Chapter Nick
Nick
Her eyes drifted, hazy with pleasure, then sharpened as awareness returned.
I wasn’t finished with her.
I’d pulled back as she came, let her crest and fall—but that wave was spent.
Now it was about shaping the next one.
I smiled.
Her pupils dilated in response as I stood.
Alec and Rowan were still working her, stuffing her pussy, making sure their come was pressed as deep as it could go—claimed, sealed.
I rested my cock against her cheek, dragging the barbells slowly up and down her skin before lowering my balls over her lips.
Her tongue curled around them, one by one, careful and familiar, before she sucked gently on the hoops between them.
She knew exactly what I liked.
Rowan steadied her by the shoulder as he continued to move, Alec mirroring him as he lay back gripping her hips.
Alec usually took her alone—his width demanded it—but today was different.
Today she was meant to feel both of them together.
Her pussy was only the beginning; we enjoyed her arse the same way.
The thought made my cock jerk, tapping her cheek.
“Alec, sit her up on your lap and hold her open for me,” I said, guiding myself toward her mouth.
Rowan pulled back, watching as Ella licked slowly around the tip of my cock, cleaning away every trace of precum with deliberate care.
“A satisfied rating from me,” Rowan chuckled as he crossed to the single chair where his clothes lay.
Ella had just the tip in her mouth now, lips sealed around me. My attention snagged on the dark bruise beneath her eye. I hated it—not only because it reminded me of my mother, but because anyone looking might think one of us had done that to her.
Her mouth slipped free as Alec sat up with her.
I stripped out of my boots and denims quickly, urgency tightening my movements.
Alec pulled her off his cock with a low groan.
“Turn around,” I told her, and together we guided her, repositioning her until she faced me.
Come slid from her pussy, streaking down over Alec’s cock before dripping onto the couch. Alec caught the backs of her legs and lifted them, spreading her open for me as I stepped between his thighs.
“Quite a mess, Ella,” I said, dragging my cock through the slick heat, gathering what lingered before feeding it back into her hole.
Her lashes fluttered.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
But her body betrayed her—her pussy tightening, clinging greedily as if trying to keep me there.
Alec smirked as I pinned her calves to the back of the couch. He shifted his grip higher, holding her steady while I braced one hand against the cushions.
“Yes. Don’t go easy on her,” he murmured, lips brushing her neck. “Fuck that come inside her.”
“As deep as you can,” Rowan added, stepping closer to watch.
He was still dressed, save for his jacket and tie, which felt deliberate—observant rather than removed.
Ella’s gaze flicked between Rowan and me.
“What a messy little cunt,” I said as I pressed into her warmth, her gasp cutting sharp.
Pinned.
Spread.
Helpless.
Exactly how we liked her.
I leaned closer, crowding the space as her muscles tightened and fluttered around me. I moved slowly at first, dragging it out, fucking her until all their come coated my length.
There was nowhere for her to retreat.
Nowhere to hide.
I tightened my grip on the couch and thrust hard.
The wet slap echoed, sharp enough to make my jaw clench. My balls struck her slick cunt, over and over. Her lips parted, breath stuttering. Sweat dampened her hairline, her cheeks flushed, colour blooming across her skin.
Beautiful.
Breeding Ella’s cunt was no hardship.
Quite the opposite.
The sudden, violent urge to come made me growl as I drove into her harder, faster. Her eyes flew open. Alec chuckled.
“That’s it, Ella. Take Nick in that pretty ruined hole,” he said, releasing one leg to wrap his hand around her throat.
I didn’t last long after that. Every squeeze of Alec’s fingers made her clench around me, dragging me closer to the edge.
“The hole that’s going to be my new screensaver,” Alec mused.
“No,” Ella gasped.
“Fuck,” I grunted as she worked me, her body betraying her again.
Best pussy I’d ever been inside.
“Look at him,” Alec continued softly. “How much he needs you. How much he loves fucking your cunt.”
Her eyes stayed locked on mine.
Alec’s grip tightened.
I hammered into her, fast enough that my legs brushed Alec’s with every thrust. Ella’s hand came up, pressing against my chest as I felt her start to break again.
“If you’re a good girl,” Alec whispered into her ear, “I’ll let you fuck your arsehole on my dick again.”
“Oh, she liked that,” Rowan chuckled.
I panted as I drove into her spasming cunt, the tension snapping all at once.
I came hard, deep.
Her body rippled around me as I spilled inside her. I groaned, pulling back only to slam into her again, the sound wet and obscene.
“She loves a good choking,” Alec sniggered.
I held her gaze until her eyes finally slid shut.
There was no denying it—she loved the depravity of all of us.
But sometimes, just sometimes, that empty look crossed her face. Blank. Distant. Like she’d gone somewhere none of us could reach.
I didn’t linger on it.
I was already thinking about how to tilt her hips just right on the couch—about doubling down later, here and at home.
There was still so much to do.
So much to explore.
?
?
?
She was still asleep on the couch. I’d folded my jacket and tucked it beneath her hips without thinking about it, muscle memory taking over. Rowan had draped a blanket over her shoulders—one I hadn’t even known we kept in the office.
I lit a cigarette, keeping my movements quiet.
“I’m taking her home when she wakes up,” I said.
Alec and Rowan exchanged a look. Not surprise—recognition.
“On your bike?” Rowan asked, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth.
“Does she have a helmet?” Alec added, eyes still on Ella.
I tipped my head back and blew smoke toward the ceiling.
“I bought one for her.”
That earned a pause.
Rowan’s smirk faded into something more thoughtful. “You don’t buy helmets for people you’re just passing through.”
I didn’t answer.
Alec rubbed a hand down his beard, gaze fixed on the slow rise and fall of her chest. She looked smaller like this. Unguarded. Not performing. Not braced.
“Isn’t it time,” Rowan said calmly, “to admit she’s part of us?”
The words landed heavier than I expected.
Alec didn’t argue. Didn’t joke. He just watched her, jaw tight, eyes dark with something I recognised because it lived in my own chest.
Possession, yes.
But also responsibility.
I took another drag, tapping the excess ash into the ashtray.
Ours.
“Perhaps,” I said at last.
None of us looked away from her.