to touch you like this. It’s all I’ve thought about.” He speaks the words against my lips before capturing them again. An urgency like I’ve never felt courses through me and our mouths are licking, biting, and sucking at a feverish pace. I want his hands all over me all at once.
I stand quickly, hiking up my dress before straddling him. I need all of him pressed against me. My knees push into the sofa as he slides his hips forward, allowing the weight of me to settle in his lap.
But this damn dress is too tight. He notices as well and slides the fabric up higher until it’s bunched around my waist.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes drawn to where my pussy connects with the bulge in his pants.
When his tongue swipes over his lips, I can’t control what comes next. My hips rock against him, the rough denim of his pants against me feels heavenly. Cole’s hands wrap around me, grabbing my ass and pulling me harder against him, making me gasp as he pushes into my clit.
I find a steady rhythm, knowing that getting off like this will be easy. However, Cole has other ideas. His hands smooth up my torso to my breasts. Grasping the strings that gather the front of my dress together, he gives them a tug so that I’m nearly spilling out from the slack.
He pulls the material down, exposing me, and doesn’t hesitate to take my nipple into his mouth, giving a long pull before moving to the other one.
Cole slides his hand between us, slipping beneath my panties, and runs his finger over the length of my pussy. “I love how wet you get for me.” His voice is low with desire and it sends a wave of excitement through me. He pushes a finger inside of me. My body adjusts to him quickly with just a few thrusts. Then he adds a second. “Ride my hand, love.”
I do as I’m told, rocking my hips back and forth. Cole pushes in and pulls out as I grind against his palm. I won’t last long. This feels too fucking good. He’s dragging my nipple back into his mouth, his teeth grazing me as I gasp in pleasure. It makes me ride his hand faster.
“I need you to come for me, Thea. Can you do that?”
“Yes…yes…yes,” I chant with my head thrown back. Then I’m coming undone. My skin is on fire as my hips buck against him and I clench around his fingers. Euphoria spreads through my body and my head feels hazy.
I fall limp against him as he kisses my lips tenderly.
Cole removes his hand slowly. With its absence, I feel the distinct hardness of his cock beneath me. The pressure of it sends small aftershocks through me. As the post climax haze clears, all I can think about is giving Cole the same pleasure he gave me.
I try sliding off his lap, yet he insists on holding me in place. “I need you in my mouth.” It nearly comes out as pleading. In all honesty, I’d beg for this. He loosens his grip, allowing me to sink to my knees.
My shaky hands fumble with the button on his jeans. Cole helps me undo it and pulls down his zipper. There is a moment of anticipation as I wait for him to pull his cock out. When he does, my eyes go wide. He smirks at my reaction.
I recover quickly, sliding my palms up his thighs and drawing myself closer. My hands gently wrap around the length of him and I lick my lips, wetting myself for him.
Leaning in, I swirl my tongue over his tip. Cole’s moan is all the encouragement I need to do it a few more times. His head falls backwards and his lips part.
Looking up at him from this angle makes me feel strangely powerful.
Taking him into my mouth, I smile at his slight gasp. I push him in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the feel of him filling me. And I don’t stop until he’s all the way in, then relax my throat so he can go a little deeper.
“Thea,” he whimpers.
I work my hand over him, stroking upwards, while my mouth slides down over the top of him. Finding the perfect rhythm, I squeeze and pump and suck until Cole is panting and muttering curses.
I feel it before he tells me. His cock swells against my grip and his muscles tighten. “Fuck, Thea, I’m going to come.” I know he tells me because he’s giving me the control of deciding where it happens.
My mouth doesn’t move from him as I keep my rhythm, then his hips are bucking forward and warmth is spilling down my throat and over my tongue.
His cock twitches as he comes down from the waves of pleasure. I sit back on my legs, swallowing him and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
When Cole comes back to reality, he leans forward, taking my face in his hands, and kisses me deeply. It’s a surprise, not many men would do something like that after he came in my mouth. It’s so fucking hot that he doesn’t care.