Theo’s smile widens. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I set down my wine glass. “I’ve thought about it. About what it would be like with all three of you. About—” I stop, heat flooding my face.
“About what?” Marco’s voice drops lower.
I force myself to meet his eyes. “About being with all of you at once. About having you all touching me, making me feel—” I swallow hard. “I’ve had fantasies. Things I’ve imagined but never said out loud.”
Cole’s grip on my waist tightens. “Tell us.”
“I want to direct this. I want to tell you what I need, what I want.” My voice gets stronger. “I want to feel safe and loved and completely overwhelmed in the best way. I want all of you focused on me, giving me everything, and I want—”
“What do you want, Rachel?” Theo’s right beside me now.
“I want to forget about tomorrow. Just for tonight.” I look between them. “Can you do that? Can you make me forget everything except this?”
“Yes.” Marco steps closer. “Whatever you want. However, you want it. We’re yours.”
The words unlock something in my chest. “Then take me upstairs.”
***
I stand in the middle of the bedroom, candlelight flickering across my skin, heart hammering so loud I swear they can hear it.
“Undress me,” I say, voice steady even though my knees want to buckle. “Slowly.”
They move like they’ve rehearsed this a thousand times in their heads.
Cole steps behind me first. His fingers find the zipper of my dress, dragging it down one tooth at a time. Warm lips follow the path: shoulder blade, spine, and the dip just above my ass.
The fabric slides off my arms and pools at my feet. Theo kneels, mouth brushing my hip as he hooks his fingers in my panties and eases them down my thighs, tongue tracing the crease where leg meets body. Marco unhooks my bra with one hand, letting it fall. His palms cup my breasts from behind, thumbs circling my nipples until they ache.
I’m naked. They’re still dressed. The power flips in my stomach like a live wire.
“Mirror,” I breathe.
Cole guides me backward until my spine meets the cool glass of the closet door. Marco steps in close behind me, chest to my back, his heat chasing away the chill. Theo and Cole flank my sides.
The mirror is right in front of me now. I can see everything: my flushed face, Marco’s dark eyes over my shoulder, Cole and Theo on their knees in front of me, Theo’s mouth already descending on my breast.
“Watch me watch you,” I tell them.
Cole drops to his knees between my thighs, his shoulders forcing me wider. His tongue finds my clit in one slow, deliberate lick. Theo’s mouth latches onto my left nipple, teeth grazing just hard enough to make me gasp. Marco stands behind me, one hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head so I have no choice but to meet my own eyes in the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he murmurs against my ear. “Look how fucking beautiful you are when you let go.”
Cole sucks my clit hard, two fingers sliding inside me, curling. Theo switches breasts, biting down. Marco’s grip tightens, forcing me to watch every second—my mouth open, eyes glassy, thighs shaking. The orgasm hits like a wave, rolling through me so hard I cry out, hips bucking against Cole’s face. They don’t stop. Not until I’m sagging against Marco, breath fogging the mirror.
“Bed,” I manage.
They lift me—hands everywhere—and lay me in the center of the king mattress. I push up on my elbows.
“Marco, I want you in my ass. Cole, my pussy. Theo—” I lick my lips. “My mouth.”
Marco’s eyes darken. He grabs the lube from the nightstand and coats his fingers. Cole strips fast—shirt gone, jeans shoved down just enough. Theo does the same, kneeling at the head of the bed, cock already in his fist.
I roll to all fours. Cole slides beneath me, guiding my hips until he’s notched at my entrance. One slow thrust and he’s inside me, stretching me open. I moan around the sound, pushing back.
Marco’s behind me now, one hand spreading my cheeks. Cool lube drips down my crack. One finger breaches me, then two, scissoring gently until I’m rocking back against him, begging with my body. A third finger and I’m trembling, stuffed full in every way.
