Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University Book 3)

by Eva Ashwood

“Yes. So much.”

  “Good.”

  West’s mouth claims mine in a deep kiss just as Reese finally reaches the apex of my thighs. As West plunges his tongue into my mouth, his friend licks a long line through my folds, tasting my arousal, and I buck against their hold.

  “You’re so wet for us,” Reese growls, licking me again, devouring me.

  As he does, Trent’s hands roam over my body. The fingers of one large hand find my nipple, and when he pinches it hard and tugs slightly, I clamp my thighs around Reese’s head.

  The man between my legs chuckles softly, making no effort to free himself from the grip of my thighs. Instead, he takes advantage of the fact that he’s locked in place, hooking his hands around my legs and lapping at me with long strokes of his tongue.

  “Reese! Oh, God!” I rip my mouth away from West’s kiss to cry out, holding onto West’s strong shoulders to try to ground myself.

  But none of the men stop. Reese keeps licking me as West kisses me and Trent tortures my flushed, swollen breasts.

  My entire body feels electric, as if sparks are dancing through my veins. Sex with each one of these men individually was mind-blowing, but this? This is world-ending.

  Being touched by all of them at once makes me feel helpless and powerful at the same time.

  I grind my pussy against Reese’s face, completely shameless as need takes over me, making me wanton and aggressive.

  “Please,” I gasp into West’s mouth, grabbing onto Trent’s strong forearm as he massages my breast roughly. “Please, I need to—”

  “Oh, don’t worry, Ems. We’ll make you come.” His voice is raspy and low. “Again and again and again.”

  The dark promise in his voice makes a new wave of heat flash through me, and when Reese wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, I explode. The orgasm washes over me in powerful waves of pleasure that lock up my muscles and make my body jerk and writhe on the bed as a low cry falls from my lips.

  “Good girl. Just like that,” he murmurs encouragingly when he finally releases my clit, his tongue lapping at it several times before he pulls back.

  I miss the feel of his mouth immediately, but before I can beg them for more, the men are already giving it to me. I’m lifted by three sets of hands and turned over onto my stomach as they shift positions slightly on the bed.

  A second later, Trent grabs my hips in a firm grip and pulls them up, bringing me up onto my elbows and knees. I don’t know when it happened, but the men are all naked now, and I’m so fucking glad.

  Trent’s cock nudges my ass, and I lift my head to see the other two men kneeling before me, each one fisting his thick length.

  Oh, God.

  They’re going to touch themselves, jerk themselves off as they watch Trent fuck me. They’ll probably be imagining they’re fucking me too as they do.

  “Wait!”

  My voice stops everything, and all three men freeze.

  “Is this not what you want, Ems?” Trent asks.

  “No, it is.” My heart is beating hard and fast. “But I want more. I want all of you. All of you inside me.”

  My words hang in the air for a moment, as if they’re imprinting on the cells of the men around me. And then I’m moved again, lifted as if I weigh nothing and draped over Reese as he lies back on the bed. His cock is sandwiched between us, and I wrap my fist around him and rise up on my knees to sink down on his length.

  “More?” There’s a teasing note to his voice, and I know he already knows the answer.

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “Will you let Trent have your pretty little ass?”

  My inner muscles clench around Reese in response to his words, and he chuckles. Then he pulls me down to kiss me deeply as Trent’s and West’s hands roam over my body.

  A finger teases my back hole, and I gasp into Reese’s mouth as the intrusion deepens, gently stretching out the tight ring of muscles. I just came hard, but my body still feels desperate for more. So much more that I can’t even articulate it.

  “Ride Reese,” Trent murmurs from behind me. “Get off on his cock and I’ll give you mine.”

  I let out a soft groan and begin to undulate on top of Reese, sliding up and down on his cock. I clench my walls around him, squeezing his thick shaft as he grunts. And a second later, the head of Trent’s cock is at my back entrance, pressing gently inside me. He sinks in deeper with each thrust, matching my movements, and it feels strange but so incredible to have him inside me like this.

