by Eva Ashwood
My tongue slides out and he opens his mouth to meet me, his own tongue clashing with mine as our bodies come together like two combustible chemicals.
A low noise behind me draws my attention. There’s a warning in it, like a wolf warning off another predator from his kill.
But the thing is… I’m not fucking prey.
And I get to choose.
When West and I finally break our kiss, my clit is throbbing gently, pleasure and desire building up in my body like steam in a pot. His gray eyes are dark as storm clouds as he looks down at me, and for once, I don’t hesitate or second-guess myself.
I just take what I want.
Keeping my hand looped around the back of West’s neck, I pivot in place, taking a half-step closer to Trent. They were so close together as they fought that that’s all it takes to close the distance between us, and as soon as I reach Trent, I wrap my arm around his neck too, leaning up to claim his lips.
They’re stiff and unyielding at first. I can still feel the anger bubbling under his skin like lava waiting to pour out of a volcano. But I slide my tongue across the seam of his lips, tasting him, consuming him, demanding entry—and with a low groan, he lets me inside.
We kiss with fierce, desperate strokes of our tongues, breathing hard in the small moments when our lips break apart.
With a sharp tug, West pulls me back toward him, and instead of fighting it or resisting, I go willingly.
His lips catch mine again, and I know he must be able to taste Trent on me, just like Trent could probably taste West.
His touch is rougher this time, everything about the kiss less controlled. I don’t fight that either. In fact, I crave it. Knowing that I’m driving him beyond reason and restraint makes wetness slick my panties as my clit throbs in time to my racing heart.
I’m lost in West’s kiss when something tickles the back of my neck. Gentle hands pull my hair out of the way, draping it over my shoulder, and a moment later, a second set of lips finds the sensitive skin at the base of my neck.
I moan into West’s mouth, kissing him harder as a wave of desire threatens to overwhelm me.
Fuck. Yes. Please.
Trent shifts even closer behind me, his hips pressing against my ass as his mouth continues to devour me. I shift against him, rubbing my ass against the hardness I feel there, and his hand whips up to grab my chin, turning my face away from West’s.
“Is this what you want, Ems?” Trent demands.
His voice is ragged, harsh, almost angry-sounding, and he kisses me so hard it feels like I’m drowning. West’s hands are all over me, and even as Trent kisses me, his friend licks and sucks at the column of my throat, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Yes,” I breathe.
It’s the truest damn word I’ve ever said in my life.
This is exactly what I want. I’m surrounded by the two men, my small body completely encased between their larger ones. I can feel both of their cocks, hard as steel, pressing against me. Both of their lips consume my body, and my hands move over each of them with a grasping, possessive touch.
Trent kisses me again, his fingers digging into the sides of my face as he squeezes my jaw. I know the anger is still in him, but as we kiss, I can feel it transforming into something else.
Need.
I don’t let myself stop, refusing to take even a moment to think about this. I’ve already thought about it, more than I care to admit. I know what I’m asking for, and I’m damn sure I want it.
West’s hands palm my ass, dragging me against him so hard that my feet actually leave the floor. I lift my legs and wrap them around his lean waist as Trent steps closer behind me. I’m held up between the two men, and when I drop my head back against Trent’s shoulder, West presses his lips to a sensitive spot on my throat and sucks hard.
I groan, rocking my hips against him. With a growl, Trent grabs a fistful of my hair and turns my head slightly, angling my head so he can kiss me again.
It’s… mind-blowing.
It’s not like my dream at all—as hot as that was, it was a pale comparison to what it actually feels like to have multiple men worshipping my body, taking and giving pleasure as if they own every part of me.
I wish Reese was here.
The thought fills my mind with images of the green-eyed man with the teasing smile, and memories of how he fucked me on the day of my interview. A new wave of arousal burns through me, and I writhe in West and Trent’s arms, trying to grind my clit against West’s hard stomach as I kiss Trent even deeper.
I don’t know how it happens. It shouldn’t even be possible for these two men to be so in sync, considering that just a few minutes ago, they looked like they were about ready to kill each other. But somehow, without speaking a single word, the two of them move at the same time, carrying me between them toward Trent’s bedroom, which is closest to the living room.
They stumble inside, neither one taking his lips or hands off me, and I hear the door slam shut as Trent kicks it closed.
Now their touches become even more frenzied, their kisses and hungry bites even more demanding. West keeps a firm grip on me as Trent peels my shirt off from behind, unhooking my bra a second later. Both items are discarded, tossed away on the floor somewhere as Trent reaches around to palm my breasts, pinching my nipples so hard I let out a yelp that turns into a groan.
“You want this, Ems?” he asks again, but there’s something different in his voice this time. Something that makes me think he wants me to say yes.
“Yes. Yes, please,” I pant out, giving him exactly what he wants.
He and West both make feral, predatory noises that seem to travel straight to my clit. A second later, West turns and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce a little on the soft mattress, and the two men tower over me, each gazing down at me with unwavering stares as they pull their own shirts off.
