I cry out in sheer ecstasy as he claims me, turns me inside out, and devours me. Our lips clash. Our tongues tumble. I explode like a supernova, scattering into a billion little pieces, as Dax revels in my climax, sensing every ripple until he joins me in the sweetest madness.
I feel it as he fills me to the brim, his cock pulsating in blissful release while my pussy tightens, squeezes, welcomes. We stay like that for what feels like forever, utterly relaxed in the shimmering afterglow as we catch our breath.
“I had no control,” is all I can say as I look up at him.
He’s still inside me, and I can feel him getting hard again. Readjusting and rapidly preparing for what I know is going to be a tempestuous round two. One gentle thrust is all it takes to rip a delighted moan from my throat.
“You don’t need control,” he replies, a muscle twitching in his bearded jaw. “You need to let go.”
“Fuck,” I whisper as he moves again.
“You have no idea how incredible you are, do you, Olivia?”
“I’m not—” I gasp as he thrusts himself harder. “Oh, Dax!”
“You are, and I’m going to make you see it if it’s the last thing I do.”
It’s going to be a long night.
I just hope I don’t regret it.
Come morning,I wake up deliciously sore. Physically exhausted. Emotionally appeased. It’s a strange combination, but I welcome it with a smile on my face as I stretch out across my bed.
Dax is not next to me.
I hear noises downstairs. For a second, I’m inclined to worry, but then I remind myself that he’s probably an early riser. We devoured each other until there was nothing left, until I could barely move. I finally fell asleep in his arms, sated and feeling truly free for the first time in my life.
Slowly, I roll out of bed and into the shower, wrapping myself in a towel before making my way downstairs with a soft smile on my face.
“There’s coffee, right?” Beck’s voice has me coming to a sudden halt at the base of the stairs.
I hear Leo’s voice as well. “I made enough for the four of us.”
The four of us.
Dax called them over, and I don’t know how to feel about that. I’m insanely self-conscious all of a sudden, naked and still wet underneath this towel, which feels way shorter now that I know it’s not just me and Dax anymore. But I’m not angry. Good lord, I think I’m a tad excited.
“There she is,” Dax says as he pokes his head through the kitchen door, catching me just as I was about to go back upstairs and put on some actual clothes. “Come on, coffee’s ready.”
“I think I should?—”
“You’re perfect, come on.”
I join them in the kitchen. Dax has a towel tightly wrapped around his waist, which helps me feel less awkward. He comes over and takes me in his arms, kissing me in front of his best friends.
“Good morning,” I hum against his lips.
“You took your sweet time,” he replies while I lose myself in the steely blue pools of his eyes.
“Well, you kind of knocked my lights out,” I whisper in his ear, then slowly pull back to face Beck and Leo.
Both of them watch me with intense interest, half smiles on their lips. Their shirts fit tightly around their massive torsos, bringing all sorts of sinful thoughts to mind.
“What brings you guys over?” I ask, though part of me already knows the answer. It’s written in their eyes.
“The pleasure of your company, for the most part,” Leo replies with a cool grin. “You are definitely a sight for sore eyes, Olivia.”
“And you made coffee,” I say, blushing under their softening gazes. “What else do I smell?”