  His pelvis finally presses against my ass, and I arch my back a little, panting hard.

  I’m full. So full.

  But I still want more.

  “West,” I gasp.

  It doesn’t take much urging. His cock is so hard it looks painful, the smooth head almost purple and beads of precum leaking from the slit at the tip. He pumps his fist along his length twice as he positions himself in front of me, giving me access to exactly what I want.

  I lift my head, resting my hands on Reese’s chest as I lean forward and run the tip of my tongue over West’s rounded cock head. My ass and pussy both clench, and all three men let out satisfied groans.

  When I wrap my lips around West’s cock and begin to bob my head gently, taking more of him into my mouth each time, the other two men take that as their signal to move.

  They’re gentle with me, even though I can feel the strain in their bodies, the effort it takes to hold back. But they take perfect care of me as they begin to thrust inside me, West claiming my mouth, Reese my pussy, and Trent my ass.

  It’s… perfect.

  My body feels like it was made for these three men, as if every encounter I had with each of them was a preamble to this exact moment.

  Every thrust drives me closer to an indescribable bliss. Every nerve ending in my body blazes with sensation as the four of us move together, finding our rhythm. West’s hand tangles in my hair, and I take him deeper with each bob of my head, fighting back my gag reflex to draw him deeper into my throat.

  I want more of him. I want to take as much of these men as I can.

  “Fuck, Emma. Your mouth feels so damn good. Suck me harder,” he grunts, his hips jerking as his cock swells, thickening and pulsing.

  “Are you close, baby?” Trent whispers from behind me, one hand snaking around to palm my breast, squeezing and tugging at my nipple. The sharp bite of pleasure and pain sends an electric jolt all the way down to my clit, and I writhe on top of Reese, groaning around West’s cock.

  My words were indistinguishable, but Trent doesn’t need to hear words to understand my meaning.

  I’m about to come apart.

  My clit grinds hard against the curls at the base of Reese’s cock every time he impales himself inside me, and my pussy clenches hard around him as I reach the peak of pleasure and begin to free fall into ecstasy.

  I can’t keep my rhythm on West’s cock, and the sensations barreling through me make me afraid I’ll accidentally scrape his thick length with my teeth, so I release him with a wet slurp and wrap my fist around his shaft instead.

  My head falls back against Trent’s shoulder as he and Reese each rock into me, their thrusts growing harder and more desperate as they feel me convulse around them.

  “Goddammit. I can’t hold on any longer,” Reese grits out, his hands grabbing my hips in a punishing grip as he slams into me one more time. I feel the throbbing pulse of his cock as his cum floods my core, and a second later, Trent growls out his release, palming and squeezing my breast as he grinds his hips against my ass. He gives one final tug on my nipple before dropping his hand.

  They’re both still buried inside me, still throbbing with the aftershocks of their orgasms, and I never want them to pull out. I never want to lose this feeling of being utterly complete.

  I’m so wrung out by pleasure that I don’t even have the strength to lift my head from Trent’s shoulder. But my hand keeps working West’s cock, and my gaze lifts to find him staring down at me, some
thing like awe in his expression.

  I pump him harder, watching him the whole time, and I see the exact moment he comes.

  His jaw goes tight, his nostrils flaring as the muscles in his neck stand out in corded lines. Ropes of pearly white cum spurt from his cock, hitting my chest in warm, wet splashes.

  For a moment, all four of us stay just where we are, as if none of us have the strength of will to move.

  Then Reese releases his grip on my hips, running his hands gently up my sides. I look down at him to find him grinning at me, his expression sated and happy.

  He opens his mouth and says—

  BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

  I blink at him. What the fuck?

  BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

  The sound of my alarm snaps me out of the dream with the force of a runaway train. I sit up in Reese’s bed, clutching the covers to myself as my eyes fly open.

  Dim light streams through the windows, and I suck in several deep breaths as I become fully awake.

