SOPHIA
I’m insane, wild for him, for them. I can’t keep holding out. The shower time works less and less. I’m going through batteries at a suspicious rate. And Roman’s tongue is so much better than anything I can do to myself. He laps at my clit like he needs it to survive.
When he groans, I feel it all across my skin. Holden sits next to me, and I swallow as I look at him. He’s so hard to read. I’m not sure how to approach him, how to keep him from pulling away when all I want to do is have him pin me against a wall again and devour me, every inch of me, like he needs me, like I need him to. And I still need him, even with Roman between my legs.
I’ve never been this wild, this … determined.
God, they’re driving me insane.
“Sophia,” He breathes, looking from Roman’s head between my legs to my face hungrily.
I grab his shirt and pull him towards me. Holden hesitates an inch from my lips. His throat bobs as he swallows, then he runs his nose along mine. I need him to tell me I’m not crazy for wanting him.
He brushes his fingers through my hair and kisses me softly. Our lips mold together so perfectly. His tongue teases mine, and his hand rubs up my hip, brushing the side of my breast in a touch so light that I crave more.
Holden draws back, then kisses me again, harder. I groan and open for him further, welcoming his tongue deeper as he drags one of my thighs over his lap, allowing Roman to lick deeper. I whimper into Holden’s mouth and rock my hips against Roman’s skilled tongue. He groans softly, then pulls away, shaking his head.
“We shouldn’t do this out here, Soph.”
“I don’t care. I want to.” I kiss him softly. “We can’t have this conversation every time we … start this.”
“You deserve better than me. You don’t know everything.”
“I know I want you. I need you.” I groan and fist Roman’s hair. “Both of you.”
Roman’s eyes flick up to me, and I can practically see the satisfied smile there as he sucks my clit between his lips and flicks his tongue over it. My head falls back, and I groan as Roman’s fingers thrust in and out of me. My nails dig into Holden’s thigh under my own.
“Please, Holden?” I turn to him.
He kisses me again, hungry and demanding, while palming my breast until every touch is pure ecstasy. How the hell am I supposed to hold out when they’re both touching me? When they’re giving me everything and then some.
I hear a belt being undone and open my eyes, drawing back from Holden’s mouth. He lifts his hips and drags his pants down to his knees. He’s so hard, so thick, perfect. I lick my lips then gasp as Roman slides two fingers back inside me.
“Fuck.” I breathe.
“You have a dirty mouth,” Roman says before dragging his tongue from my entrance to my clit.
“I blame you.” I pant as I try to increase the friction between us, grinding on his tongue. “You’re why I’m wet.”
“Good.” He growls, burying his face back in my pussy.
Holden turns my chin and kisses me again, his tongue tangling with mine, claiming me with every stroke of his. He and Roman are so different, but fuck, being between them … it’s insane. Holden guides my hand to his cock, and I stroke over him as I shiver and groan.
I’m so close. So close already. However, I’ve never been one to settle for using my hand when I have a perfectly good mouth. Not that I want to move when I’m on the edge, but Roman turns and bites and sucks my inner thigh hard, making me moan.
“I was almost there.”
He winks at me. “I know.” He nods to Holden.
Holden takes my hand in his hair and holds it as I adjust so I can lay in his lap and wrap my mouth around the head of his thick cock. God, it’s going to be work blowing him, but I’m drooling, just teasing us both.
He lifts his hips, and I take more of him down my throat. Roman jerks my thighs and licks my clit again, focusing. I know he’s going to see it through this time. There’s no stopping us now. His nails dig into my thighs, then push back to hold my ass in his hands as he devours me.
My mouth sinks deeper around Holden’s cock, and I groan as he fills my mouth and my throat. I lick and suck, determined to make him feel as good as Roman is making me feel with every move of his wicked mouth.
I moan around Holden’s cock, and his hand tightens in my hair.
“Just like that, Sophie.” He moans.
His hand wraps around my throat easily, but he just places it there, so light. I arch my back, lifting my chin until he has plenty of room to grab me. Groaning, his fingers tighten, and I gasp.
“You three look … cozy.”
I gasp and freeze as Gunner’s voice reaches my ears. I know I’m flushing bright red right now. But there’s no way I’m wasting this opportunity. The thought of Gunner watching this makes my pussy gush, and I take Holden deeper again, drawing back just to take him as far as possible without choking. I want all of him inside me, and if this is what I can have right now, I’m greedy enough to have it.
Roman curls his fingers and licks me just right. My mouth opens wide as I pop off Holden’s cock, and I come hard, my hips rolling and grinding against Roman again and again as I clutch Holden’s thigh riding out my orgasm.
I shiver and pant. My eyes open, and I see Gunner crouched in front of me. He smirks. “Having a good night?”
