75. Micah
SEVENTY-FIVE
MICAH
He lifts the shirt off her in one slow motion, like he’s unwrapping something. The shirt comes over her head and she’s bare from the waist up, hair tangled around her shoulders, her breasts flushed and heavy. Milo makes a small reverent sound.
“Look at our girl,” he says, quiet. Almost to himself. “Look at her.”
Knox does. So do I.
Sage stands in the middle of three men looking at her like she’s the only thing in the world, and I watch her face do something I’ve never seen it do—she ducks her head, suddenly shy, like she can’t hold all of us looking at her at once. Like the love is too bright.
Knox catches her chin with one enormous finger and tilts her face back up.
“No,” he says, soft. “Look at us looking at you, Fury. Don’t hide from this.”
She breathes out, shaking. She looks at him. Then at Milo. Then at me. Her eyes lock on mine and I feel it—the moment she chooses to be in the room with us instead of in her head with what Eli said.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Okay,” I say back.
I drop to my knees in front of her.
I’m not the man who makes a production of this. Holden would carry her to the bed. Eli would tell her to obey. Knox would do it slow and silent. Milo would joke his way to her thighs. I just kneel. I press my mouth to her belly, just below her navel, and I breathe her in.
She shivers.
“Micah—”
“I’ve got you.”
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slide them down. She steps out of them, one foot, then the other.
I press my mouth to her hip. The bone of it. The soft place just inside.
“You’re so beautiful, baby girl,” I murmur into her skin. “Every part of you.”
“Micah.”
“I know.”
I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh and she makes a sound I want to keep.
Above me, Knox shifts so her back is against his chest, and he’s supporting her, hands on her waist. Milo moves in beside them, bends his head to her neck and starts there.
Light kisses. The hollow under her ear. The slope of her shoulder.
His hand comes up to cup her breast, his thumb dragging across her nipple, slow, and she gasps—sharp, broken—and her hand flies back to grab whatever she can reach, which turns out to be Knox’s head.
He leans over her shoulder and kisses her. She whimpers into his mouth.
“Sensitive,” Milo murmurs, leaning in to replace his thumb with his mouth, sucking her nipple while he teases her other breast. She arches.
I slide my hands up the backs of her thighs while Milo works her chest and Knox kisses her deep.
I’m not in a hurry. The whole point of this moment is not being in a hurry—every man in the room has to be the opposite of fast and rough and cruel, because fast and rough and cruel was what the morning was, and we are nothing like the morning.
I press my mouth to the seam of her thigh. The very top. Where her leg meets her body.
She trembles, tears her mouth from Knox.
“Please,” she breathes.
“Please what, baby girl?”
“Please. I need—Micah, please.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Your mouth.”
“Where.”
She makes a sound that isn’t quite a word.
I look up. Past her belly, past her chest where Milo’s mouth is busy, past the line of her throat. Her eyes are closed. Knox is murmuring something into her hair I can’t hear. Milo lifts off her chest just long enough to catch my eye across her body and grin—slow, dirty, glad.
“Say it, kitten,” Milo says, his thumb working her nipple again. “Tell Micah where you want his mouth. Be specific.”
“On me. On—Micah, please—my pussy. I need your mouth on my pussy.”
I put my mouth on her.
She cries out and her knees almost go. Knox catches her, his arms tightening around her ribs, holding her up while I take her in slow long strokes of my tongue.
She’s already slick, and the sound she makes when I find the rhythm she wants is the kind of sound I’m going to keep filed somewhere private for the rest of my life.
I lick her slow, making her shake. Above me Milo is murmuring filth and Knox is murmuring tenderness and the two of them together are like two halves of one prayer being said over her body.
“Look at her, big guy,” Milo whispers to Knox. “Look at our girl. Taking what she needs. Asking for it. Knowing she gets to ask.”
“I see her,” Knox murmurs into her hair. “I see her. Fury, we see you.”
I slide one finger inside her. She’s open and wet and her body grabs me immediately, and I feel her start to climb—the small shaking in her thighs, the way her hand fists in my hair, the way her breath is coming shorter.
