“Did he?” Travis asked, setting down the controller and running a hand up my leg. “Any revelations I should know about?”
A shiver ran up my body, emanating from his touch. He could be gentle when he wanted…but he could also be very, very rough. “He wants to cook us dinner next Saturday.” Supremely difficult getting those words out when his hand continued to roam up my leg, but I managed.
Travis said nothing at that, though his hand neared my thigh.
“Don’t tell me,” I said, playfully pushing his hand off me. I set my controller aside and pinned him down on the bed, straddling him. Must’ve made a bit of noise, because Declan glanced over his shoulder even though he had headphones on. I had no idea if he was actually listening to music or if he was just giving Travis and me a semblance of privacy.
Kind of ridiculous, considering our threesome.
Wouldn’t mind having one again, actually…
Back to the matter at hand, or rather, the inked, sexy as hell boy underneath me. He could’ve fought me, could’ve rolled us and had me pinned down, but he let me take control every once in a while. “You knew, didn’t you? Have you talked to Sawyer?” I questioned, running my hands up his chest.
“I did,” he said, as if it was no big deal. And maybe it wasn’t to him, but to me, it so was.
I leaned down, my blonde and pink hair draping around his face. My nose was inches from his as I whispered, “And why the hell didn’t you tell me you talked to him? What did you say? You didn’t do anything bad, did you?” Travis had done a lot in the beginning to keep Sawyer and I apart, manipulating and getting Declan involved…and chaining me to his bed.
His hands gripped my sides, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin at the hemline of my shirt, but he didn’t flip us. He simply held onto me as he said, “No, I didn’t do anything bad. In fact, I offered him some advice.”
“Why?”
“Because I know he means a lot to you, and you don’t want him to fuck up.”
I blinked. Couldn’t say why, but hearing Travis say that made my heart warm. Sometimes I worried that Travis only cared about himself, but then he went and did things like this…he might be obsessed with me, but he had to love me, too. Love was sacrifice, and for Travis, allowing me to be with the other men my heart called out to was the largest sacrifice there could ever be.
“Careful,” I warned, leaning down so my lips brushed against his with every word, “or I might start to think you’re sweet.”
His mouth quirked under mine, his azure stare taking on a lustful, half-lidded look. “I’m anything but sweet, Ash. You know that.”
“It’s nice to imagine,” I mused, ending the sentence by pressing my mouth against his, taking whatever else he was going to say and swallowing it down. The hands on my sides tightened in their grip, and I held a hand against Travis’s jaw, as if stopping him from turning away.
He wouldn’t. He’d never turn away from me. I wasn’t one to be overconfident in my abilities to wrangle someone else, but when it came to Travis, there was no doubt in me. I had every fiber of his being, and I loved it.
I broke the kiss to ask, “What’d you bring in the bag? Any presents for me?”
At that, Travis pushed me off of him, reversing our positions like I knew he wanted from the beginning. His legs pinned mine down, and I felt a growing hardness pressing against my midsection. His hands found my wrists and held them over my head. “So curious,” he whispered, a dark expression crossing his face.
God, he was so sexy.
Travis glanced at the one sitting at his desk, saying, “Declan, get my bag.” His chest rumbled with the order, the vibration reverberating into me. His thumbs dug into the tender spots of my wrists just enough to sting but not enough to hurt.
Declan was slow to take off his headphones, making sure both Travis and I saw his rolling eyes as he went toward the kitchenette, where Travis had left his bag. Just a black backpack, totally nondescript. The wonders it had to hide… Declan walked to the side of the bed, setting it near Travis.
He was about to return to his desk, but Travis said, “Open it.” Taking a commanding tone with Declan too, it seemed, and Declan…was actually doing as he said.
I watched as Declan undid the main zipper to the bag, his cheeks growing pink the moment he saw what lay within. “What is it?” I asked, causing Declan’s amber eyes to meet mine. He didn’t answer right away, causing me to say again, “What’s in there?”
