by Eva Ashwood
Declan laughs and moves forward, catching my arm as I sway a little from the overwhelming sensations. He’s kneeling closer to the top of Elias’s head now, close enough for me to reach down and cup the visible bulge that’s still straining against his pants.
He curses, grabbing my wrist and pressing my hand tighter to his hard on, like he’s trying to make me understand exactly what I’ve done to him.
Oh, believe me. I fucking know.
Elias grunts beneath me, swirling his tongue over my clit in a pattern that draws my attention back to him, and I let out a pleased, tortured moan.
I’d be lying if I said I haven’t fantasized about these two men, both separately and together. But this is way better than anything my imagination ever came up with. I feel like I might combust from the storm of sensations building higher and higher inside me.
“Stand up,” I gasp, pulling my wrist out of Declan’s grasp and tugging him upward.
He does what I ask, rising to his feet in front of me. He kicked off his shoes at some point, although the rest of his clothes are still on. My fingers fumble to undo his pants while he tugs his shirt off, and as if spurred on by what he knows I’m about to do, Elias draws my clit into his mouth and sucks hard.
“Fuck!”
I momentarily forget my goal, grabbing on to Declan’s hips and bracing my forehead against his thigh as my whole body jerks, the breath fleeing my lungs. I feel Declan’s hands in my hair, and struggle to get my muscles to work long enough to finish undoing his pants.
Elias is doing his best to distract me, sucking and licking and nipping at my clit like it’s his new profession, and holy fuck. If this is how these two men work out their possessiveness and any jealousy they might have about sharing me in bed, I don’t mind one bit.
My thighs are starting to tremble, sweat dampening my skin as my entire lower body fills with heat. But I manage to pull Declan’s cock free, and the sound he makes when I wrap my lips around him makes all the effort worth it.
“I was wrong before,” he breathes, still gripping my hair tightly as he looks down at me with dark eyes. “This is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. You on your knees in front of me, your gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock, and your pussy on Elias’s face. Fucking hell, Soph. You’re gonna kill me.”
His filthy words send another lick of fire rushing through me, and I grind down on Elias’s mouth again, searching out that last little bit of pressure that will push me over the edge.
My lips slide up and down Declan’s cock in the same rhythm as my hips. His dick is like velvet-wrapped steel in my mouth, and I can feel his length getting thicker and harder as he responds to my touch—but I’m too worked up to outlast him.
The orgasm strikes like lightning, and I groan around Declan’s length, wrapping my fist around him and pumping as spit dribbles down his shaft. My body shudders, my stomach clenching as Elias laps at me with the flat of his tongue, helping me ride out the pleasure that surges through me.
I want to keep going until Declan finishes. I’m dying to feel him come apart like I just did. But he tugs on my hair, pulling me away from his dick with a wet slurp. I must look pissed when I tilt my head to look up at him, because he laughs, echoing Elias’s words from earlier.
“Don’t worry, Soph. We’re not done yet.”
Before I can ask exactly what he means by that, he lifts me off Elias’s face and plops me down on the mattress on my back. I’m too boneless to do anything but lie there as Elias rolls over and sits up, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. His chin is wet, and his lips and cheeks are flushed.
His eyes gleam with satisfaction, and he watches hungrily as Declan settles in between my legs, nudging my thighs wider apart with his broad shoulders.
It’s only when Declan’s hands clamp around my inner thighs, spreading them even more, that I realize what he’s doing.
Fuck. I’m not sure my body can take another round of that.
“Declan, I—”
Whatever weak protest I was about to put up, it’s drowned out by a breathy scream as he attacks my clit with his tongue, flicking up and down over the swollen bud in a way that makes all the muscles in my body spasm again.
“Jesus, that is hot,” Elias breathes, and I force my drooping eyelids open enough to look up at him. He’s kneeling on the bed beside us, and as I watch, he tugs off his shirt and then undoes his pants, shoving them down and letting his dick spring free.
He fists himself, jerking off slowly as he watches Declan lap at me. My heart feels like it might crash through my ribs as I feel the telltale beginnings of another orgasm start to build deep inside me. I need something else to focus on, something to think about besides the pleasure threatening to engulf me. So I reach out toward Elias, letting out a low, needy whimper.
Maybe he knows what I need.
Or maybe he’s just giving himself what he needs.
Either way, he catches my hand in his and brings it to his shaft, wrapping my fingers around his length. His hand goes over mine, and he uses my grip to resume stroking himself.
He feels amazing, smooth and hard beneath my palm. I can feel the pulse of his cock, the way it seems to strain against my touch, and I think he must be as close as I am.
“Fuck, Elias. Declan—oh, fuck!”
My mouth drops open, stars dancing in my vision as my toes curl tightly, my legs straining under Declan’s tight grip. I’m about to come again, I know I am. But I don’t want to. Not without one of these men inside me.
“Declan,” I gasp out. “Please. I need you. Please!”