  Holy shit. That was the most vivid dream I’ve ever had. I swear I can still feel all three men’s hands on me, still feel the three of them inside me.

  I guess this is what I get for making out with all three of them heavily right before going to sleep, but fuck. How is this supposed to help me choose between them? All it did was make me want all three of them more.

  Could I ever have that? Could that possibly be real?

  Biting my bottom lip, I settle my head back onto the pillow and slide one hand under the covers, delving into my soft cotton panties to find my throbbing clit with two fingers. I’m a little embarrassed about masturbating in Reese’s bed, especially after what happened last time, but I need to take the edge off or I’m pretty sure I’ll explode.

  It doesn’t take more than a few quick swirls of my fingers to push me over the edge. My body was so worked up and aroused from the dream that I was on the verge of coming from the moment I woke up.

  My teeth clamp down hard on my lip as my body shudders with release, and I turn my head to bury my face in the pillow as a low, soft moan escapes me. I think this time I managed to keep it quiet enough not to draw attention from anyone in the rest of the house, thank God, so at least I can hopefully avoid that awkwardness.

  But my dream has left me more confused than ever.

  The Icons have told me they’re okay with me pursuing things with each of them if it’ll help me choose.

  How do I tell them that I’ve already made my choice?

  I don’t want one of them.

  I want all of them.

  7

  West

  Sleeping last night was next to fucking impossible.

  I kept replaying the entire evening in my head—everything from taking Ems out to dinner, to ending up at the police station, to having her soft body in my lap, her lips pressed against mine.

  The tension in the air before we all split to head to bed was so damn thick you could’ve cut it with a knife. Trent, Reese, and I were watching each other like lions fighting over a gazelle, just waiting to see who made the first move. And despite Reese’s little declaration that he was fine with her hooking up with me or Trent, I know that fucker well enough to know when he’s being territorial.

  All of us were.

  Kissing Emma was about more than just the kiss. It was about showing the other two that I’m not gonna just back down. I’m not gonna concede on this. Ever.

  If Emma doesn’t pick me, I’ll respect her wishes. Hell, the three of us have put her through enough bullshit already, I refuse to do anything else that might hurt her.

  But until the exact moment she looks me in the eye and tells me she doesn’t want me, that there’s no hope of us ever becoming a thing, I’m gonna do everything in my power to win her over.

  To show her she belongs with me.

  I let out a low noise as I head into the kitchen, running a hand through my hair before scrubbing my palm down my face.

  Fuck, I need coffee.

  After the shitty night of sleep I had, I feel like the damn walking dead, and that won’t cut it. Emma obviously isn’t safe from Leslie like we thought she was—none of us are—and I want to get moving on figuring that shit out. From the way things ended at the police station last night, it seems to me the cops will probably be pretty fucking useless.

  Local police aren’t really equipped to deal with a hacker working at the level Leslie is. My guess is she could run circles around them all day, which means we can’t count on them to sort this mess out.

  We need to do it ourselves.

  And if that’s what it takes to keep Emma safe from this crazy bitch, I’ll gladly take things into my own hands, starting with figuring out how the fuck Leslie managed to hack all of us from a facility where she has either limited or no access to computers.

  My mind keeps tossing that puzzle around as I fill the coffee pot and pour some grounds into the filter. I’m up earlier than usual since I got sick of staring at the damn ceiling trying to fall back asleep. Trent, Reese, and I all have class today, but none of us have early classes on our schedule, so I don’t expect to see them up for a while.

  But as the coffee starts brewing, I hear a soft noise behind me. I turn around to find Emma slowly backing out of the kitchen, as if she’s trying to escape without getting caught.

  Oh, hell no.

  I have a feeling she’s a little freaked out after last night, but there’s no fucking way I’m letting her pull back now.

  Things have changed between us—after that day we fucked in the kitchen, I could feel that something had shifted. I’d told her I wouldn’t fuck her until I was sure she believed that I wanted to make things better, to make amends for what I did in high school. And that day, I saw it in her eyes. She did believe me.

