“Your dad has a whole army of security, plus the mob behind him. The safest place for you is to be with us. We are not budging on this,” Sullivan announces, and I can hear the promise in his statement. He’s not going to change his mind.
“Fine…” I huff in defeat. “What about Shelby? Maybe I could talk to her and get some answers that way?”
“I guess we could see if she went back to Bayshore. As far as I know, she still has that job at the gallery. Maybe we can find her there or at class,” Oliver suggests. “But if she isn’t there, we are not going back to North Woods.”
“Deal… let’s go back to Bayshore.” I stand up, ready to get moving when I realize all I have on is my pajamas.
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“We’ll get you some new clothes, but first…” Banks gets up, taking my hand, and with a mischievous smirk, he says, “We need to make up for lost time.”
Sullivan and Oliver follow suit and stand.
“We need to show you just how much we missed you,” Sullivan smiles, his voice deeper than normal, and the sound vibrates through me, awakening something deep inside me.
“And we did miss you a lot,” Oliver says, and I suddenly feel like I’m burning up. The air around us changes like it’s suddenly thicker. He extends his hand out to me, and I take it without hesitation.
“We don’t have to do this. All three of us, I mean… If it’s too much, you just have to tell us. We’ll understand.” I appreciate Banks trying to give me a way out, but he doesn’t have to. I want all three of them, and I know they won’t hurt me or test my limits. This isn’t about just sex. It’s deeper than that. This is about forging a connection that cannot be broken.
“Don’t. This is what I want. To be with all three of you, together.” I admit wholeheartedly.
“We want that too, but if you change your mind, you can tell us,” Sullivan reminds me.
“I’ll tell you if I do,” I promise, and we all make our way to the bedroom. Once we reach the bed, Oliver and Banks start to strip me of my clothing. Their hands moving at breakneck speed. Once naked and bare to them, I watch each of them quickly strip out of their own clothing, my mouth watering in anticipation.
I’ve been with each of them, and with two of them at once but never all three, and while I’m only a little nervous about what’s to come, there is an entire kaleidoscope of butterflies taking flight in my stomach. Warmth tingles low in my belly at the sight of the three of them shirtless—chiseled muscles that look like they could be carved from stone. As they climb up on the bed, no one says a word. Mainly because there are no words to be said.
Sullivan is the first to make a move, his hands gently cradle my cheeks as he comes in for a kiss. As soon as his lips meet mine, a fire sparks in my belly. I need him. I need all three of them. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Banks moves behind me, pressing hot mouthed kisses against my flesh.
I’m practically melting, and they haven’t even reached the most important spots yet.
“I need to taste you…” Oliver all but growls, moving to his knees.
Breaking the kiss with Sullivan for half a second, I release a gasped, “Yes.”
In a second, I’m moved to my back, all three of them hover over me with their eyes overlooking my body like I’m some kind of sacrificial lamb. Sullivan trails his hands down my body, while Oliver spreads my thighs. An electrical current ripples through me. It feels like I’ve been struck by lightning.
Banks leans forward his hot breath fanning against my hardened nipple. The look in his eyes screams hunger. He wants to devour me from the inside out. And I’ll let him. I’ll let him and his brothers do whatever they want to me.
“Oh, god…” The words just fall from my mouth when Banks’ lips circle my nipple, and Oliver licks me from ass to slit.
“Fuck,” Sullivan exhales, licking his lips one last time before they crash against my own. Oliver worships me with his tongue, feasting on me like I’m his last supper. Banks alternates between each breast flicking furiously against the tight nub before slowing down, teasing me at a treacherous pace.
While Sullivan may seem as if he’s doing nothing, he is kissing me like a woman should be kissed, with love and adoration. I moan between our kisses, feeling my pulse pound in my ears, and my body shudders as red hot heat spreads through my limbs.
“Do you have any idea how pretty you are when you’re coming?” Sullivan whispers into the shell of my ear as he peppers kisses along my throat. “Your pale cheeks are tinted the color of roses, and your chest rises and falls so rapidly. I’ve never seen your eyes so big and bright. Fall apart, sweetheart, and I promise, we’ll catch you.”