“Ignore her,” Travis ordered, and Declan’s dark gaze traveled to him. “Get out the blindfold.”
Blindfold? What the hell—
I tried to pull my wrists from Travis’s grip, but he was strong. Not that I was afraid or anything, but a blindfold…could lead to a lot of things. A lot of things I’d want to see and not just feel.
Declan pulled out a black strip of cloth, and Travis said, “Put it on her.” He adjusted his hold on my wrists so that both of my wrists fit in one of his palms; the other he used to cradle around my neck and prop me up a bit.
Declan crawled onto the side of the bed, careful in how he wrapped the blindfold around my head and tied it in the back.
My world became black. The fabric of the blindfold was thick, the opposite of lacy, although it was soft. For whatever stupid reason, I kept my eyes open, blinking, trying to see if I could maybe peek through the bottom or the top, but Declan had it on good. There would be no peeking whatsoever.
Pooh.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, this was fun, but I wanted to see what was happening.
Travis let go of my wrists, but he immediately said, “If you try to take that blindfold off, I’ll take Declan and leave.”
“What?” I asked, fighting my urge to bring my hands to my face and yank it off. “You can’t—Declan?”
Declan’s voice was quiet as he said, “You should probably do what he says, Ash.”
I let out a sigh, feeling weight shifting on the bed. Hot breath on my ear as someone whispered, “Do you trust us?” Travis, based on the voice. I could tell them apart by voice, maybe by their grunting, so as long as they kept talking through it, I’d know who was doing what.
“Yes,” I whined out, inhaling sharply the moment hot hands touched my stomach, pushing up my shirt a bit. More weight moving on the bed, on both sides now. I was still fairly certain that Declan was to my left while Travis was to my right.
Hands roamed flat on my stomach, and I felt a shiver at the gentle, soft touch, trying to tell whose hands they were from how they felt traversing across me. The hands spread, and then lips pressed right below my belly button.
“Declan,” I said, confident. If there was ever a set of lips I knew, it was his.
The hands left my stomach, and once the lips lifted, one of them started to undo my pants, button first, then the zipper. I felt a set of hands on each leg, so I knew they both pulled off my jeans. They left my panties on, though they did spread my legs. My hands started to move; I still held them above my head on my pillow, but my wrists were immediately grabbed by firm hands and pushed back up.
“Travis,” I called it, grinning to myself.
“Are you sure?” Declan’s voice entered my ears, so close that I knew he had to be the one holding onto my wrists.
Wait. What? No way. Declan never got rough or firm with me. Damn. He could mimic Travis’s grip on me with ease. I knew Declan had a wild side, but he’d kept it in for so long, always trying to be the calm and collected one of the group.
The hands on my wrist released me, and I kept them where he’d put them: above my head, together.
Someone ran their fingertips down my leg and up my inner thigh, lightly running along my panty line. Tiny electric tingles raced through me, my heart starting to speed up in my chest as I realized what Declan and Travis were about to do. One of them slid my panties off, but who the hell could say which one? I was locked in a world of black, unable to touch them, pliant to their desires and hungry for whatever they’d give m
e.
I trusted them. They might’ve lied to me before, tried to trick me and play me, but I trusted them now. That’s what mattered.
My bottom half was now free of all clothing, and I couldn’t help but shiver, mostly in anticipation. Weight moved around on the bed, as I assumed they both got off. I heard Travis’s demanding voice, “Spread your legs, and keep them open.”
Well, when he commanded me like that, how the hell could I say no?
I moved my legs apart, the coolness of the air making my thighs clench. My ears heard the sounds of clothes falling to the floor, and I imagined Travis and Declan shedding what they wore, their dicks already hard.
Let’s just say it was fucking hot to imagine. For whatever reason, knowing Declan and Travis had come together because of me made me all worked up in the best of ways. Blood rushed to the space between my legs, my inner core on fire and ready for whatever would come.