  And I’m not about to let all of that go.

  Abandoning the coffee, I cross the kitchen in a few strides, catching her wrist before she can flee the room. I tug her back toward me, and although something like panic flares in her eyes, she melts against me when I wrap my arms around her.

  Jesus. She’s so fucking perfect. She fits into my embrace like she was born to be here, and her chocolate brown eyes are wide as she looks up to meet my gaze.

  “Where are you sneaking off too?” I ask. My tone is teasing, but there’s a bit of a growl in my words too, and I feel the shiver that goes through her.

  My cock twitches, stiffening a little, and I’m sure she can feel that too. But damn. The way she reacts to me makes it hard as hell not to pick her up, throw her sexy ass on the counter again, and fuck her so hard she’ll never forget the feel of me between her legs.

  Unlike last time we fucked in the kitchen, I know Trent and Reese are home this time, and part of me likes the idea of waking them up to the sound of Emma screaming my name.

  “I wasn’t sneaking,” Emma murmurs, her voice low. She’s wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, and both things leave way too little to the imagination as she shifts slightly against me. “I just didn’t want to wake anyone up. My alarm went off early and I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

  “Well, you didn’t wake me. Come on, I’ll get you a coffee.”

  I release her reluctantly and grab two mugs from the cabinet, pouring coffee into each. She leans against the counter and watches me as I pour cream and a little sugar into hers. Her eyebrows drift upward a little, and I think maybe she’s surprised I know how she takes her coffee.

  I know a hell of a lot more than that, and I wish I was better with words like Trent and Reese are.

  But I’m not. I wasn’t raised to talk shit out. Hell, in my house it was always better to just keep your head down and your mouth shut if you wanted to avoid a belt or a fist.

  So yeah, I’m not great at talking about my feelings or spinning a load of flowery bullshit.

  But what I can do is show Emma how I feel about her. And I plan to do that in every way possible.

  “Thanks,” she murmurs when I bring the coffee over to he
r. She wraps her small hands around the mug as she accepts it from me, and her fingertips graze mine.

  Maybe this makes me sound like a fucking pussy, but just that small touch makes my blood heat up like it’s caught fire. I want this girl so fucking much that it barely takes anything to get me going.

  And, thank fuck, I’m not the only one.

  Emma lets out a small gasp, her mouth dropping open just a little. Her gaze flies up to meet mine, and whatever she sees in my expression makes her blush.

  Her tongue darts out to lick her lips as something gathers in the air between us.

  Shit, maybe I really will toss her up on the counter and fuck her till neither of us can walk. I’m not sure I can hold on to my self-control much longer.

  “West…”

  Her voice is soft and breathy, and my cock is fully hard now.

  Fuck it. Neither of us needs coffee that badly.

  I set my mug down on the counter and then gently take hers from her, placing it next to mine. My palms land on the smooth countertop on either side of her, boxing her in, as I step a little closer. The heat of our bodies mingles together in the space between us, and her chest rises and falls faster as she swallows.

  “Yeah?” I murmur, my voice rough. “What is it, Ems?”

  “I…” She can’t quite meet my eyes anymore, and her hands fall to my chest as she speaks, her small palms resting against my pecs. “I had a dream last night that…”

  She trails off, and I go completely still. Her pale cheeks have a pretty pink flush to them, and her blonde hair is a little wild, framing her head like a halo. Whatever that dream was, I have a very strong feeling I’m gonna want to hear about it.

  “That what?” I dip my head a little, still enclosing her against the counter with my arms. “What did you dream about?”

  She looks nervous and a little shy, and it only makes me want her more. Emma has this incredible mixture of strength and vulnerability, of innocence and sensuality, that drives me insane. It makes me want to draw out the bad girl in her, the dirty girl who let me fuck her on the kitchen counter and enjoyed every filthy second of it.