I add a second finger. Curl them. Find the spot inside her that makes her whimper.
“She’s close,” Milo says.
“So close,” Knox agrees.
I lift my mouth just enough to speak against her thigh.
“Come for us, baby girl,” I order, and she does, her whole body locking up, muscles spasming around me, squeezing my fingers tight. Milo is talking her through it, whispering sweet filth.
I need to be inside her, so I guide her onto her knees with Knox’s help, her ass up, beautiful and inviting. She moans at the shift, pressing back against me.
I line up with her, grab her hips, and push in slow.
She whimpers, low and broken, then buries her face against Knox’s thigh.
He’s crouched in front of her, holding her weight, one hand wrapped around her waist, the other palming the back of her head.
I thrust deep, steady. Hard, but not punishing.
Milo’s got her mouth again, tongue fucking into her with filthy devotion, and his hand is busy between her legs, making slow circles while I take her from behind.
“Look at you, kitten—taking it so good,” Milo says, his fingertips dragging along my shaft as he teases her clit and I thrust in and out. “You want more though, don’t you? You want Knox’s cock.” She lets out a strangled whimper in response. “Tell him how much you need it filling that pretty mouth.”
Knox’s eyes darken, his gaze fixed on her. “That right, Fury? You want my cock?”
“Yes,” she gasps, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “Please, Knox—I want it. Need to taste you.”
She takes her weight on all fours, watching as he strips down slowly, his massive frame unfolding, cock springing free—thick, veined, already leaking. He kneels back in front of her, guiding the head to her lips. “Open up for me, Fury—gonna fuck that sweet mouth nice and slow.”
She parts her lips eagerly, taking him in, her tongue swirling around the tip as she sucks gently at first, moaning at the taste.
Knox groans, his hand threading through her hair, holding her steady without pushing.
“That’s perfect, Fury—feels so good, your hot little mouth on me. Taking me like the good girl you are.”
She works him deeper, hollowing her cheeks, bobbing slowly, whimpering but determined. After a few moments, she pulls off with a gasp. “You too, Milo—please. I want both of you.”
Milo, already naked, grins wickedly as he kneels beside Knox, his cock hard and ready. “Eager little kitten—gonna stuff that mouth full. Suck us both, show us how much you love it.”
She alternates between them, one hand stroking Knox while her mouth devours Milo, then switching—sucking deep on Knox, tongue swirling, while pumping Milo with her fist. The sounds are filthy—wet slurps, their groans mixing with her muffled moans.
“Fuck, kitten—your mouth is heaven, so greedy for our cocks,” Milo praises, hips twitching. “Look at you, taking turns like a pro—our perfect little cocksucker.”
I can barely stand to watch. It’s so fucking hot, the sight of her on her knees while I fuck her from behind, their cocks in her hands, mouth stretching to take each in turn, swapping spit-shined heads like it’s her life’s calling.
She whimpers and moans, grinds back against me, the sounds half-obscured by the mass of cock in her mouth. I almost lose it then and there.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I groan, my hands digging bruises into her hips as I bottom out in her.
The sound of her choking on Knox’s cock does something to me that’s half religion, half crime.
I want to watch her like this forever—strung out between three men, needing it, loving it, using us to glue herself back together.
Milo jumps to his feet, stroking his cock as he looks over the scene. “I’m getting the lube. You want my cock in your ass, kitten?”
She moans around Knox, nodding, and Milo’s eyes go wild. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he grits out. “So fucking perfect for us. I’ll be right back.”
He darts out of the room, leaving the three of us in a heated tangle.
“Let’s get you off those knees, baby girl,” I say, easing out of her, my hand smoothing over her ass as she whimpers.
She pulls off Knox with a wet pop, gasping. “I want you inside me.” Placing her hands on Knox’s chest, she urges him to sit back then straddles over his thick cock, lining him up.
“Fuck, Fury. Are you sure?” he rasps, hands on her hips like he’s not sure he should let her sink down.
“I’m sure, Knoxie. Please. Fill me up.”
Knox’s gaze darkens, his massive hands guiding her as she sinks down inch by inch, crying out at the fullness, her body trembling as she takes him deep.
