Chapter 19
Callan
Istare at her and feel the last of my restraint peel off in strips.
Just you.
She says it like it is simple. Like she has any idea what those two words do to a man who has spent years making himself unreachable. My chest feels too tight. My skin feels too aware. Every part of me that hates contact, hates closeness, hates being crowded, goes dead quiet for her.
That is the most dangerous thing in the room.
I move onto the bed slowly because if I rush her, I will scare myself more than I scare her.
Aidan shifts back without complaint. Ethan watches me with a dark look I do not have time to interpret.
Annabelle stays where she is, legs open, body flushed, eyes locked on mine like she is waiting to see if I will take this from her.
I will.
“Say it again,” I tell her, my voice low enough to scrape.
Her breath catches. “I want you.”
I crawl between her legs. My hand settles on her knee first, then slides up her thigh. She trembles. I feel it through my palm. I keep going until I reach the slick mess between her legs and hold there, looking down at her.
She is beautiful like this. Ruined. Open. Wanting.
I exhale once, rough and unsteady, then bend and put my mouth on her.
She cries out instantly, back arching off the mattress. The sound goes straight through me.
Fuck.
I flatten my tongue and drag it up her slowly. She jerks under me, one hand flying to my hair, then hesitating for half a second like she is not sure if I will tolerate it.
I lift my head just enough to look at her. “Keep it there.”
Her fingers tighten.
I go back down and take her clit into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp my name.
It hits me somewhere I have no name for.
I have spent too much time imagining this and refusing to imagine it properly.
None of it comes close to having her spread beneath me, shaking for me, trusting me to take what I need.
My hand slides under her thigh and hooks it over my shoulder. She opens wider with a broken little moan that I feel in my spine. I lick her again, slower this time, then press two fingers to her pussy and push in.
The slick heat of her pulls a sound out of me before I can stop it.
“Callan,” she whispers.
I curl my fingers inside her and watch her come apart in stages. Her mouth falls open. Her thighs tense. Her chest lifts on a hard breath. I keep my mouth on her clit, ruthless and steady, giving her no room to hide from it.
Behind me, the bed shifts. I know where Ethan and Aidan are without looking. I know they are watching. I know they are as gone for her as I am, and that only makes me go harder.
I nip her clit and thrust my fingers deeper. She bucks into my mouth, helpless and needy, and I fucking love that I can do this to her. I love that she asked for me. Me. Not because my brothers were unavailable. Not because she was taking what was left. Because she wanted me.
That fact is going to live in my bones.
Her hand tightens in my hair again. The touch is hot under my skin, and instead of recoiling from it, I angle my head to give her more.
I add a third finger and feel her pussy strain around it at once. She moans my name, and I nearly lose my mind. I drag my tongue over her clit, then suck again, harder, while my fingers work her open for me.
Annabelle trembles harder. Her hips move without rhythm, chasing, pleading with her body even if her mouth doesn’t. I lift my head long enough to look at her.
“You want to come on my mouth?” I ask.
Her eyes are glassy. Her lips part. “Fuck. Yes.”
“Then do it.”
I put my mouth back on her and give her no mercy. My fingers curl deeper, finding the place that makes her cry out and twist. I keep hitting it, precise and relentless, while I suck her clit until she can barely stay still.
Her thighs shake against me.
My name breaks out of her, louder this time. “Callan.”
I look up at her again, keeping my fingers moving.
She comes hard.
The violent clench of her cunt around my fingers is brutal.
Her back arches off the bed, and her hand clutches my hair so hard it borders on pain.
I don’t stop. I keep my fingers moving, keep my mouth on her, drawing every last tremor from her body until she slumps back against the sheets, breathless.
Ethan shifts beside me, his hand brushing against my shoulder. “Your turn,” he murmurs.
I pull my fingers from her slowly, watching as her body shivers at the loss. My cock is aching, hard and heavy. I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want to fuck her like I’m proving something. I want to take my time and ruin her properly.
Annabelle’s eyes flutter open, her gaze locking onto mine. I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering against her cheek. She leans into the touch, her eyes never leaving mine.
I move up her body, my hands sliding under her to lift her hips. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively. The contact sends a jolt through me, but I ignore it. I need to be inside her more than I need to breathe.
I press the head of my cock against her, watching her face. She lets out a silent gasp, her eyes darkening as she feels me. I push in slowly, one inch at a time, giving her time to adjust. She’s tight, still fluttering from her orgasm, and the heat of her nearly undoes me.
Her hands come to my hips, fingers digging in. “Callan,” she whispers, and the sound of my name on her lips is enough to make my vision blur.
I sink deeper, inch by inch, until I’m fully buried inside her. The sensation is overwhelming—her warmth, her slickness, the way her pussy clenches around me like she never wants to let go. I grit my teeth and hold still for a second, fighting the urge to move too fast.
Annabelle’s breath hitches. “Please,” she murmurs, her voice raw.
I pull back slowly, then thrust forward again, deeper this time. She gasps, her back arching off the bed. I do it again, setting a rhythm that’s slow but relentless, each stroke deliberate, each movement designed to make her feel every inch of me.
