She’s trembling now, the fight gone from her body, but lighting up her eyes. Every touch is a shock, every brush of skin to skin a new set of instructions for how this night will unfold. I slide the zip of her dress down, slow enough she could stop me, but she doesn’t. She looks up at me, lips parted, and there’s no fear left. Just raw, carnal want.
“Beautiful,” I say, and mean it.
She flushes all the way down her chest, color blooming across bare skin as the dress slides off her shoulders and pools at her feet. She stands there in black silk and nothing else, tremblingbut defiant, and for a second we’re all silent, just watching her breathe.
Silas turns her around, strong hands guiding her until she’s back to his front. He palms both of her breasts through the silk, squeezing like he wants to memorize the shape of them, pinning her between us so she can’t move unless he lets her. Cal drops to his knees, grins up at her with infuriating gentleness, then lays his cheek against her hipbone like she’s something worshipped.
“Perfect,” Cal whispers, and runs his hands up her thighs, nails grazing the insides until she makes a strangled sound.
He hooks his fingers into the edge of her panties, waits for her nod, then peels them down slowly, deliberately, exposing every inch like an unwrapping. She’s wet, already slick and desperate, thighs quivering with the effort to stay upright.
Silas leans down, mouth at her ear, voice scraping low: “Want us to stop?”
She shakes her head, hair sticking to the sweat at her nape. “Please…don’t.”
Cal noses between her legs, hands gripping her thighs. He hooks one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her completely to him. He licks her, slow at first, savoring the taste, but then he goes rough and thorough, eating her like a man starved for a fix. Parker moans for him. None of the careful, pretty sounds, just a guttural cry that bounces off glass and steel. She squeezes her eyes shut, gasping for air, but Silas pins her arms to her sides, and I hold her chin, forcing her to see.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” I say, watching her come apart. “Let him taste you. Let us see you.”
She opens her mouth to argue, but Cal’s tongue finds a new rhythm, and her protest melts into a whimper. He works her over, tongue and teeth, his grip tightening on her thigh draped over his shoulder, and when Silas pinches her nipple through the silk, she jolts, body arching so far back it’s a miracle she stays on her feet. She comes with a cry, shaking so hard I have to catch her or she’ll go down.
But we don’t stop. Not for a second.
Silas lifts her off the floor, carrying her to the bed like she weighs nothing. He lays her out on her stomach, palms flexing at the small of her back. I kneel at her head, threading my hands through her hair. Cal runs his hands up her calves, kissing the backs of her knees, then licking a path up her thighs.
“You’re so fucking perfect, angel,” he says, and slides two fingers inside her, gentle but insistent.
He fucks her open, just enough to make her gasp, then licks her clit again in soft, sweet flicks until Parker is sobbing, muffling her cries in the sheets. I want her mouth, want to feel her take me in. I nudge her chin, thumb brushing over her lips.
“Give me your mouth, princess,” I say, voice broken with need.
She opens, obedient, and I slide the head of my cock past her lips, just enough to feed her the taste of me. She moans, and I shudder with the restraint it takes not to fuck her mouth through the back of her skull.
“Good girl,” I praise, and she moans louder.
Silas takes his place behind her, hands kneading her hips, testing her limits. She’s leaking down her thighs, shaking with each aftershock. Cal stays between her legs, tongue flicking overher clit while Silas works her open. The first time he slides a thumb against her ass, she tenses, but I stroke her cheek, and she relaxes.
“You’re safe,” I promise, “We’ve got you.”
A lube packet appears in Silas’s hand. He must’ve lifted it off the nightstand in advance.
“If tonight’s our time to prove ourselves,” he says, “we’re giving you everything, firefly.”
He coats his finger, teases her until she’s squirming, then pops the tip of his finger inside. I run my fingers through her hair, moving slower in her mouth to give her a moment. It’s her first time, and I want to make sure she understands that she has just as much control over what’s happening as we do.
“It’s okay, Princess,” I praise her, “you’re doing so well taking us.”
She sobs but nods, head jerking on my thigh, but Cal keeps her grounded, licking and soothing and reminding her this is as much about her as it is about us.
Silas works her, slow and gentle, another finger joining the first, stretching her open until she’s gasping. He lines up at her entrance, pushes in just enough to breach her, then waits. Her whole body goes rigid.
“Fuck,” Silas groans, “relax, firefly. Let me in.”
She chokes out a whimper, needier than before, and pushes herself back onto him as her throat opens wider for me.
“Goddamn, Parker,” Silas groans. “Look at you. Taking it all. Good fucking girl.”
She’s blushing everywhere now, pink and flushed, her body arched in a perfect bow as he rocks into her, steady and relentless. Cal never stops licking, doesn’t flinch when Silas’s balls slap against his chin. He just tongues her over and over, coaxing every moan out of her body. I watch her lips stretch around my cock, watch her eyes flutter and then open to meet mine, pleading for something she can’t put words to.
