“Fuck, Ayla.” Ryland’s fist moves faster, his jaw clenching. “Jesus.”
He looks almost as undone as he did the night we fucked in the kitchen, just from watching me with his friend.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Theo tugs me backward a little more so that my back drapes against his chest. Then he reaches down to line himself up with my entrance and rolls his hips, sliding inside me.
We both catch our breath as he fills me, stretching my walls with his thickness. He can’t get as deep from this angle as he’d be able to from some other position, but he’s big enough that it doesn’t fucking matter. I feel him everywhere.
I feel his piercing, hard and unyielding as it drags against my walls.
“God, that feels good,” I breathe as my head lolls on Theo’s shoulder. My back is arched a little, putting even more of me on display for these men. I’m laid out like a fucking banquet as Theo begins to thrust shallowly inside me, gripping my hips to get leverage as he moves.
This time, Marcus doesn’t even have to tell me what to do. I just came, but my body is starving for more, desperate for more. My fingers move down to my clit again, pressing delicately at the over-sensitive bundle of nerves. Marcus and Ryland both match my tempo as I begin to swirl my fingers, and the three of us fall into sync as Theo fucks me from behind.
“I’m not gonna last long, Rose,” he murmurs into my ear, pressing a sloppy kiss to my hair and the side of my face. “I can’t. You feel too fucking good, and I’ve wanted this for too fucking long. I’ll fuck you slow next time, but right now, I just need to come inside you. I need to feel you take my cum. I need to make you mine.”
You’ve taken my cock. You’ve taken my cum. You’re fucking mine.
His words are an unconscious echo of what Marcus said to me once, and they make my toes curl as I grind my ass against his hips, clenching around him as I try to drag his cock in deeper.
I am his.
I belong to this man as much as I belong to Marcus.
As much as I belong to Ryland.
As much as I belong to myself.
Our beginnings were born of violence and pain, but maybe that’s why the bonds between us feel so unbreakable, so unquestionable.
They were forged in flame.
I make a noise that’s half groan and half whimper, squirming against him as another orgasm builds steadily inside me, threatening a hurricane of pleasure as warmth spreads through my limbs all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Since words are impossible at the moment, I just turn my head and capture his lips in a kiss, fingers strumming my clit with desperate
movements. He kisses me back hungrily despite the awkward angle, plunging his tongue into my mouth as one hand grabs my waist, pulling me down on his cock as his hips thrust up hard from beneath me.
“Oh, fuck!”
The ragged shout comes from Marcus, not Theo, and it’s the sound of him coming apart that undoes us all, setting off a chain reaction like the first domino falling.
Pleasure detonates in my core, and Theo pulses and swells, his cock growing impossibly thicker as he empties himself inside me. Ryland gives a rough grunt, and the wet slapping noise of his fist around his cock slows.
All four of us are breathing hard, the sharp sounds filling the quiet room as tension bleeds from my body. My kiss with Theo slows and deepens, becoming less frantic and more gentle in the aftermath of our release. My heart is still thudding heavily in my chest, as if it got behind during the height of my pleasure and is doing its best to catch up.
Honestly, I’m not sure it ever will.
Theo’s hand leaves my hip, roaming up the side of my body before cupping my breast, massaging the soft flesh and plucking at my nipple. I gasp as a zing of sensation shoots through me, and he chuckles. Then he breaks our kiss, resting his head against mine as he glances over at his two friends.
They both look just how I feel. Sated and a little stunned.
“See what you did to them, Rose?” Theo chuckles again, a rough, warm sound. “It’s the same thing you do to me. We’re fucking gone for you, sweetheart. We’re wrecked.”
Chapter 17
We’re wrecked.