23. Sienna
Sienna
“Sienna,” Eli says, pulling my attention away from Knox’s pants.
Eli is standing in the kitchen now, shaking his head.
“Let her choose who she wants,” growls Knox.
My heart rate spikes as I flick my gaze between the men. Eli has started making bread and his forearms are covered in flour. He has some on his naked torso too, which I’d like to lick off him.
He’s such a sweetheart. The kind of guy who puts everyone else first before himself. It explains the fresh bread and coffee every morning.
I catch Knox in my periphery. He’s watching me, frowning. I’m still convinced the guy was born from the very mountains around us. He’s weathered and rough, and don’t even get me started on the fact that he’s a veteran.
He must’ve endured hard days. All I want to do is take care of him. Same with Eli, since he seems to be always making sure everyone else is okay.
My clit is throbbing from the sexual energy in the room.
My ass is the talk of the town at the moment—that in itself should force me to keep my hands to myself. However, my mind has already disconnected from my body.
I think about my fingers teasing along their lengths, and my mouth begins to salivate.
Giving blow jobs has always felt like more of a chore. Holden is the only guy I’ve ever given one to. I was on my knees two weeks into us dating, sucking his dick. I needed to impress him. I had to be the best he’d ever had.
It was not great and pretty uncomfortable, and I only enjoyed it when he was coming in my mouth, because it meant I could stop.
Everything’s different this time around. I’m probably more in need of this blow job than Knox and Eli.
I work on Knox first, since he’s closer. My hands fumble with the zipper on his pants. I take out his cock and have my mouth around it before my brain has time to make sense of what’s happening.
I take him all the way in, and Knox throws back his head, moaning.
“Sienna,” he says in a deep voice, and now I’m wet through my pajama pants. “Take me all the way in. Good girl.” He places his hand on my head, encouraging me to go deeper.
My throat opens easily for him, and I welcome in every single fucking inch.
Footsteps pound on the floor, and then I’m being pulled off of Knox.
Knox’s cock exits my mouth with a pop as Eli pushes my back onto the couch cushions, and pulls my pajama pants off.
I’m naked from the waist down, and my legs are being held open by a strong pair of arms.
Eli is on the floor, and I’m on the couch barely holding it together.
“What are you?—?”
Yeah. Good luck speaking for the rest of the day, Sienna.
Eli has his tongue on my clit. He teases it with a flicking motion, and I’m already seeing stars.
I hear myself moaning, and then a palm is clamping over my mouth, bringing me back into the present moment.
“Shhhh.”
I open my eyes and find Eli watching me from between my legs. His lips are glossed in my wetness, and he places his finger over them to shush me. “Careful. We don’t want to wake Henry. If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to stop.”
No, please don’t stop…
“Hm.” Knox stalks over to me on the couch, dick hanging out of his pants. “I know a way to keep her quiet.”
I return my lips to his cock and continue sucking.
“Fuck. That’s perfect.” Knox chokes out a moan as he stands over me, watching me closely with hooded eyes as he encourages my head down again. “Nice and slow. You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart, taking all of me.”
Pleasure crashes over me. Once again, too much is happening. I have a dick in my mouth, a tongue on my clit, and two very attractive men moaning words of affirmation to me.
I feel myself spasm on the couch, but Knox and Eli both work to keep me grounded into the couch.
God knows how I look—like I’m being electrocuted, probably. But I’m not acting. I can exist inside my own body without worrying about the angles or how I’m being perceived.
All of a sudden, my brain short-circuits. The camera... The guy that found us… My body completely on display.
The men must feel me tense up. They pull away simultaneously, and concern spreads across their faces.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Knox glides a comforting hand across my cheek. “We’re here to protect you.”
“Yeah.” Eli offers me a reassuring look. “You’re safe, and you deserve to fully let go. Like you did the other night.”
My worries fly out of the window the second Eli’s mouth returns to my pussy. I’m already so close as he swirls the tip of his tongue over my clit.
“Holy shit!”
“Shhhh,” hushes Eli.
I tilt my head back, eyes shutting as the wave threatens to crash over me.
I feel the tip of Knox’s dick nudge my mouth open again. I reach forward and fit him all the way into my throat, chasing that feeling of power.
Electricity zaps straight to my core, and all of my worries are gone. I’m close to seeing those stars again. I shut my eyes and focus on the sensation.
Eli pushes two fingers into my entrance and starts pumping. He’s back on my clit. And now he’s nibbling it lightly between his teeth, sucking, kissing. Giving me everything I need.
I moan around Knox’s gobstopper of a dick.
And that’s when I hear the floorboards creak.
My eyes fly open. I go cold, expecting the worst—Henry.
But I make eye contact with Cash instead.
And he looks furious.
“She’s close,” Eli informs him after glancing over his shoulder. “Leave us alone.”