I don’t expect him to listen. His tongue is buried in my pussy, and I expect him to keep torturing me until I fly over the edge. But to my surprise, he stops. His head tilts a little as his gaze travels up my body, and then he shifts his weight, kicking his pants the rest of the way off. Elias releases his hold on my hand, and I grab on to Declan’s shoulders and grip tightly as his hips settle between my legs.
The tip of his cock brushes against my flushed, swollen pussy, and I groan helplessly. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything as bad as I want him inside me right now.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it. It’s a tone that’s both possessive and tender. “We’ve got you.”
With those words, he presses his hips forward, sliding into me in a single, long stroke. I let out a groan that ends on a breathy sigh as the world seems to stop spinning momentarily.
Elias is still watching us, and he groans too. I’m not touching him anymore, but I can hear the wet slapping noise that lets me know he hasn’t stopped touching himself. That he finds this as hot as watching his friend eat me out.
Declan’s gaze catches mine, and for a moment, I can’t see anything but the deep, dark brown of his irises. Then he leans down and kisses me, delving his tongue into my mouth as he begins to thrust. His movements are hard and heavy, as if he couldn’t make himself slow down or be gentle right now if he tried. As if he’s waited way too long for this moment, and now there’s no chance of holding back.
I can feel the bunched tension in his muscles, the need that’s driving him on. I hook my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass, rolling my hips up to meet his thrusts until he finally hits his peak.
“Fuck… oh, fuck!”
His forehead presses against mine as he slams into me once more and then grinds his hips against me in a rough circle, pinning our bodies together as he spills inside me. The feel of him throbbing inside me hurls me over the edge again, sending a fresh wave of pleasure surging through my body. My thighs clench, my arms wrapping around his shoulders and holding him tight as we both come hard.
It’s every fucking thing I ever dreamed it would be. Declan gives himself over completely to the things he cares about, and I can feel that in the way he lets go now. In the way his body shivers from head to toe as his warm breath ghosts over my skin. I can feel it in the way he kisses me as he comes down f
rom the high, his lips clinging to mine in a dazed, hungry way.
For a long moment, the room goes silent, the quiet broken only by our heavy breathing. Even the sound of Elias stroking himself has stopped. When Declan kisses me once more and pulls out, both he and Elias drop down to the mattress beside me, one on each side.
I glance from one to the other. Both men look pleased as fuck, although Elias’s cock still looks angry, the skin dark and smooth as it droops heavily toward his stomach.
My body should feel exhausted, but something about the sight of his still-hard dick makes need spark back to life inside me. I roll over onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow as I reach down to tease his cock head with my fingertips.
He hisses out a breath, and I laugh, capturing his lips in a kiss.
“Don’t worry,” I murmur. “We’re not done yet.”
His eyebrows shoot up, and the look on his face is almost comical—or it would be if it weren’t replaced almost immediately by a look of desire so fierce it makes my blood spark.
As I move to straddle him, cum slides down my inner thigh. I glance down, then back up at Elias, and he smiles.
“Blue, if you think that’s gonna make me want you less, you’re wrong as fuck.”
As if to prove his point, he grabs my hips and tugs me forward a little, lining up his cock with my entrance. As he slides into me, we both let out satisfied groans. Even Declan makes a noise in his throat, reminding me once again that we have an audience.
Elias keeps his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, but he lets me dictate the pace as I rise up and then sink back down.
“God, you feel amazing,” he breathes.
I nod, not quite able to articulate a response. My body is exhausted, pushed beyond its normal limits, but I don’t think there’s anything on earth that could make me stop fucking Elias right now. I keep moving up and down, finding a rhythm that makes us both start to breathe faster. The longer we move together, the less aware I am of any exhaustion. All I feel is the steadily building pressure in my core, the sweet ache in my clit.
“You’re beautiful, Blue.” Elias’s tone is soft and reverent. “Come for me. Come like you did for Declan. I want to see that look on your face again.”
His normally teasing voice is so serious that there’s no fucking way I could deny him anything. And besides, I don’t want to.
Draping myself over his upper body, I slow the movement of my hips a little, taking him even deeper as I grind against him. And when the orgasm breaks over me this time, it’s in one long, continuous wave that feels like it might never stop.
Elias groans, his cock jerking and pulsing as he comes too. His arms band tightly around me, pinning our bodies together as he kisses me.
I go limp against him, the high of adrenaline and arousal finally draining from my body, and as I feel his chest rise and fall beneath mine as his breath stirs my hair, I realize what a monumentally huge moment this is.
Declan and Elias didn’t just choose me over Gray.
They chose all of this.
They chose us.
An hour later, I’m still exhausted, every bone in my body heavy and spent, but I couldn’t feel better. I feel blissfully alive as Declan absently brushes the tips of his fingers against my bare skin, noticing for the first time that they’re rough, not smooth like Gray’s.
Gray.
My heart still constricts a little bit thinking about him. It might always do that. What we shared isn’t something I think I’ll ever be able to fully shake.
That doesn’t mean what he did was right though. It doesn’t make it okay.
I know that if I bent to his will and left the school like he wants me to, he would still follow me everywhere. Not physically, but haunting my dreams, my thoughts.