Someone climbed onto the bed with me, their leg brushing against mine as they situated themselves between my open legs. A breathy sigh escaped me the moment I felt the tip of a cock rub against my slit, easily gliding with the wetness already seeping from me. Over and over he rubbed his cock along me. God knew who it was.
Then again, hopefully God wasn’t here right now, because I had the feeling this would be considered sinning of the highest degree.
The tip abruptly left my aching sex, my whole body crying out for more as I felt him crawl off the bed. It was but a moment later when a dark, sexy voice entered my ears: “Who do you think that was, Ash?”
Well, I knew the one asking was Travis, but…as for the dick? I had no idea—and you know what? I didn’t care. I just wanted them to keep doing it. To keep torturing me in the best way.
“I don’t know,” I answered, breathless.
One of them got on the bed, doing the same thing the first: dragging the tip of his cock along my wet folds and making me want to scream just put it in me already. Just fuck me. Just do something because I was going to go mad here before I got some relief.
And then, thank God, I felt the tip prod at my entrance. My body gave way, and he pushed himself inside of me. The only thing I heard was a ragged breath—both mine and his—and the only thing I felt was the satisfying notion of being full.
When he began to thrust slowly, a moan traveled up my throat. A hand found my neck, holding me down, choking the air I breathed, just a bit to be uncomfortable, but not enough to scare me. From the angle it came, I couldn’t tell whether it came from the owner of the cock currently inside me or the person standing near the bed.
My back arched, the blindfold still snug around my head, but the moment I moved my back, the one pumping his cock in me decided to pull out, and the hand on my throat let go. Ugh. Such teases, it wasn’t fair.
Both guys near the bed, Travis’s voice rose again, “Get on your hands and knees. Don’t let that blindfold slip, either.”
Oh, I wouldn’t. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that if I looked, Travis would make good of his word and take Declan with him, leaving me all hot and bothered with nowhere to go. I mean, I could go to Will, but I’d have to get dressed and walk there by myself, which would negate the horny factor here.
My thighs clenched as I did as I was told, slowly lifting myself off my pillow and moving so that I was on my hands and knees, my bare ass in the air. They could come at me from both sides, now.
They both got on the bed, but I couldn’t see who was where, and I definitely couldn’t tell whose hand ran along the side of my face, tapping the edge of my jaw, wordlessly telling me to open up.
My lips parted, and I opened my mouth to whoever was in front of me. He pushed his cock into my mouth slowly, allowing my tongue the opportunity to run underneath it. A hard breath was his response, but still I couldn’t tell who it was.
Behind me, the other toyed with me more, running his hard length along my slickness before pushing the tip inside. I tried to let out a moan, but since my mouth was currently busy, it came out stifled.
Just when I was getting the hang of it, just when I was losing myself in the blind sensations enveloping my entire body, the cock filling my core and the one in my mouth both pulled out, leaving me a kind of empty I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. They shifted, changing positions on me. A wet cock slapped my cheek, and I knew the moment I opened my mouth, I tasted not only his precum but myself as well.
Not a taste I was used to, but it was one I couldn’t fight. He pushed himself into my mouth at the exact same time as the other filled my opposite end. They were in sync for a while, one fucking my pussy and the other my mouth, and I was delirious with pleasure even though I was blind for this particular encounter.
The one behind me started going at me harder, his hands gripping the sides of my ass as he pounded away. It was then the one whose cock was in my mouth pulled out. I didn’t know if he pulled out to let the other come inside me with no obstructions or if he was about to erupt in my mouth and would rather come in another part of me. Right now, didn’t care. I was a slave to them, to the high of bodily pleasure.
I licked my lips, lowering my top half to the bed and giving whoever was behind me better access. He pounded away at me, hard and fast. I would’ve guessed it was Travis, but what happened earlier had me a little confused.
They were playing with me. Playing with my head while playing with my body. I wouldn’t complain.
I knew when the one fucking me was about to come, because his grip on the sides of my ass tightened to the point where each fingertip would bruise. A low grunt left him, and he pushed inside of me as far as he could go, filling me to the brim.