Their movements are just as in sync as when they carried me into the bedroom, and something about that turns me on so much. It’s like they were meant to do this, meant to share me between them.
Every shred of shyness I might’ve once had has disappeared, burned away by the need coursing through me. I scrabble for the button of my pants and then yank my zipper down, shimmying my nice work slacks down my legs before kicking them off along with my flats.
I’m still in my underwear, and judging by the way both men freeze, their gazes locked on the spot at the apex of my thighs, they can see how wet I am—see the patch of darkened fabric where my arousal has soaked through my panties.
“Fuck,” Trent bites out. “Jesus fucking Christ, Ems.”
13
Emma
Trent’s gaze shifts to West, and for a moment, I have the horrible thought that I might’ve just made things worse instead of better. Are they about to start fighting again? Did I push them both too far?
But instead of taking a swing at West, Trent reaches down and loops his hand around my ankle, dragging me down the mattress toward him. He hooks my panties and yanks them off, nearly tearing them in his hurry to get them off my body.
When he sees my bare pussy, glistening with my own arousal and flushed and swollen with need, he licks his lips. Beside him, West undoes his pants and shoves them down his legs, kicking them off as his thick cock springs free, jutting out from his body.
I want to take in the sight of him, to drown in the image of pure masculinity before me. But my attention is hauled back to Trent when he dips his head and runs his tongue up my slit, gathering the sticky arousal that coats my folds.
My hips buck off the bed, and his mouth moves with them, his lips wrapping around my clit as his tongue lashes back and forth in hard strokes.
It’s like he’s trying to punish me with pleasure.
The breath catches in my throat as my entire body locks up, too many sensations registering all at once. I feel the mattress shift beside me, but I’m only vaguely aware of it. My hips are chasing Trent’s tongue, undulating against the har
sh strokes as he laps at me, and if this goes on for much longer, I’m going to come like a fucking freight train.
Just as heat begins to pool in my belly, I’m tugged away from Trent’s mouth. West pulls me toward him, rolling me over so that my body is draped over his, my legs straddling him. The quiet intensity that’s all West radiates from him as he palms my ass again, guiding me up and down his body. My soaked pussy slides along the length of his thick shaft, and I shudder as his dick rubs against my sensitized clit.
They have me right on the edge already, so worked up from their touch that I’m teetering on the precipice of an orgasm, my whole body flushed and aroused.
“You do want this, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low. It doesn’t sound so much like a question though—more like a statement. Like a realization.
I nod, resting my hands on his muscled chest as I work myself against him, grinding against his cock and teasing us both as the rounded head breaches my entrance.
“Then take what you want, baby,” Trent murmurs from behind me. I can feel the heat of him, feel the burning trail his fingertips leave as they work a path down my spine.
I moan, the sound deep and throaty.
It’s not just his words that affected me so much. Not just the permission he gave me.
It’s the raw lust in his voice.
I can barely believe this is happening, but it is. And neither he nor West are doing this as a favor to me, going along with it grudgingly or unwillingly. They’re both turned on as fuck, every bit of anger and resentment between them now being channeled through an entirely different emotion.
They like seeing me like this, so turned on by both of them. This isn’t an act they’re putting on or a pity fuck.
They want this too.
It’s that thought that pushes me the rest of the way, that gives me the courage to do exactly what I want and say fuck the consequences.
Wrapping my fist around West’s thick length, I rise up on my knees and line him up, then sink down slowly, impaling myself completely on his cock. He lets out a low groan, and I hear Trent make a choked noise behind me.
“Ride him,” Trent rasps out. “Let me see what you look like when you’re fucking him.”
Fire burns through my veins, and my entire body feels like it’s carrying an electric charge. My clit is throbbing, my pussy aching, and there’s no other choice in the world but to obey Trent’s command.
Slowly, I rise up and sink back down, using my thigh muscles to control my movements. Trent is still behind me, and I can only imagine the view he’s getting as I fuck his best friend in long, slow strokes.
West’s breathing is choppy, and his nostrils flare as his pelvis rises up to meet mine. His hands fall on my hips, gripping so tightly I’m sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow, and each time I sink down, I grind against him, getting perfect friction on my clit.
I’m close again.
Already.
I was right on the edge when West pulled me away from Trent’s sinful mouth, and now I’m rising even higher than that, my entire body tingling from head to toe.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “Oh, fuck.”
There’s an angry growl behind me, and a second later, Trent’s hands replace West’s on my hips. He lifts me all the way off his friend, and West’s cock slides out of me, slick with my arousal. Trent yanks my hips back a little, and the force of the movement sends my upper body plummeting until it’s draped over West’s chest.
A second later, Trent plunges inside me from behind.
I groan, clutching at West’s broad shoulders as my breasts press against his chest. He holds on to me tightly, and when I tilt my head up a little, I see him gazing over my shoulder to where Trent is fucking me hard and fast.
My spine is curved, my ass high in the air, and Trent is on his knees behind me. It’s a different angle than the one West had, and it hits new spots inside me—even though there’s no longer direct pressure on my clit, the head of Trent’s cock is hitting me exactly where I need it.