Her hands slide up my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my skin. The sensation is sharp, almost painful, but it grounds me. I don’t want to be gentle. I want to take her apart piece by piece until she can’t remember her own name.
I shift my grip on her hips, lifting her slightly to change the angle.
The next thrust hits deeper, and she moans, her head tipping back.
I do it again, harder, watching her face as the pleasure builds.
Her lips part, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
I can feel her tightening around me, her body responding to every movement, every touch.
I stop being careful. My hips drive into her harder, faster, chasing what I want without apology.
Her nails rake my skin, and I barely feel it.
I want more. I want her to really try to hurt me.
I grab her wrist and pin it above her head without breaking rhythm, and she gasps, her whole body jolting with each thrust. I reach between us and press my thumb hard against her clit, no patience in it, just pressure and friction and the single-minded intention of making her come again before I do.
She clenches around me so hard I nearly black out. Her free hand flies to my shoulder, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood. I don’t stop. I can’t.
I ignore everything except the way her cunt is gripping my cock, her body arches under mine, and she makes a sound that isn’t quite a word.
Her breath hitches with every thrust. I drop my mouth to her ear. “Come for me,” I growl. “Now.”
Her body obeys instantly. She cries out, her back bowing off the bed, her pussy pulsing around me in hard, relentless waves. The sight of her breaking apart under me is enough to push me over the edge. I drive into her hard and deep.
“I want her arse,” Aidan murmurs.
Annabelle gasps through her orgasm, but I pull out and lie back, so she can crawl over me.
Aidan scoops the juices out of her pussy and preps her rear hole before she has even sunk down on my cock again.
She lowers herself onto me, her body still trembling from the last orgasm.
I feel every inch of her as she takes me in, her tight heat wrapping around my cock.
Aidan pushes a finger inside her, and she tenses.
“Let him do it,” I murmur.
She nods and relaxes.
I grip her hips, holding her steady as I thrust up into her.
She gasps when Aidan removes his fingers and presses his cock against her hole. She tenses again for a second, her breath catching, but then she relaxes, her body yielding to the pressure. The sight of her like this—open, trusting, taking both of us—sends a jolt of possessive heat through me.
Aidan pushes in slowly, his jaw clenched tight. Annabelle gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusts to the stretch.
“Fuck,” Aidan grits out, his voice rough. “So fucking tight. So perfect.”
Annabelle whimpers, her body trembling between us. I slide my hands up her sides, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her cry out. Her pussy clenches around me, and I groan, my hips lifting to bury myself deeper.
Aidan moves, slow at first, then not. His hips snap forward hard enough to drive Annabelle into me, and I grip her waist to keep her from losing the angle. The sounds she makes are involuntary. That’s what I want.
I stop matching his rhythm and find my own, thrusting up into her on the off-beat so there’s no reprieve, no moment where she isn’t being fucked by one of us. My fingers dig in hard enough to bruise. I don’t ease up.
Her head drops forward. I grab her jaw and tip it back up. I want to see her face.
Aidan’s hand closes around her throat—not lightly. His thumb presses into the side of her neck until I can see her pulse jumping against it. “You like that, little bell?” His voice has no warmth in it. “Taking both of us like a good girl?”
She can’t answer. Her mouth opens and closes. Her hips are no longer moving on their own; we’re moving them for her. “Yes,” she finally manages, wrecked. “God, don’t stop.”
I keep my grip on her jaw and watch her face as Aidan’s cock drives into her again. Her eyes are glazed, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sight of her like this sends a dark thrill through me.
Aidan’s hand tightens on her throat, just enough to make her swallow hard against his palm. “Look at her,” he mutters, his voice rough. “Filthy girl taking two cocks at the same time. Isn’t she perfect?”
Her pussy flutters around me, her body trembling with the effort of taking us. My cock throbs inside her, every thrust sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. I shift my grip on her hips, lifting her slightly to change the angle, and she gasps as I hit deeper.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “I can’t—”
“You can,” I say, cutting her off. “You will.”
Aidan’s hand slides from her throat to her hair, tangling in the strands and pulling her head back.
His mouth crashes down on hers, swallowing her moans.
I watch them kiss as her body arches harder.
Her body tightens, her pussy clenches around my cock as her orgasm builds.
Aidan’s movements become more erratic, his breath coming in sharp gasps against her mouth.
I shift my grip on her hips, driving up into her with more force, chasing my own release. The sensation of her around me, the heat of her, her body trembling between us—it’s too much. My control slips, my climax builds at the base of my spine.
Aidan breaks the kiss. “Come on his cock,” he growls. “Now.”
Annabelle obeys instantly. She cries out, her back arching as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clenches around me so tightly I see stars. The sight of her, the feel of her, pushes me over the edge. I thrust up into her one last time, burying myself deep as my own release tears through me.
Aidan follows a second later, his body going rigid as he groans, his cock pulsing inside her. We stay like that for a long moment, all of us panting, our bodies locked together in the aftermath.