Evie turned her head to see the three men standing beside the bed, their intense expressions a mixture of scrutiny, desire, and something deeper that made her throat tight with emotion. Shepherd was already pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the broad expanse of his chest with its dusting of dark hair. Gabe had removed his tie and was unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving hers. And Asher - sweet, playful Asher - was already down to his boxer briefs, his lean body practically vibrating with barely contained energy.
“I’m going to fuck this naughty little bottom to remind you who you belong to,” Gabe growled as Asher crawled onto the bed, stroking his erection, and Shepherd helped Evie straddle him.
"Sweet crumbling croissants," Evie gasped, her eyes widening as his meaning registered. They’d messed around a little since the night they’d all come together, but they hadn’t reprised their foursome. With Ollie and her parents back at home, they’d needed to be more circumspect. Now Evie realized just how much she needed them. Needed this. It was like an affirmation.
Gabe's words sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body, making her already sensitized skin tingle with anticipation. The deep timbre of his voice, the possessive glint in his eyes – it was all too much and not enough at the same time.
She loved it.
She loved them.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
EVIE
“Is that what you want, baby girl?" Gabe asked, his fingers tracing the burning outline of his belt marks on her bottom. "Do you want me to claim this naughty hole while you ride Asher's cock?"
Evie could only nod, her throat too tight to form words. The sharp sting of her punishment had morphed into a throbbing ache that somehow intensified the liquid heat pooling between her thighs. Her body was a contradiction – pain and pleasure, shame and desire all swirling together into something overwhelming.
Shepherd's large hands guided her hips as she positioned herself over Asher, whose boyish face had transformed, all traces of playfulness gone, replaced by raw hunger that made her breath catch. The head of his cock nudged against her entrance, and she was shocked by how ready she was. Slick arousal coated Asher's length as he slowly pushed inside her, the stretch making her gasp and arch her back.
"That's it, sugarplum," Asher groaned, his hands gripping her hips to steady her. "Take me nice and deep."
Evie sank down onto him with a shuddering sigh, her inner walls clenching around his thickness. The fullness was exquisite, made even more intense by the lingering sting across her bottom. Each subtle shift of her hips sent fresh waves of burning sensation across her punished flesh.
"Look at me," Gabe commanded from behind her, his voice dark with promise. She turned her head to see him kneeling at the edge of the bed, his eyes hooded as he stroked lubricant over his impressive length. "I want to see your face when I take this pretty little ass."
Evie whimpered, both from Asher's slow, deliberate thrusts beneath her and from the anticipation of what was to come. Sure, she'd done this before, but she’d expected that to be a one-off. A decadent thrill never to be repeated.
How had she ever imagined she could walk away from the three of them and never experience this again?
Evie's body trembled with desire as Gabe moved closer. Shepherd knelt at the head of the bed, his large hand cupping her cheek as if anchoring her.
"Take me in your mouth while he prepares you," Shepherd commanded softly. His thumb traced her lower lip, and she parted for him instinctively, and he slid his pulsing cock over her tongue. "That's right, beautiful. Focus here."
Behind her, she felt Gabe's slick fingers circling her entrance, gentle yet insistent. Her breath hitched as one thick digit breached her, the slight burn making her gasp around Shepherd's girth. Beneath her, Asher remained perfectly still, buried to the hilt inside her, his hands stroking her thighs with soothing motions.
"Bear down for me," Gabe instructed as a second finger joined the first. The stretch was more intense now, but not as uncomfortable as the first time, and now her body knew what toexpect, it responded with a fresh wave of arousal that had her clenching around Asher's length.
"Sweet powdered scones," she mumbled incoherently around Shepherd’s shaft, her eyes fluttering closed as Gabe's fingers scissored inside her.
Evie's world narrowed to nothing but sensation. Asher filling her below, Shepherd's thickness against her tongue, and Gabe's fingers stretching her from behind. The combination was overwhelming; her body caught between pleasure and the lingering burn in her behind.
"That's enough," Gabe murmured, withdrawing his fingers. "Time for your final lesson, baby girl. I’m not going to go slow. This is going to be rough, and fast, and claiming. But this isn’t punishment; this is to remind you you’re ours… and we are yours.”
She felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance, so much larger than his fingers had been. The pressure built, insistent and unyielding, as he began to push inside. Evie's breath caught, her body tensing instinctively.
“Let me in,” Gabe demanded, his hand striking her right buttock and reigniting the sting.
Evie yelped, and Gabe thrust through the tight wall of muscle in a single, claiming motion.
Shepherd's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as he started to fuck her face in earnest. The dual sensation - Shepherd's brutal control and Gabe's demanding pressure - made her head spin.
"Relax your throat and breathe through your nose," Asher encouraged from beneath her. "You're doing so good, sugarplum."
Evie anchored herself on his words and surrendered herself to them. A chaos of movement erupted. The three men moved in perfect synchronicity, as if the four of them were alwaysmeant to be. Gabe's hips pistoned against her tender bottom, each thrust sending a jolt of delicious pleasure-pain through her entire body. The sensation of being completely filled, stretched to her limit in every hole, was overwhelming. She moaned around Shepherd's length as he controlled her movements with his hand in her hair.