Four hands touch me, and I hear the ragged sound of both men breathing hard and fast. My nipples are hard as diamonds, and they brush against West’s chest with every punishing thrust from Trent.
I can’t move. I can barely think.
I may have started this, but I’m no longer the one in control. And it feels fucking amazing. Every thought drifts out of my head, leaving only the sensations tearing through my body. Just as Trent’s thrusts begin to push me toward the orgasm that’s been threatening for so long, West grabs my hips again.
“Mine,” he grunts, and despite the haze of lust clouding my mind, I’m still shocked as hell when Trent releases his grip on me, allowing West to pull me forward.
I sink onto the cock of the man beneath me again, and my walls clamp down tight as he slides in all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck, Emma.” He jerks his hips upward, sinking even deeper as if he can never get close enough. “You’re so fucking perfect. You like this, don’t you? You like having both our cocks.”
“Yes.”
I feel dirty and filthy as I say it. But I also feel… free. I’ve kept that truth trapped inside my chest for too long now, and I’m done denying it. Even if this is nothing more than a one-time, insane moment the three of us share, it’s exactly what I want, and I’ll never regret it.
Hearing the naked honesty in my voice must do something to the men too, because they fall into perfect sync once more. Trent kisses and gropes me while I ride West, and when he can’t take it anymore, he pulls me off his friend and thrusts into me from behind again.
They share me back and forth, and with every touch, every thrust, the desire building inside me spirals higher and higher. I’m so wet that I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, coating each man’s cock and mixing with their precum.
I feel like I’ve stepped out of the body I once had and into an entirely new one—one that’s capable of more pleasure than I ever thought possible.
As West pulls me down onto his cock again, my toes curl against the blankets, and my head drops as a powerful wave of ecstasy surges through me.
I can’t hold it off anymore.
I’ve been walking the fine line of pleasure for too long, and now I’m about to fall off the cliff into oblivion.
My body begins to shake, my breath stuttering as I undulate against West, riding his cock with everything I have.
“You gonna come, Holloway?” Trent grates out behind me. He grabs a fistful of my hair close to the roots, tugging just hard enough to make it sting, and I groan in response. “You gonna give your sweet cream to West? Let him feel how tight you get when you come around him?”
Trent’s other hand slides down my back, delving between my ass cheeks. I’m so wet that he just has to dip his fingers a little lower to slick them with my juices, and that’s exactly what he does before sliding a finger into my tight back hole.
I open my mouth on a ragged cry as the orgasm crests inside me. Waves of pleasure crash through me as Trent slips his finger even deeper, fucking me with it just like West is fucking my pussy.
It’s too much. The overload of sensations hits me like an electric shock, and I scream out my release as West drags me down hard on his cock one more time, jets of hot cum filling me.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” Trent breathes. “I can feel West coming inside you, Ems. I can feel what it does to you.”
His dirty words, and the desperate arousal in them, make me groan helplessly. I’m still coming, my body clenching around West’s cock over and over even as he stops pulsing inside me.
And then I’m suddenly lifted one more time. I feel a gush of wetness spill down my thighs as Trent pulls my hips toward him and drives inside me. Wet slapping sounds mix with the pants and groans in the room as he fucks me hard and fast, pounding into me until he finds his own release.
His hips grind against mine, swiveling and rotating as my spasming pussy milks every last drop of cum from his cock.
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As the last vestiges of my orgasm fade, all my muscles seem to go limp at once, and I slide off his still semi-hard dick and sprawl on top of West’s large body.
He rolls onto his side as Trent collapses beside us, and I end up sandwiched between the two men. I’m a sticky mess, cum still leaking from my pussy and my own arousal still smeared all over my thighs. But I’m too sated and exhausted to care or move.
For several longs moments, we all just lie there, breathing hard as we come down from the high.
It takes a while for my mind to clear, but as it does, dozens of thoughts start to bounce around in my head.
Holy shit. I can’t believe we just did that.
I can admit to myself by now that this is exactly what I’ve wanted for a long time—maybe since the very beginning, when I first began to fall for all three of the Icons in high school. To not have to pick the one man I wanted to be with, but to share them all. To be shared by them.
But I still can’t believe it actually happened.
When I blink up at West’s face, I can see the marks from his fight with Trent. They’re darker than they were before, the bruises beginning to settle in. As I walked into the house, they were locked in a fist-fight, both men intent on beating the shit out of the other.
How did we get from there to here?
And can this possibly last?
I steel myself, straightening my spine as I roll onto my back. The two men surround me on either side like bookends, and from this position, I can look at both of them, see both of their faces.
Their expressions are unreadable. I can tell that they’re both a little shocked this happened too, although neither of them is radiating the pure, animalistic rage they were when I first walked inside the front door.
“Are you okay?” I ask, shifting my gaze from Trent to West and back again.
Trent huffs a breath, shaking his head. “I just came harder than I think I ever have in my life. So ask my dick that question in a few minutes.”