Ella
I stared into Nick’s eyes while Alec whispered in my ear. His tattooed fingers tapped against the armrest, slow and deliberate. I drew in a sharp breath as the image of myself with Rowan and Alec flashed through my mind.
But Nick.
He was just going to sit there and watch?
I looked away as Alec’s hands closed over my breasts, his thumbs grazing my nipples. The touch made my stomach tighten.
“You’re ours now, Ella,” Rowan said as he moved in behind me, the space suddenly crowded with bodies. “We own you.”
He’d made that clear when he’d left me kneeling on the floor, wearing his come. It had been humiliating—and somehow, not enough. I didn’t know if this was the solution, but my body reacted anyway.
“Our little fuckdoll,” Rowan continued, grinding himself between my arse cheeks, “who’ll learn how to take all of us.”
His cock pressed against me like a hot pole.
Alec was still in his sweatpants. He brushed against me, and I felt the shape of his dick through the soft fabric.
Rowan gripped my shoulders and sat me on the edge of the bed. He didn’t speak. He simply took my knees and spread me open.
I planted my hands behind me on the mattress and tilted my face toward the ceiling, eyes closed. I couldn’t bear to see all of them watching me.
“She’s wet,” Alec said, his voice bright with satisfaction.
“Take a look at what you’re missing out on, Nick,” Rowan taunted.
Fingers dug into my inner thighs before I felt a mouth on me. He groaned against my pussy, the vibration making my insides clench. His mouth spread wide, licking and sucking at me with relentless focus.
I broke, a whimper slipping out before I could stop it.
Someone shoved me flat onto the bed with a low growl.
My eyes flew open. Rowan was on the mattress beside me. Nick was still in the chair.
Which meant Alec was the one between my legs.
I couldn’t think—couldn’t even—
Rowan’s head dipped as he gripped my breasts, pressing them together hard enough to make me gasp. Then his mouth closed over my nipples, licking and sucking until my back arched.
I rocked against the bed, clawing at the sheets, trying to lift my hips to meet Alec’s tongue.
This wasn’t what I’d expected.
Them.
All of them.
Alec sucked at my clit, then thrust his fingers inside me. There was nothing gentle about it. He forced me open, stretching me until his fingers were buried deep.
My body shook. My hips flew off the bed as I cried out, relief crashing through me. They didn’t stop—licking, sucking—while my pussy clenched hard around Alec’s fingers, my release coating them as the pleasure rolled on.
When I opened my eyes, Rowan towered over me, a smirk curving his mouth.
“Good little slut,” he crooned. “You came hard and fast.”
Alec straightened behind him, his mouth and beard visibly wet.
“That one was for free,” he said, licking his lips. “The next one will cost you.”
Nick still hadn’t said a word.
And I didn’t care.
Not when I was too busy ignoring the warning signs glinting in Alec’s eyes.
Rowan grabbed my hands and hauled me off the bed. Alec spun me around and forced me down onto my knees. When I looked up, Rowan’s cock was right there as he sat back on the edge of the mattress.
“On your hands and knees,” Alec said behind me. “Take care of Rowan’s cock.”
“Like a good bitch,” Nick hissed.
I leaned forward, placing my palms flat against the floor. On my hands and knees for them. Rowan threaded his fingers into my hair, and I opened my mouth.
Hungry.
Wide.
He tightened his grip and pulled me down onto his cock until I choked.
Alec spread my arse, and something wet dripped between my cheeks. His fingertips followed, slow and deliberate, until they pressed against my arsehole.
The douche.
That was why Rowan had told me to use it.
Alec pushed in as Rowan began using my hair to guide me up and down his cock. I moaned around him when Alec slid a finger inside.
“Fuck,” Alec hissed. “She’s so tight.”
The discomfort was bearable—until he pressed a second finger in alongside the first, slow at first, stretching me further.
I tried to reach back, instinct taking over—but I heard footsteps.
Nick.
He twisted my wrist behind me, pinning it hard against my back.
“You need to let them use your holes,” he said quietly. “All of them. Got that, Ella?”
Rowan yanked me off his cock and turned me to face Nick. I blinked hard, forcing the tears back as he crouched in front of me, his gaze locked onto mine.
I nodded.
“Relax those muscles,” he said. “Let Alec in.”
I nodded again.
Then he stood, turned away, and walked back to his chair.
“Open,” Rowan snapped, impatience sharpening his voice.
I did as I was told, concentrating on relaxing my muscles. Multitasking, I discovered, wasn’t as simple as people liked to pretend. The discomfort eased as I learned their rhythm—Rowan thrusting upward, forcing my throat open, while Alec worked in tandem with his fingers.
He added more lube. Then another finger.
A dull, persistent ache followed.
I exhaled slowly and pushed out as he moved, meeting the pressure instead of fighting it.
That was when it clicked.
I adjusted—breathing through my nose, keeping my muscles loose, pliant.
Soon, I was rocking back and forth between them, caught in the push and pull.
It was disgusting.
Messy.
Degrading.
And yet—freeing.
Nasty.
Pleasurable.
I must have completely lost my damn mind.