“Get her good and ready, Luca,” Gavin ordered, low and almost dangerous. “You’ve gotta give that ass the kind of ride it deserves.”
“It’s a good ass,” Cade grunted in front of me, holding the base of his cock in his hand. “It’ll be hot, seeing you all full.”
My attempt at a reply was cut off when I felt a blunt finger slip inside me, pressing forward. It was a foreign feeling, but there was no pain, and Luca made sure his other hand slid to my front, starting to lightly stroke my clit. When I was breathing hard, whimpering with need as I rocked into him, he added a second finger.
That was more intense. Still not too painful, but I appreciated that Luca was taking it slow for me. He urged me to relax, stroking my pussy and kissing my neck and lightly shushing me, a comforting sound.
When I was open enough, as open as I could hope to be, Luca finally brought the head of his cock to my entrance. He added more lube to his tip, slicking more between my ass cheeks too, always showing so much care. And soon he was easing into me, a breathy groan in my ear as he stretched me in a new way.
There was a sting at first, but I breathed through it. Both of my other guys whispered their encouragement too, telling me how good I looked, spread out for them, taking Luca’s cock in my willing, virgin ass. Slowly, we reached the point where Luca could move, thrusting up into me. That was the cue for the scene to progress further. For Cade and Gavin to join us in the pleasure.
There was more shifting, more negotiation of bodies into a place that felt comfortable for all of us. And then, with Luca stillstretching me in a foreign way, Cade brought his body in line with mine and pressed his insistent cock to my soaked entrance. Carefully, with enough restraint that it impressed me, he thrust forward.
I was so full, I wasn’t sure how to handle it. Pinned between these two men, I could hardly move, though the longer they let me adjust, the more I wanted friction. I was panting, desperate for more, when they finally started to move.
They seemed to hold me in place to allow themselves to control the thrusts. Luca’s were careful, shallow, and controlled, while Cade became more and more intense the longer things went on. I was half sobbing from the pleasure when I realized the fantasy wasn’t complete. That I needed Gavin in my mouth to complete the perfect tableau.
Gavin was tall enough that his erection was nearly level with my face when he sat up on his knees beside us. I turned my head toward him, opening my eager mouth as if to beg him to fill it, and then he swore as he gave in, plunging inside.
I moaned long and guttural around Gavin’s cock, around all of them, as things heated up further. Gavin grasped at my hair, holding my head as he fucked my mouth, while Cade and Luca took turns thrusting my hips in and out of the position I started in, carrying me along with the tide of their hips. I could feel myself starting to approach the threshold where I’d come apart again, nearing another intense climax that I worried might break me into pieces for real. Gavin struggled to command the scene when he was so wrapped up in the pleasure too, his cock stroking the back of my throat and pulsing as he held off on his own release, but he was still in charge. Still the commanding, sexy man who had encouraged us to explore this all those years ago in Vegas. He panted, saying, “She’s so pretty, taking all our cocks like this, boys. But I bet she’d be prettier painted with our cum.”
I felt myself sob around his hardness in my mouth, trying to give him aGod, yes, the sound coming out muffled but appropriately desperate to communicate what I wanted them to know. That I loved the sound of that, all three of them finding their release, claiming me in a sticky, sweet mess. An obscene masterpiece. At my attempt at confirmation, Gavin thrust into me once, twice more, and I sucked him hard, urging him to combust. He withdrew from my lips just in time to spurt his hot seed over my chest.
I cried out, an unintelligible sound, as the sight of him losing himself, spending on my skin sent me over the precipice. I came harder than I ever had, shaking violently in Cade and Luca’s arms. Luca lifted me off of him just in time to find his own release. The hot spurts streaked across my ass, a filthy brand marking myself as his. Theirs.
Cade was the last one to explode. He growled, cried out as he gave two more hard, delicious thrusts that pounded against my G-spot, and somehow I was comingagainas he erupted within me, pulling out and painting my folds with yet more sticky, hot cum. I cried out all three of their names as my body shook. Somehow, when the aftershocks were over, I was spread across the three of them, our naked, sweaty skin together. I was a mess, covered in the three of them, trembling from exhaustion and pleasure and an emotion I was too afraid to name, and I was more content than I’d maybe ever been.
