by Eva Ashwood
Then his hand slides back up my leg, gripping my thigh and hoisting it over his shoulder before repeating the action on the other side. The billowy fabric of my sundress covers his head as he buries his face between my legs and laps at me with the flat of his tongue like a cat.
“Fuck!”
His action is so intense and unexpected that my body has no time to prepare for the onslaught of sensations, no time to brace for them. Pleasure spreads through me on electric waves and I twist in Reese and Trent’s arms, trying to withstand the overload.
“We’ve got you, Ems,” Reese murmurs, massaging my bare breast with one hand while he holds me steady with the other. His lips trail over my shoulder, tasting my skin like it’s the best dessert he’s ever had.
“Just let go. Come on West’s tongue. Come all over his face,” Trent groans, nipping at my jaw as I lean into his hold.
And that’s all the encouragement I need.
My body has been in a heightened state of arousal since that moment in the hallway with Reese—hell, since before we even entered the restaurant—and the orgasm that’s been lying in wait hits me like a ton of bricks, nearly bowling me over.
I ride West’s face without an ounce of shame, and the rolling undulations of my hips only seem to spur him on. He licks me harder and faster, thrusting his tongue into my pussy like he’s trying to fuck me with it.
“Oh God! West. Trent. Reese…”
Their names fall from my lips with an almost reverent plea as my body goes limp in their arms, finally relaxing as the waves of ecstasy subside.
“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you. Always.”
Reese presses his lips to mine to seal his promise, and then he and Trent slowly help me disentangle from West, lifting me off his shoulders. When I look down at the man with the cloud-gray eyes and broad features, his lips and chin are wet with my arousal.
Maybe there was a time in my life when that would’ve made me blush. Would’ve made me burn with embarrassment for how wet he had made me. But now, it just lights a spark inside my core.
As soon as Trent and Reese settle me back on my feet, I drop to my knees too, wrapping my arms around West’s neck and kissing him. I can taste myself on him, and I love the taste of my arousal on his lips. It’s dirty and hot and sweet at the same time.
My hands are already scrabbling at his pants, unzipping them and shoving them down, pushing his boxer briefs down over his swollen, hard cock too. He tugs his shirt over his head as Reese and Trent help me undress, and by the time I’m out of my sundress, West has kicked off his pants.
He hauls me toward him for another kiss, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. When we break apart for air, Trent and Reese stand on either side of us, already fisting their cocks.
Reese is shirtless, his pants hanging open at the zipper and shoved halfway down his thighs. I fucking love that he couldn’t wait to get them all the way off, that he needed to touch himself first. That the sight of me and his friend like this was too much for him to stand.
I shift my gaze to Trent and find him staring at me with a ravenous expression on his face. As I watch, he kicks off his pants and tosses them aside. His gaze stays on me as he strokes his cock with harsh, deliberate movements.
There’s something almost threatening in the gesture, as if he’s warning me how he’ll fuck me later, and the sight of it makes my toes curl as desire spikes in my bloodstream.
“Is tonight the night, Ems?” he asks, his voice low. “Do you want all of us? Can you take me in your ass while West fucks you? Will you suck Reese so we can all see that gorgeous mouth of yours wrapped around his cock?”
I shiver, on the verge of coming already just from hearing him say all that. “Yes, please. Fuck, yes.”
“God, I love you.”
He drops down beside me and West and plants a devastating kiss on my lips, then slaps my ass hard enough to make me yelp. His hand massages away the sting before slipping down between my legs to feel the gush of arousal that dampens my folds.
“You’re so fucking wet. You’re going to coat my dick in your cream, aren’t you? To make it easier for your ass to take me?”
My eyes are practically rolling back in my head as his fingers slide between my pussy lips, but I nod fervently.
Fuck, yes.
I can hear the wet slapping sounds of Reese jerking off, and the knowledge of what he’s seeing makes a fresh wave of need flood me. Trying to control my breathing as it comes faster and harder, I push against West’s chest, urging him to lie back on the floor.
He does, pulling me after him so that I’m straddling his lean waist. His hands roam my body possessively, his thumbs brushing my nipples, his fingers grazing the undersides of my breasts.