Cash takes one look at me and says, “She can be a lot closer.”
He leans in, rips off my shirt and squeezes both of my breasts.
“Beautiful,” he groans, settling onto the couch beside me.
His mouth lowers to my nipple, and I watch in awe as he sucks and bites and teases.
My hands are clamped around Knox’s dick. I’m using him as an anchor, and he seems okay with that for the moment.
“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” grunts Cash when we lock eyes.
My heart beats erratically in my chest, threatening to burst. He knows what I want—to feel all of this with every fiber of my being. To stop hiding behind masks and stupid material things.
“I want you screaming my name,” says Cash in a hoarse voice. He obviously hasn’t woken up fully yet. He’s forgotten that Henry is down the hall.
“There will be no screaming, unfortunately,” says Knox, his dick twitching in my grip. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
A little whimper is all I can manage for now as I take Knox back into my mouth.
“Move aside,” Cash instructs in a gruff tone, looking at both of the other guys.
“No,” says Eli. “Fuck off, Cash.”
Cash takes one look at Eli and removes his pants. He takes out his dick, and I almost choke on Knox’s when I see the strained vein running up the center of it.
Cash is so unbelievably hard.
I’m sucking one dick and admiring another. God knows what the press would say about this. They should obviously stop focusing on me and enjoy life more. A lot of people in LA, including Holden, walk around like they’ve got pencils shoved up their ass.
Maybe I’m being battered by the press, but at least I’m getting off and having a good time.
Life has so much more to offer, and it took being stranded in a blizzard for me to realize that.
Cash slots his cock into my entrance. I’m sure he did this with the hopes of Eli backing off, but Eli is still rubbing my clit.
Unintentional teamwork.
I gasp as Cash slowly pushes in. He stretches me, and I have to focus on my breathing for a moment. He begins driving into me forcefully, so much so that the legs of the couch are scraping against the wood floors.
“Slow down,” hisses Eli. “Don’t wake Henry.”
“Sienna doesn’t want me to slow down, do you?”
Son of a bitch. He wants me to come so he can lord it over me the rest of my life.
I tip my chin and do something Cash won’t like—I clench my walls so he can’t move inside me.
Knox’s dick is back in my throat, and now he’s trembling, getting closer to emptying himself into me. I’ll make sure to lick him clean when he comes.
I’m so close and have been for what feels like hours, but I can’t let myself go for Cash. Not yet.
I keep my walls clamped around his dick.
“If this is a game, you need to stop it now.”
The other two look up, trying to figure out what’s going on. It’s only obvious to Cash—he’s the only one inside, feeling me.
I move away from Knox’s cock. I’ve got something to say.
“Admit it,” I say to Cash, looking deep into his eyes.
The other two frown.
Cash clenches his jaw so tight I think he might bust a molar.
“I’m not the only fucked up one here. I’m not perfect, and neither are you.” I practically spit the words out, watching him closely. “You like to tell me how selfish and conceited I am—why is that? Let’s talk about it…”
“Sienna,” strains Cash.
“Is this about me, or is it actually about you?” I clamp down tighter on his cock as he fights me, trying to move.
“Si—”
“No, you’re being an ass and dumping all of your shit onto me to make yourself feel better.”
He glares at me, waiting for me to ease off. But I won’t. I can’t.
“Admit that you’re not perfect either, and we’ll go back to fucking.”
A vein pops in Cash’s neck as he fights me again. He’s more committed to his story than I realized.
“Admit it,” I say through clenched teeth.
He fights my walls again and fails. Of course he’s failing. I know a few things about the pelvic floor.
“Fine. Yes, you’re right. I’m fucked up too. You win. Are you happy now?”
I release my hold on him, a smug smile playing on my lips.
White hot pleasure blinds me as soon as he starts thrusting again.
“Yes, I’m happy. Very happy actually. Just keep doing that and I’ll show you how happy I can be.”
I sink into the couch. Eli is rubbing my clit again, and Knox is just about to come in my mouth.
He comes down my throat with a choked groan.
And then, finally, my own pleasure is catching up to me.
“Good girl,” says Knox as I whimper.
Desire floods my senses. I ride out the waves, each one bigger than the last. Just when I think it’s over, I’m arching my back again, losing myself around Cash’s cock as he comes deep inside.
Eli rubs my clit, the area hot and throbbing.
Electricity rushes through my body. I’m so high I see stars. My spirit leaves my body. I can’t form a coherent thought. All I can do is live in this elevated state and revel in every beautiful sensation. The orgasm leaves no nerve ending untouched.
I crash back down to reality when it’s over. My mind is numb. And I wonder if this is what people call peace.
I lie on the couch listening to the crackling sounds of the fire as the men move around me, cleaning me up.
I think I need this more than I need oxygen.