The guys cleaned me up tenderly, kissing my skin, my lips as they wiped me with damp cloths and dressed me in a fuzzy hotel robe that probably cost more than my rent. My head was all fuzzy, lust-drunk, circling and re-circling the memories of this incredible night. The dinner, the karaoke, and then each indulgent moment of their bodies and mine. Luca’s sweetness, the way his confidence grew with each second as he let himself be swept up in the sensations instead of worrying about how hemeasured up. Cade’s intensity, his strength, and near aggression that took my body on a roller-coaster ride of pleasure. And then Gavin, his effortless sexual allure outside of the bedroom that translated to arrogance and dominance inside it. Individually, they each had such allure. Together, they were even better. Tonight made me want to do this again and again forever. To forget about the temporariness that had been the staple of my love life before and sink my roots into Gavin, Cade, and Luca for good.
But that idea was still so…uncertain. And with uncertainty came fear. Terror even. I had never pictured myself committing to someone, much less three someones, regardless of how amazing they were. And as exciting as it was to share them, to explore this strong pull and entertain thoughts of throwing caution to the wind and letting this be our reality long-term, I wasn’t sure if I was cut out for it. If it would make sense in my life. Especially where Daphne was concerned.
Still, I snuggled into the arms of the three men I’d crossed every line with tonight, settling into the luxurious hotel bed for a night of thoughtless, easy sleep. I was always better at living in the moment than thinking about the future. And that was exactly what I needed tonight.
29
ALLIE
How did it make sense that I was more nervous for a day at the zoo with a four-year-old than I’d been for my first night with Cade, Luca, and Gavin since the night said four-year-old had been conceived?
It didn’t. But it was the nonsensical reality I was living in as I fussed with my hair, struggling to get it into a ponytail that was high and cute and neat like a cheerleader’s instead of sloppy and lumpy like a tired mom who didn’t know how to look presentable during a casual outing with her kiddo. Just as I was considering chopping all of my hair off in the bathroom mirror in a full emotional meltdown that was greatly out of proportion to the situation, my little girl came bounding into the doorway, looking up at me with a sweet, excited smile.
“You look pretty, Mommy,” she told me right away. This was her new favorite thing—giving out compliments, especially to me. The frequency didn’t make it any less adorable. I crouched to her level, meeting her blue eyes—were they from Cade, or from me?—and smiling softly.
“You’re pretty too, sweet girl.” She’d insisted on picking her own zoo day outfit, and she’d chosen a perfectly appropriatemulticolored giraffe-print romper. It exposed her shoulders, so we’d have to be extra diligent about the sunscreen, but that was typical in a redhead household like ours. I wondered idly if Cade’s family had redhead genes too. “Are you looking forward to meeting Mommy and Luca’s friends today?”
Daphne nodded, though there was trepidation in it. She bit her lip, shifting her feet, which were clad in her favorite bright pink sneakers. It gave me the idea to grab her pink sun hat on the way out for some extra sun protection.
“Are your friends nice?” she surprised me by asking.
My heart squeezed. “Of course, baby. They’re really nice. Very…um, very good friends. And I know they’ll want to be your friends too. That’s why we’re doing this today, actually. Because they know how important you are to me, and they want to meet you.” I swallowed hard, hesitating before I added a disclaimer that was more for me than for her. “But if you don’t like them, just tell me, okay? I’m serious. Even a second where you’re not happy, and they’re gone. You’re number one for me, and you always, always will be.”
Daphne gave that some thought too. She always seemed to think harder than other kids her age, and I thought maybe it was the universe trying to make up for the lack of thinking I’d done for most of my life—all of it before Daphne. Maybe thoughtful decision-making skipped a generation in the Tate family.
Finally, her face broke into a sunny, sweet smile that cleared away the clouds in my head.
“I like Luca, so if your other friends are like him, I bet I’ll like them too.”
God, I loved this child with my whole heart.
