She glances back over her shoulder, flushed and wrecked, eyes soft with something deeper than lust. "Yours," she whispers. "All of yours."
33
JADE
Ethan sinks into me with one powerful thrust, and the world fractures around the edges.
My body, already sensitive from Mateo's attention, yields to him. He feels different, thicker, more insistent, the angle deeper. His cock drags against raw nerves, sending lightning through me that makes me gasp around Declan's length.
"Fuck, that's it," Ethan growls, fingers branding my hips. "Take all of me."
I'm overwhelmed, filled at both ends, drowning in their heat. Declan stretches my lips to their limit, salt-sharp on my tongue. His fingers twist in my hair, the rough pads scraping my scalp with delicious authority.
"Look at her taking both of us," Declan rumbles, dark eyes burning. "So fucking perfect. You like being filled like this, don't you? Like being used by all of us?"
I can only moan in response, the vibration making Declan hiss. Mateo watches from beside us, lazily stroking himself, eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction and renewed hunger.
"Our girl," Mateo murmurs, tracing the ridge of my spine with one fingertip, the contrast between his touch and Ethan's grip making me shiver. "Taking everything we give her."
Ethan drives into me relentlessly, each thrust pushing me further onto Declan, creating a primal rhythm that has my nerve endings screaming. The world narrows to sensation: the stretch, the fullness, the places where their skin meets mine.
"So tight," Ethan grunts, his hand sliding from my hip to my ass, fingers digging into flesh. "Still so fucking tight even after taking Mateo. Made for us."
His words send liquid heat pooling in my belly, the pressure almost unbearable. I've never felt so possessed. The fear from earlier seems like a distant memory, replaced by the certainty that I belong here, with them, surrounded and claimed.
Declan's cock pulses against my tongue. His grip tightens, his thrusts shallower, controlled, careful even as desire threatens to consume him.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, voice like gravel. "Just like that. So good with your mouth."
Ethan shifts, angling to hit that spot inside me that makes the world dissolve. The rasp of his stubble againstmy shoulder contrasts sharply with the smooth slide of his cock inside me.
"I can feel how close you are," he says, voice commanding even as it frays. "Come for me, Jade. I want to feel you come on my cock."
His thumb finds my clit, circling with devastating precision, and that's all it takes. My third orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. I'm theirs, completely theirs, the thought flashes bright as my vision whites out, my body clenching around Ethan's length as pleasure radiates outward.
Ethan follows immediately, grinding against me as he empties himself with a sound torn from somewhere primal.
Declan withdraws, allowing me to gasp for air as aftershocks ripple through me. Ethan stays inside me another moment, his forehead pressed against my back, before slowly pulling out.
The loss leaves me hollow, but only for a breath before Declan moves. He looms over me, all coiled strength and hunger.
"My turn," he says, voice low and dangerous. "I want to see your face when I'm inside you."
He flips us suddenly, settling on his back and lifting me to straddle him. His cock stands thick and proud between us, still demanding more.
"Ride me," he commands, his hands spanning my waist.
I sink down onto him slowly, a whimper escaping me. He's the largest of the three, filling me completely, the pressure almost too much against my tender flesh.
"That's it," he encourages, fingers flexing. "Take all of it. Show me what you can do."
I begin to move, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. The position hits spots inside me I didn't know existed, letting me control the depth. Declan's hands roam freely, his calloused palms a delicious contrast to my soft skin as he squeezes my breasts, pinching my nipples just enough to make me cry out.
The mattress dips as Mateo moves behind me, hands skimming up my back. Then something unexpected: the wet heat of his tongue tracing down my spine, lower, until he reaches a place no one has touched before.
I jerk in surprise as his tongue circles my back entrance. The sensation is foreign, forbidden, sending confusion and pleasure racing through me.
"Not yet," Mateo whispers, his breath cool against the wet trail he's left on my heated skin. "But soon. When you're ready." He presses his lips to the small of my back, the gentleness a stark contrast to what he's just done. "I want all of you. Every inch."