I nod once, wrapping my hand around Holden’s cock again, eager to make him come too. My voice finally comes in, raspy. “Yes.’
“Good.” Gunner kisses me, sucking my bottom lip as he pulls my hair.
Roman gently teases my pussy with slow brushes of his fingers while Holden tightens his hold on my hair again. They’re an intense combination. My hand tightens around Holden, and I stroke him quickly as Roman moves my thigh to smack the outside. “You’re so naughty, Sophie.”
Gunner swallows my moan as my mind jumps forward. I can already see myself sandwiched between the three of them as they undress me, touch me, kiss me. I want to taste them all, want to feel them all inside me.
“The perfect level of naughty.” Gunner agrees with a wink.
Holden turns me and devours my mouth, licking along my bottom lip before sucking and nibbling the same spot. My hand tightens around him, and I shiver. Roman teases me with his cock, rubbing it against my pussy without diving in.
It’s driving me insane.
“It’s our turn to come, Sophie.” Roman whispers.
I nod and shift on the couch, wanting to take all of them at once. Gunner undoes his pants in front of me, his eyes scorching me as he does until Roman grabs my chin and kisses me roughly, making me taste myself on his tongue.
My dress is tugged on until my breasts are free. I pull away from Roman, taking the bite that I earn, and look at my free breasts. I shiver and look between them again. All three of them hard, cocks free, all for me to enjoy.
“Holy shit.” I groan.
“So sexy.” Gunner whispers in my ear as his fingers tighten around my nipple. “No bra or anything.”
My body rolls between them, but I feel clumsy in comparison. Their mouths on my neck, hands on me, bodies around me, it’s a whole world. It’s all I need, all I know. Roman guides my hand to his cock, and I test it with a slow pump before he pulls my hand up and licks across my fingers, my palm, and wraps my fingers around him again.
Gunner takes my hair from Holden and pulls me forward.
I lick across the head of his cock, and he moans. “Good girl, Sophie.”
This is too much. More than any one woman can possibly handle. But I’m determined to do it. I take Gunner deeper as I stroke Holden and Roman’s cock, fisting their cocks in my hand and going up and down over and over. Their moans tell me all I need to know. They’re as into it as I am.
Holden’s hand slides up my thigh to tease my pussy with touches that threaten to make me come again as Roman tugs and rolls my nipple between his fingers. And Gunner guides my head over his cock.
Unlike Holden, he keeps complete control, bringing me up and down his cock just like he likes. Italian rolls off Roman’s tongue like music, and Holden groans, his hips pushing up and into my hand. Gunner makes a sound close to a growl.
“Take it all, Sophie. All of my cock down your pretty little throat.” He orders.
I whimper and do what I’m told. He slides across my tongue, filling my throat until I gag. My eyes water, but all I want is more of him. I lick and suck his cock, taking everything I’m offered. Roman shakes as he thrusts into my hand too.
I lose track of everything but these men. Holden rubbing my pussy until I’m on the edge as I rub and stroke his cock. Gunner fills my throat, fucks my mouth like no one has before, his moans and panting filling the room. Roman, playing with my nipple until I don’t know the difference between the sparks of pain and pleasure while I keep rubbing his cock.
It’s overwhelming, insane, beyond everything I’ve ever known and ever expected. I whimper and moan as I reach my climax again. My whole body shakes, my hands tighten, but the guys keep me going until Gunner comes, filling my throat with his come. His hand relaxes on my hair, and he moans again.
“Fuck, Sophie.” He pants, drawing back even as I lick the head of his cock for more.
Roman curses sharply. “Fucking shit!”
I turn and manage to catch his cum all over my chest. I moan and press my breasts together as he unloads his cock into my cleavage. Roman lays back with a satisfied smile; I turn to Holden. He licks his lips, but he doesn’t even look close.
“Fuck, that was good.” Roman finds his voice.
Yes. This is what I want. All of them happy, all of them kissing me and touching me, and the only thing that could make this better would be Nick walking through this door right now and the four of them having me right here in the living room all together. Before my dad walks in and catches us, that is.
But Holden smiles and gently unwraps my hand from around him. He kisses me softly and winks before heading to his room, leaving me confused and unsatisfied. They are all supposed to come.
“Don’t worry about him,” Gunner says with a shrug. “I gotta go clean up. You’re welcome to join me, sweets.”
Roman chuckles and rubs my thigh. I glance towards my room. “Should I … should I go … or check on Holden?”
“You can go or stay right there, Bambina. Either way, you’re okay.”
For some reason, I don’t believe that. Roman lifts my chin to kiss my temple. “We’re happy, and your father can’t read minds.”
“Which is why all three of us are still alive.” Gunner calls from somewhere else.
So why do things feel unfinished?