I miss you, mom. I hope you can rest in peace now that the people who hurt you are facing justice. I think I can stop now, I think I can reach for my own prize. I think I can let myself be happy now. I love you.
I open my eyes and a smile tugs at my lips. “So, after all that hard work, I’m pretty sure I deserve a Valentine’s treat.” I start slowly stripping off my clothes with a devilish look sent their way as they crowd closer to me with heated eyes, tracking each item of clothing that hits the floor. “This time though… I promise, no tricks.” And then I turn and dash toward the bedroom.
It’s Andre that catches me and tosses me up over his shoulder with a stinging slap on my ass that makes my core tighten with need. He slides me back to my feet next to the bed and cradles my face, tilting it up, and kisses me slowly, deeply, and verythoroughly. His tongue slides against mine until I whimper in need of more. He pulls back just enough to speak.
"You're ours now, Demi. Every single inch. You understand that?"
When all I can do is stare back at him in awe and nod, he rests his forehead against mine.
"God, you're beautiful," he tells me, his voice rough with reverence. His hands slide to cup my breasts gently, thumbs circling my nipples until they peak hard against his palms. He bends his head and pulls one into his mouth, sucking softly, then firmly, and I arch into him with a gasp while Marcus presses against me from behind, his hands skating down my stomach, his fingers sliding between my legs.
"All ready for us I see," Marcus groans against my ear as he uses two thick fingers to part me and glide through the slick heat he finds there.
Damon kneels before me between my body and Andre’s and his mouth adds to Marcus's fingers with his tongue dragging flat and hot over my clit. I cry out at the sensations hitting me and fist my hands in his hair. Andre’s still working my breasts with his mouth and hands, alternating between them, whispering praise against my flushed skin, telling me how perfect I taste, how he loves the sounds I make.
“This is how it should always be, baby, exactly like this, you shared between us, held and worshipped by all of us at once.”
I can’t form the words of agreement even while my mind, heart and body scream yes as they pass me between them like something precious. Damon lays me on the bed and buries his face between my thighs until I come the first time, shaking and sobbing his name, and before the aftershocks have faded, Marcus is there, pushing two fingers back inside of me and curling them against that devastating spot while Andrecontinues to ravage my mouth and swallowing every sound I make like they belong to him alone.
When they finally pull back to undress, I watch them with half-lidded, hungry eyes and panting breaths. Three beautiful men, cocks hard and wanting, and all of them looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world worth having. I feel the same way. I want them just as badly.
"I want all of you," I whisper. "Together, please."
Marcus sits against the headboard first, his thick erection standing rigid against his stomach, and pulls me into his lap so I’m straddling him. His eyes are intense when he slides a hand into my hair and tugs so we’re eye to eye.
“Baby, you never, never have to say please to us. Never have to beg. We will always give you everything you want or need. We’re yours, Demi. Always.”
He grips my hips and eases me down onto him slowly, inch by inch, and we both groan at the deep, perfect stretch of it. I brace my hands on his chest and rock into him, savoring the fullness, the intimacy of being face to face with him as we feel… everything.
"That's it, baby," Marcus murmurs, his jaw tight with restraint. "Take your time. Take all of me."
I feel Damon's hand press gently against the center of my back, urging me forward until my chest is flush with Marcus's. Damon's slick fingers, warm with lubricant circle my other entrance, patient and gentle, working me open with the same attentive thoroughness he brought to everything. One finger becomes two, slow and careful, and I breathe through the stretch, the fullness, focusing on Marcus's steady eyes and the low sweet things he’s whispering to me.
"Relax for me, gorgeous," Damon says from behind me, his free hand stroking up and down my spine. "You're doing so well. You're going to take us so perfectly." When he finally presseshis cock into me and sinks inside with agonizing slowness, the sensation is overwhelming, a fullness so intense it borders on unbearable, every nerve inside me is alive and screaming. I cry out at the intensity and both Marcus and Damon still, giving me time to settle, kissing my shoulders, mouth and temples until I finally exhale and nod. “I need you to move, I need more… Oh God!”
They begin to move together, finding a rhythm that’s clumsy at first and then suddenly, devastatingly, perfectly in sync. Marcus thrusting up into my soaked pussy while Damon rocks into my ass from behind, the two of them alternating so I’m never empty, always filled, always caught between their bodies.
I’m going mindless with pleasure, slipping into that dazed headspace as they take me higher one stroke at a time until Andre kneels beside us on the bed and turns my head toward him. I open my mouth eagerly, wanting to feel the smooth skin of his cock on my tongue, wanting his thickness to steal my breath and he groans something broken and grateful as I wrap my lips around him and take him deep into my throat. His hand cradles the back of my head, not pushing, just resting there, trembling, my cheeks hollow out while I suck on his shaft and work him over with my tongue and lips.
And there it is, the perfect synergy between all four of us that we first found as strangers on Halloween night and now kind of feels like coming home. All three of them inside me, their bodies surrounding me, their hands and mouths everywhere, their voices tangling together in the dark warm room. Marcus rolling his hips and pressing his thumb against my swollen clit. Damon gripping my hips and whispering filthy, adoring things against my shoulder as he thrusts deeper. His voice is a broken rasp when he tells me, “You were made for this, for us. Nothing has ever felt this good. I will spend the rest of my life earning the right to touch you, love you, like this, Demi.”
Andre brushes the tears from my cheeks and pulls his cock from between my lips and leans over to slam his against mine. "Ours," he growls against my mouth. "Tell us."
"Yours," I sob. "I’m yours. I’m all of yours."
The words shatter the last of their restraint. Marcus drives into me harder, faster, like he needs to brand that word into me from the inside out. Damon matches his pace, his breath harsh against the back of my neck.
I’m unraveling. I can feel the tension coiling in my belly, in all my muscles the way my core walls flutter against them as it builds and builds.
"Let go, Blue," Marcus encourages, his hand sliding down between us to find my clit again. "We’ve got you. Give us all of it. Come for us, baby!”
His touch and words are the spark that ignites my orgasm. When I detonate, I scream around the cock in my mouth, my body bowing backward, caught by Damon’s arms. The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and it takes them with me. I can feel them spill inside me at the same time with Marcus groaning my name. Damon shouts, emptying himself into my ass and Andre drives deep into my throat as he comes down my throat, forcing me to swallow down every drop.
We collapse into a tangle of sweat-damp limbs and heaving chests, the four of us wound together so tightly it’s impossible to tell where one body ends and another begins. Someone pulls a blanket over us. Someone presses a glass of water to my lips and someone kisses my forehead and whispers I love you, and then the other two say it too, and my mind clears at the shock of it but after a few seconds of consideration, it’s feels right, it feels true, so I say it back three times because each of them deserved to hear it spoken directly to them.
"No more running," Andre murmurs against my hair.
"No more choosing," Marcus agrees, his hand laced with mine over his heart.