I drape my upper body over his, peppering his chest with kisses, biting at his nipples, and scraping my teeth over the muscles of his shoulders. And all the while, I can feel Trent behind me.
Preparing me.
His fingers dip inside my pussy, gathering my slick arousal before moving upward to slide around the tight ring of my ass. He eases them inside, stretching me out, getting me ready to take something much bigger.
My clit still throbs with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but I’m hungry for more already. Anticipation is building inside me like steam, and I already feel flushed and swollen, my entire lower half tingling with sensation.
We’ve been dancing around this for weeks, getting close, but never quite taking it all the way. I’ve had toys and fingers and plugs inside me as the men fucked me in just about every position imaginable. But this? Having all three of them fill me at once?
This is new territory.
This is taking our relationship to a whole new level.
And I’m so fucking ready for it.
Thick tension seems to fill the room as Trent fucks my ass with his fingers and I rub myself against West, sliding my pussy up and down his wet cock.
When Trent is deep inside me, I can’t take it anymore. I rise up a little higher so that the head of West’s shaft slips inside my core, and then I sink down, impaling myself fully on his length.
He lets out a long, low groan, and Trent works his fingers in my ass a little faster.
I feel full. So alive.
But I need more.
“Reese,” I gasp out, lifting my head and resting my hands against West’s chest as I prop myself up. I glance over at the man with the dancing green eyes and find his gaze locked on me. He’s slowed the movements of his fist as he fucks his hand, probably trying to stave off his orgasm.
Good.
Because I want it.
It’s mine.
I bite my lip, giving a subtle jerk of my chin to invite him closer, and he steps up beside West, dropping down to his knees to give me better access.
That’s exactly what I want.
West is rocking up into me from below, and Trent is timing the thrusts of his fingers to match his friend’s tempo. I’m about to come from the overload of sensations, and I need something to focus on—something to distract me from the orgasm that’s about to crash into me.
Leaning forward a little, I extend my tongue and lick a long line up the underside of Reese’s shaft. He groans, threading the fingers of one hand through my hair as the muscles of his abs clench and contract.
“Fuck. I can’t wait any longer,” Trent rasps out behind me. “Watching you torture Reese’s cock like that. Shit. I need to feel you around me. Need to feel how tight your virgin ass is.”
“Does it really count as virgin at this point?” I shoot back, glancing over my shoulder and making eye contact with Trent as I flick my tongue over the head of Reese’s cock.
Trent’s blue eyes are dark with lust as he arches an eyebrow at me. “Emma, until your ass has taken my cock, it’s virgin.”
The swagger in his voice, the raw confidence and desire, makes me clench around West. Needing an outlet for it all, I wrap my lips around Reese’s shaft and bob my head, taking him
as deep as possible.
All three men make low noises of appreciation, and Trent withdraws his fingers from my ass. His other hand gathers more of my arousal, sliding around the place where West impales me and making both of us groan.
I swallow hard, feeling the first flush of an orgasm spread through my body. Something about the intimacy, the familiarity, and the pure filthiness of Trent’s action makes my heart pound harder in my chest as my body hits a new level of arousal.
“Please,” I gasp, releasing Reese from my mouth long enough to beg. “Trent. Fuck my ass. Now!”
I don’t need to give him any more encouragement than that.
He grunts something under his breath that I’m too delirious with need to make out, and then I feel the thick head of his cock find my tight back hole.
Oh, shit. He was right.
He stretched me out, spent time preparing me, and it’s not the first time we’ve done ass-play. But this is something else entirely.
As he begins to press inside, moving slowly and gently to let my body adjust, I groan at the sheer size of him.
Holy fuck. He’s so big. There’s no fucking way he’ll fit.
“You can do it, Ems. I know you can take me,” he whispers in a choked voice. He sounds like he’s dying, and I can only imagine how tight I must feel around him.
I want him to be right. I want him inside me so damn bad. I want to feel him and West inside me at the same time, their cocks separated only by a thin wall, moving together, filling me up.
So I concentrate on Reese instead, letting my body do what it instinctively knows how to as I allow my muscles to relax. Everything I’m feeling, I pour into the blowjob I’m giving Reese, sucking and licking and slurping at his cock as all three men watch me.