I’d never before thought that the cliché come on command thing worked, but it’s like my body is tethered to his words, waiting with bated breath for his next command. Colorful spots of light appear before my eyes as they drift closed, my entire body shaking, a whole array of fireworks going off inside my belly.
“Fuck,” Banks exhales, “holy shit…”
Oliver continues to feast on me, even as I drift down from my orgasm like a feather floating in the wind. From that moment on, I’m melting, becoming a goopy mess of soul-searing post-orgasmic bliss.
I can feel the sheets growing wet beneath my ass. I’m soaked, lying in a puddle of my own arousal. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but that’s the last thing on my mind. My hands move to his hair, and I hold him in place between my thighs, needing him and the pleasure he gives me like it’s my next breath.
Oliver spreads me with his fingers and licks my clit with an unbridled hunger. I feel the tingling build deep inside my core again, my back slightly arching off the bed, when Oliver’s fingers move down to my other opening. Before I can think about how wrong this is, his finger is massaging me there, and all that’s left in my mind is how good it feels.
“You like that?” Banks asks, his voice low and husky.
“Yes,” I admit in between heavy panting. My moans become even louder when Oliver pushes the tip of his finger inside, probing the tight ring of muscle while simultaneously working my clit with his tongue. Banks and Sullivan have their hands on me too, I have lost track of who is touching me where. All I know is that I feel like I’m being worshiped by these men.
When Oliver dips his finger into my ass even further, while sucking on my clit for all he’s worth, I’m tipped over the edge once more. I go off like a rocket, soaring through the air, shattering into a million little pieces in the night sky. Tremors wrack my body post-orgasm, and I whimper like a wounded animal as Oliver releases his hold on my thighs.
He climbs up the king-size bed and lies down next to me, he turns my head so I can see him. I’m still coming down from the second orgasm, my limbs feel heavy and feather-light all at once.
“I want you to ride me, baby, and while you do that, Banks is going to claim your ass,” Oliver orders, beckoning me with his finger to come to him.
None of the brothers speak as I crawl on top of Oliver, who is obviously leading the show tonight.
“What about Sullivan?” I groan as he fills me up with his thickness. It’s so hard to think about anything but the burning fire that snakes up my spine as he bottoms out inside of me.
A mischievous grin appears on Oliver’s full lips. “Don’t worry about him, sweetheart. He’ll be coming down your pretty throat while you fall apart over and over again.”
My chest expands and fills with oxygen, but it doesn’t feel like I’m actually breathing. In fact, none of this feels real at all. Them, me, us being together like this.
Oliver reaches up and cradles my cheek gently, his touch drawing me from my rampant thoughts. “Is that okay? Is this what you want?”
Nodding my head, I watch as the brothers arrange themselves on the bed. Banks coming up behind me, his cock pressing against my ass, and Sullivan moving to just above Oliver’s head. Saliva pools in my mouth as my eyes catch sight of Sullivan’s thick cock bobb
ing in the air. I want it. I need it.
Air swooshes from my lungs as Oliver enters me deeply, at a new angle, the head of his cock brushing against the back of my channel. I lean forward and wrap my hand around Sullivan’s cock, my insides tingling with pleasure as he releases a hiss through his teeth.
“Fuck, if your mouth feels anything like your hand, I’m done for.” Smiling, I stroke his dick up and down while the pleasure in my own core burns hotter and hotter.
Oliver lifts one of his hands, keeping the other firmly in place on my hip, and plucks at my overly stimulated nipples, and then I feel it… something warm and sticky sliding down my ass crack. Banks’ fingers move through the unknown liquid, and I shudder as he reaches my puckered asshole, his thumb pressing against the tight muscles of my hole.
“Relax, baby, I won’t take this virgin hole until you’re ready. Till you’re spent, nothing but a withering mess.” His thumb presses against the tightness, and without thinking, I push back against him, wanting him there.