And I’m not going to let myself be used like that. Tossed around. Bruised. I’ve seen the world chew up and spit out the remains of people I care about, and I won’t let that happen to me.
The three of us lie on the bed in exhausted silence. I doze for a while, and when I wake up, Declan’s eyes are closed too and Elias is playing some game on his phone. He’s cute as fuck, lying in bed in just his boxers, his gaze intent on the screen. When he loses whatever level he’s on, he turns to me with a boyish grin on his face.
“Hey, Blue, wanna hear something?” he asks, pulling up Spotify on his cell before I have time to respond. “Check this out.”
Declan stirs beside me, blinking awake as Elias selects a song on his phone. When the opening chords play through the little speaker, I immediately recognize them, though I’m not sure from where at first.
That is, until a deep baritone voice I know all too well begins to sing.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur.
My gaze snaps to Declan, who’s wide awake now and suddenly looking very sheepish, the faintest pink touching the corners of his cheeks.
It’s the song he sang for me on the rooftop of the hospital. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard it, and even then, I only heard a rough version unlike the studio version that’s playing right now, but I recognize the sweet, haunting melody.
“Declan,” I say, sitting up on the bed. “That’s your song… that’s you.” He nods but doesn’t say anything, glancing down at his hands as he chews his lower lip. “I thought you said—”
“—he wasn’t ever going to release any of his music,” Elias finishes for me. “He wasn’t. And he wasn’t even going to show this to you because he’s such a humble asshole.”
Declan finally laughs, glancing up at me through lashes that would make any girl jealous. “I put it up on YouTube just before Christmas… I’d thought about what you said when we smoked on the roof.” He runs a hand through his already tousled hair, shaking his head. “You said it wasn’t right not to share it with the world, so I decided what the hell. I figured the worst that could happen would be that no one would listen to it.”
“And?” Elias prompts, sounding both proud and smug.
Declan chuckles, flushing lightly. “And it kinda blew up a little bit. I had a record label ask me to sign on with them. They’re pretty small, and it’s all still new, but they’re helping me get my work out there.”
“Holy shit! Declan, that’s fucking fantastic,” I say, wanting to kiss him and smack him all at once for not telling me.
“I wouldn’t have done it if not for you,” he says with a grin that makes my core clench. “Seriously, you were kinda the final push that made me say fuck it. I don’t give a shit if my parents aren’t happy about it, if they don’t support me, because I don’t need their support to get anywhere.” He gestures to the phone, which is still playing music softly. “That’s proof that I don’t need their money to get where I want to be.”
“Because you’re talented all by yourself,” I tell him, propping myself up on one elbow and resting a hand on his bare chest.
His blush deepens. It really is sexy as fuck, and I mentally store the image away. Maybe it’ll come out in my art some time in the future, but I know for a fact that it’ll stay in my heart forever.
“They want me to take over the family business,” he says. “It’s what they’ve always wanted. Sometimes I think it’s the only fucking reason they had a kid. But I’m starting to think beyond that. Thinking about what I really want.”
I raise an eyebrow, smirking. “And what is it that you really want?” I ask, letting my voice drop to a husky whisper.
It’s meant to be a joke, but what happened between us an hour ago clearly wasn’t enough to satisfy him, because he gets the look of a hungry wolf on his face, his hands grasping my hips. He flips us over on the bed and kisses me deeply.
Elias laughs, his lips finding the curve of my shoulder as his palms slide over my body.
Declan never answers my question, but as the two of them work in tandem, groping and kissing me, I swear I can hear the word echoing in my head anyway.
You.
12
I d
on’t know if it’s because of the confrontation between me and Gray or because of what came after, but something seems to have shifted inside me. My emotions are closer to the surface than ever before, and they bring the dreams back with them.
I’m dreaming about the night of the party.
I can feel it.
I shouldn’t know that I’m dreaming, but I do. It’s so real I can almost imagine that I’m back at the party, taking the steps to the second floor two at a time, wondering where Gray went off to.
I get a shiver down my spine thinking about later tonight. The promises he’s made me, the things his body does to mine. I’m almost tempted to see if he wants to get out of here now, or to find a room in the huge house where we can be alone.
But then I hear those words from the other side of the door. They’re sharp and painful, like blades that pierce right through the armor around my heart.
There’s nothing special about her.
She’s not fucking worth it.
She’ll be gone by next semester anyway.
I’ve got it handled, all right?
I gasp for breath, and I think my dreaming self knows to run before I have to hear the rest of it, live through the rest of it all over again. I know what he’s going to say next, and I wish I could stop it.
But I can’t. This all happened already, and there’s no changing it now.
So I run. I turn on my heel and flee down the hall, running away from Gray and whatever other strange voice was behind the door. Only this time, the hallway seems to spin and morph around me, twisting into something else. Another hallway, in another place.
I’m surrounded by darkness. The shadowy corridor stretches out in front of me, and I feel like I know it somehow. Like I’ve been there before, I just don’t remember it. My heart is racing, pounding in my chest so hard it hurts, the hallway long and dark and endless.
I’m scared, but I’m not sure why. I’m running, but I’m not sure why.