There was no time to rest, though, for the moment he was finished coming, more hands grabbed me. The cock slipped from my cunt, and I was pulled to my back…laying right atop whoever it was who’d already came inside of me. The chest beneath my back heaved, but damn it, I still couldn’t tell who it was. Both Declan and Travis were more slender than muscular. If Sawyer had been here, I would’ve been able to tell him apart—
Shit. No. Don’t think about Sawyer while being fucked by your boyfriends. Obviously.
The man who laid under me grabbed my arms, holding me in place. I began to feel wetness seeping out of me, wet, sticky cum, and I could only imagine what I looked like, being held against whoever was behind me, my legs open and my core leaking.
The anticipation was almost too much for me, and my legs started to quiver. Whoever’s turn it was next must’ve been staring at me, the sight immobilizing. My breathing came out short, searing hot fire coursing through my nerves when I felt a tongue flick out and run along my slit. He must’ve tasted both me and whoever came inside of me, having licked up some cum.
Holy hell. I really wished I could’ve seen that. I think I had a mini orgasm right there.
The one still needing his release wasted no more time. One lick was all my aching body got before being filled again. He went in easier, my body ready and craving more. Craving all of it. Whatever he’d give me.
He fucked me hard, like an animal, as the one below me held onto my arms, holding me in place. As if I’d try to get away. As if I was being forced into this. Oh, these two. I loved them, I really did.
The pleasure inside me grew as my thoughts ran wild, as I tried to figure out who was who, as I pictured either of them licking me after the other had come inside of me, and I let it take control, crying out. My inner core tightened, my whole body jerking with the powerful orgasm. The man currently balls-deep inside of me followed soon after, filling me up with his length before filling me up with something else, his breathing hard and his groan low.
He was slow to pull out of me, and the one under me was even slower in letting my arms go. I slid off the chest beneath me, about to reach up to take the blindfold off, but two hands grabbed at my wrists. Both of them, from what it felt like.
“Okay, okay,” I spoke, my skin on fire, my chest heaving. I still wore my shirt and bra after all that, and
yet I’d never felt more naked. “Fine.” They only released me when they were sure I wouldn’t try to peek.
I plopped down on my bed as they both got up. It sounded like they went to the bathroom to wash off, so I tried to get my breathing under control.
Travis had brought a backpack, so surely there were other toys in there…
Whoa there, girl. Slow down. One thing at a time.
It was only when I heard Travis’s voice say “All right. You can take it off” that I slipped off the blindfold, greeted by the sight of both Travis and Declan as naked as the day they were born, but a hell of a lot sexier. Declan’s cheeks were so adorably pink, and Travis looked just as intense as ever. Both their cocks were still semi-erect, too. Bet they’d go for a round two as well.
Travis held onto a towel, and he used it to clean me up. I dropped the blindfold to the floor, adjusting my shirt as our gazes met.
“So who was who?” I questioned, needing to know which one of them had been behind me, which one had tasted the other’s cum. For reasons.
“Oh, you think we’re going to tell you?” Travis asked, cocking his head. Sweat lined his black hair, his tattooed chest still breathing harder than normal. Declan was too, so I honestly couldn’t tell.
Damn it.
I sat up as I watched Travis drop the towel on the carpet. “But I want to know.”
Travis was unimpressed. “We all want a lot of things, but that doesn’t mean we get each and every one of them.”
My eyes darted to Declan. “Please? I’m not above begging. Anything you want, I’ll do it—”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Declan shifted his gaze to Travis. “Why do you want to know so bad?” His cheeks were still pink. Was he the one who—
“If you think you know who did what,” Travis warned, lifting a single brow with an intense expression, “you’re probably wrong.”
Okay, he had to be saying that just to screw with me, right? I looked between them, trying to spot any hints, but I was just as clueless as I was before, perhaps even more so. Silence overtook me as I watched Declan bend to pick up something in Travis’s bag. He lifted the skin-colored thing up, its length swaying slightly. He had it by the balls, too.
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