“Oh God—Knox—so big, it hurts so good,” she whimpers, rocking slightly to adjust, her nails digging into his chest.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I say. “Taking every inch of Knox like you were made for him,” I praise, sweeping the hair off the back of her neck and kissing her.
Knox lets out a groan. “Fuck, you’re tight—feel so perfect around me. Our beautiful girl, handling this monster cock.”
She moans, fully seated now, grinding down as the pleasure overtakes the burn.
“Micah.” Her eyes lock with mine, and I kiss her softly, moaning when her hand finds my cock. “Please.”
I move beside her, my cock throbbing, and she reaches for me eagerly, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking gently at first, her tongue swirling.
“God yes, baby girl. Suck me while you ride Knox,” I groan, threading my fingers through her hair. “Love watching you take us both—our sweet, greedy girl, so desperate for cock.”
Sage alternates between sucking on me and grinding on Knox, her moans muffled, body rocking in rhythm. Knox thrusts up gently, meeting her movements. “Look at you, Fury. So beautiful. Stuffed full, still wanting more. Gonna make you come so hard.”
Milo returns, lube in hand, freezing at the sight. “Holy shit,” he breathes, eyes wide with lust. “This is gonna be a tight fit—your ass is gonna strangle me with him already stretching that pussy.”
He slicks himself up, kneeling behind her, adding more lube down her crack then rubbing his head against her rear entrance.
“Relax for me, kitten—gonna fill you up to the eyeballs, make you our perfect little fucktoy.” He pushes in slowly, the stretch making her cry out around my cock, the vibration sending shocks through me.
“Fuck, so tight,” Milo groans, inching deeper. “Taking us both like a champ. Our dirty girl, loving every second. Feel that? Two cocks owning you.”
Her eyes roll back, the fullness overwhelming as Knox and Milo thrust in tandem. Still, she sucks me eagerly, alternating with sloppy, desperate pulls.
“You’re incredible, baby girl,” I praise, thrusting shallow, so close to letting go. “Gonna come down your throat while they wreck your holes.”
Knox growls. “Need to come, Fury. Milk these cocks. Come all over me.”
She whimpers, then Milo adds, “That’s it, kitten—so fucking perfect. Let me feel you clench around us.”
The filthy words push her over, her body convulsing as she screams around my cock, the orgasm ripping through her and tipping me over the edge.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I moan as she swallows me down, just as Milo lets out a grunt, spilling deep in her ass while Knox floods her pussy.
“Fuck, Knox. I can feel your dick pulse,” Milo gasps, grinning from ear to ear.
“Don’t make it weird,” Knox grunts, but Milo just laughs.
I pull out before I soften and kiss her messy, come-drunk mouth. She tastes like salt and lightning, like everything I fucking need.
Sage—beautiful, trembling, alive again—rides out the aftershocks on Knox’s lap, completely boneless, arms flopped around his neck.
He holds her there, solid, safe. His expression is reverence with a side of fuck-you to anyone who would dare call her less than a goddess. Milo leans in, kisses her shoulder.
“You okay, kitten?”
“I think I died,” she says. Her voice is dreamy, and she’s smiling. “But in a good way.”
Knox grunts approval, then lifts her off. We collapse into a naked, sweaty heap on the floor, limbs tangled, breaths heavy. Sage is in the center, boneless and sated, small smiles passing between us as we catch our breath.
Nobody speaks for a solid minute.
Then the front door opens.
Holden steps inside. Takes in the scene—four naked people on his living room floor, clothes scattered all over, a bag of groceries containing melting ice cream dumped at his feet.
“For fuck’s sake. I leave you alone for twenty fucking minutes.”
One second of silence. Then Sage starts laughing. It’s the best sound I’ve heard all day. Milo wheezes. I lose it. Even Knox makes a sound that’s unmistakably a laugh, deep and rare.
Holden stands in the doorway of his own house, looking at the people who’ve colonized his life, and shakes his head. But his mouth twitches.
“Someone’s cleaning that rug,” he says, jabbing a finger at the mess. “And it’s not gonna be me.”