My ass pulses and, even though, there is pressure, and a tinge of pain, it lessens as Oliver strokes me deeply with his cock. Banks moves his finger in and out gradually, so slowly that I almost forget that he’s there.
The grip I have on Sullivan’s cock tightens, and I lean forward, bringing my lips to the smooth head. He groans as I wrap my lips around him and drag my tongue on the underside. A drop of salty warm liquid hits my tongue, and there is something so erotic about that, I can’t help but moan around his length.
With Sullivan in my mouth, Oliver in my pussy, and Banks playing with my ass, my whole body is on fire. My senses are overwhelmed, and my brain is flooded with endorphins, making it impossible to think about anything besides what I am feeling right this moment. And what I’m feeling is every nerve ending in me being charged and ready to burst, sending me into oblivion.
Banks adds a second finger, stretching my tight hole just as Oliver picks up speed. Sullivan is also growing more eager. His large hands cupping my head, holding me in place as he thrusts into my mouth, his hard length sliding in and out over my tongue until he hits the back of my throat and I gag a little.
I didn’t think I could possibly come again since I’d already come twice, but somehow, I am already teetering on the edge again. I’m consumed with need for them. My body screaming for their touch. My mind is on the verge of insanity. I feel like I imagine a drug addict must when they’re trying to get their next fix. Oliver, Banks, and Sullivan are my drug, a fix I crave more than anything else.
Overwhelmed with need, I suck Sullivan as hard as I can, wanting him to come, wanting to give him pleasure like he gives me. He growls like some kind of animal while his cock swells in my mouth, his fingers twist in my hair, pulling on some strands. I don’t know what it is about that small pain on my scalp, but it sends me over the edge. Pain and pleasure mixing together, creating a beautiful symphony of pleasure. I come hard, moaning around Sullivan, and like a chain reaction, he comes apart as well. Salty warm seed fills my throat as ecstasy ripples through me.
Oliver’s fingers are digging into my hips as he buries himself so deeply inside of me, I can feel him in my belly. Banks pushes two of his fingers inside my ass deeper than before, the foreign feeling only prolonging my orgasm.
My vision goes blank, and my body goes limp as I come down from my third climax. Sullivan slips out of my mouth slowly, leaving a salty train of cum behind on my tongue. He still cradles my head when he kisses me softly before climbing off the bed. As soon as he disappears, I collapse on top of Oliver.
“I think you are relaxed enough now,” Banks announces, chuckling behind me. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He runs his hand over my ass, and up my lower back, his simple touch feels so intense.
“Yes…” I half moan.
Banks removes his fingers and replaces it with the smooth head of his cock. He pushes against the tight ring, and all I can feel is pressure. His cock is much bigger than his fingers, and for a moment, I don’t think it’s going to fit.
“Relax,” Oliver whispers in my hair and thrusts inside me, rubbing against my clit as he does. The sensation relaxes me more than his words, and I loosen up enough for Banks to slip inside of my ass.
“There you go,” Banks growls, his voice strained like he is trying to hold back. Slowly, he inches his way inside of me while Oliver momentarily stills. “How does that feel?”
“I feel… full, so full…” My voice comes out breathy, just like my whole body feels right now. “But it feels good… so good.”
At my words, Banks starts moving a little more, and a small whimper escapes my lips.
“Are you sure?” Oliver asks, running his hands over my arms and shoulders.
“Yes, I want you to move. Both of you,” I urge, and they don’t need another invitation. Oliver starts moving, thrusting again, and Banks starts to match Oliver’s pace. The feeling is new and almost too much, but I don’t want it to stop.
“Fuck, Harlow,” Banks groans behind me as they fall into a rhythm. “You don’t know how good this feels…”
“I’m not going to last long like this,” Oliver says, his voice strained like he is barely holding on.