“That’s it, Ems. Just like that.”
West’s voice is low, and he slips a hand between us as he speaks, finding my clit and rubbing in fast circles.
The jolt of sensation that flies through me makes my body tense up again momentarily, but then the pleasure begins to seep through my body like a slow-moving wave, filling each of my limbs and letting me take Trent fully.
I feel it the moment he’s finally all the way inside. His hips rest against my ass, and every time he or West moves, sensation radiates outward from my core.
Tears sting my eyes as I take Reese all the way into the back of my throat, swallowing until my gag reflex kicks in and then repeating the gesture, wanting to feel all of them as deep inside me as possible.
“Yes, beautiful.” Trent’s whispered words brush against my ear. “You’re so perfect for us. For all of us.”
And then we all begin to move.
Slowly at first, careful to take care of each other.
Then faster and harder as need and desire swirl together, as the last vestiges of pain and tension dissolve into nothing but pleasure.
I don’t speak. I literally can’t.
But little noises pour from my throat, reverberating around Reese’s cock, and the grunts and curses of the three men surrounding me fill the air, becoming the only soundtrack I ever want to hear.
A sheen of sweat covers my body, and my muscles begin to shake with effort. I lose track of time, of anything but the present moment, as we all rock together, thrusting and grinding and grasping and licking.
And when I finally come, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
I feel it in my whole body, a starburst of sensation that momentarily blocks out every bit of light.
I’m floating.
I’m breathless.
I’m free.
I’m fucking loved.
Then pleasure rips through me like a bolt of lightning, and I scream around Reese’s cock as Trent and West both swell and pulse inside me.
“I’m coming, Ems. I’m fucking coming.”
Reese’s choked words reach my ears a second before he thickens on my tongue. I take his cock as deep as I can, swallowing when his cum hits the back of my throat. He’s so deep I barely even taste his salty essence, but then I draw back, running my tongue over the length of him and lapping up every last bit as his dick twitches and jerks.
Trent carefully pulls out of my ass, and West helps me rise up onto my knees so his cock slips out of me too. I can feel their cum mingling as it drips down my thigh, but all I can do at the moment is collapse between them as Reese hits the floor next to us.
All four of us are gasping for breath, sweaty, sticky, and exhausted.
“Holy fuck,” Reese says, awe in his voice. “Holy fuck. Holy… fuck.”
Trent chuckles. “I think you broke him, Ems.”
“She definitely broke me,” West comments, pressing a sloppy, tired kiss to my shoulder.
I just stare up at the ceiling, a slow smile spreading over my face.
We never even made it to the bedroom.
We just had sex on the floor in the living room, and now we’re lying in an exhausted mess, too tired to even move to the couch. Too tired to clean up yet. Not wanting to do anything but just lie tangled up with each other, enjoying the afterglow.
That’s a good metaphor for this relationship, I realize.
It’s messy. Unconventional. A little dirty.
Something people on the outside might judge or never be able to understand.
But it’s ours.
And it’s fucking perfect.
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The End
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They say the devil goes by many names, and I know four of them:
Ciro, Hale, Zaid, and Lucas.
My father was once a powerful player in the Chicago underground, but six years ago, he left that life behind.
We changed our names.
Our identities.
Our lives.
The ghosts of the past never forgot him though. They never forgot me.
Dad promised me we were safe, but I should've known that was just another one of his lies.
The past always finds you, and mine finds me on my wedding day when four brutal, dangerous men drag me from the altar in a hail of gunfire.
Four men who used to be four boys.
Four boys I cared about.
Four boys I left behind.
They're not the same boys I knew though, and whatever we may have once been to each other, it doesn't matter anymore.
Because they're only one thing to me now:
My captors.
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Books by Eva Ashwood
Clearwater University
(college-age enemies to lovers series)
Who Breaks First
Who Laughs Last
Who Falls Hardest
Magic Blessed Academy
(paranormal academy series)
Gift of the Gods
Secret of the Gods
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Wrath of the Gods
The Dark Elite
(dark mafia romance)
Vicious Kings
Beautiful Devils
Ruthless Knights
Slateview High
(dark high school bully romance)
Lost Boys
Wild Girl
Mad Love