“Me neither, I’m about to come,” Banks growls, and shortly after, I can feel him growing even bigger inside of me, his movements growing frantic, and his hand landing flat between my shoulder blades, pushing me down on to Oliver’s chest. I bury my face into the crook of his neck. Oliver tries to match his brother’s strokes. Both of them thrusting inside of me furiously now, and all I can do is lie there and take the enormous amount of pleasure they’re giving me.
They come almost simultaneously. Oliver holding me close to him, and Banks leaning over my back, kissing my shoulders until he stills inside of me.
I’ve never felt so spent in my life. I’m physically drained but emotionally full. This was so much more than sex; it was us becoming one. Four people coming together and proving how much they belong as one.
“I love you,” I murmur into Oliver’s skin.
“I love you too,” Oliver replies.
“You have no idea how much I love you,” Banks says in between kisses to my heated skin.
“I love you too, Harlow, we all do.” Sullivan appears next to the bed. I turn my head to look at him. “I ran a bath for you. It’s ready when you are,” he smiles, and all I can think of is how I got so lucky?
33
It’s weird to be back in Bayshore, maybe because I didn’t think I would ever return here. It all looks the same, like the college town I remembered it to be. With bars, coffee shops, bookstores, and small 24-hour convenient stores on every corner; to fill every student’s needs.
“We’re going to drop you off at the gallery, but we won’t leave you there alone. We’ll be right outside in the car,” Oliver explains as if we are planning some kind of super-secret mission.
“I’ll be fine. It’s an art gallery, and it’s not like anybody would expect me to be here. I’m just going to walk in and see if Shelby is here so I can talk to her. If she isn’t, I’ll walk right back out, and we’ll think of another plan, okay?” I look between the guys and wait for all three to give me a small nod before I open the door and get out of the car.
I can feel their eyes on me as I walk down the sidewalk toward the storefront of the gallery. A pounding forms behind my eyes and the sense of deja vu overcomes me. I continue walking until I’m in front of the glass door, my hand on the handle ready to pull the door open when the memory rushes in like water flooding a basement, seeping in through all the open cracks.
“I’m looking for Shelby. I’m sorry to show up here, I know she is working but this is kind of an emergency.”
“Who?” The woman looks genuinely confused, her eyebrows drawing together.
“Shelby,” I say louder, she must have not heard me clearly.
“Doesn’t ring a bell. Is she one of our artists?”
“Oh…ah, maybe… maybe I'm at the wro
ng gallery, I’m sorry,” I say embarrassed, before turning on my heels.
“This is the only gallery in town, miss.”
I freeze with my hand hovering inches away from the doorknob. My mind goes blank and then this feeling of utter dread creeps its way up my spine and settles into the base of my skull.
Nothing makes sense, everything I thought I knew is wrong. My life built with building blocks of lies and deceit and like a Jenga tower someone pulled the one piece that has it all crashing down.
I feel like I’m trapped in this moment, my mind frozen in time. My thoughts hovering somewhere in between disbelief and unbelievable despair.
“Are you okay, miss?”
When I shake out of the memory, I’m not sure how long I’ve been standing there, but it feels like an eternity. I don’t know why I’m so surprised by this lie. I already knew she was lying to me about numerous things, so why does this feel even worse?
“Harlow? What’s wrong?” Banks comes out of nowhere, his hand coming to rest on my lower back.
“She never worked here,” I answer. “I just remembered it. She lied to me about this too.”
“I’m sorry… come on, let’s get you home,” Banks coaxes, his voice laced with concern. I let him lead me down the sidewalk, my mind still reeling from the recovered memory.
For some reason, I can’t shake the feeling that there is more… more to this story… more I need to remember. It isn’t until we are about to cross the road that it hits me. The most important memory of all. The final piece to the puzzle…
I look up, the scenery changing around me, the ground beneath me suddenly seems different. Sounds piercing through the fog surrounding my brain. Someone is screaming, but I can’t make out what is being said. Then something catches my eye. I look up to see two bright lights heading straight for me. But I’m not fast enough, there is no time.
I watch in shock as the engine revs up, the car coming at me, and all I can do is stand there like a deer caught in the headlights… literally.
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