Her bedroom.
I chose it deliberately. If she's going to give us this, all of us, at once, it should happen in the place where she feels most comfortable.
The room is warm and the air holds that close, soft heat that makes skin feel more alive the moment you step inside. The nightstand lamp casts a low amber circle. Everything else is shadow and warmth.
Reid carries her in, bridal style, her arms looped around his neck, her body still loose and trembling from the living room. He crosses the room and lays her on the bed. She sinks into the white sheets, her dark hair fanning across the pillow and the sight of her, flushed and naked and looking up at us with desire in her eyes is mesmerizing.
Reid and I strip. No ceremony. Shirts, jeans, the efficient removal of barriers by men who have a shared objective and no interest in delay. Jace is already naked on the bed beside her, lying on his side, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that starts slowand deepens immediately. His hand traces the line of her jaw, her throat, the slope of her breast, and she arches into his touch with a sound that I feel in the base of my spine.
Reid climbs onto the bed on her other side. She turns her head from Jace's kiss and Reid catches her mouth, and the transition between them is seamless. She is kissing Reid while Jace's lips trail down her neck, her collarbone, closing around her nipple, and her hand reaches out blindly, one finding Reid's cock, the other finding Jace's, and she strokes them both.
I stand at the foot of the bed and watch.
Not because I'm hesitant. I watch because the sight of her between them is the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed in my life and I need a moment to absorb it or I will not last long enough to give her what she deserves.
Maya Reeves. Naked in white sheets. Reid's mouth on hers, his hand in her hair. Jace's tongue circling her nipple, his fingers tracing the trembling plane of her stomach. Her hands wrapped around both of them, stroking, her back arching, her lips parting on sounds that alternate between their names and wordless, desperate noise.
My cock is so hard it aches. I grip the base, squeeze, breathe. Precum beads at the tip and I ignore it because if I touch myself with any more intention I will come.
Reid shifts. He rolls onto his back and guides Maya over him, positioning her to straddle his hips. She goes willingly, her thighs settling on either side of him, and he grips himself, angling, ready to enter her.
"Wait." Both of them look at me. "Turn her around."
Reid's eyes meet mine. A beat of communication that doesn't need words. He understands.
He turns Maya so her back is to his chest. She settles against him, the full length of her spine pressed to his torso, her head falling back against his shoulder. He wraps one arm across herribs, steadying her, and with his other hand he guides himself to her entrance and pushes inside her from behind.
The sound she makes is guttural and deep. Reid groans against her shoulder and his arm tightens around her and he starts to move, slow upward thrusts that lift her slightly with each one, and her mouth falls open and her hands grip his forearm and I watch his cock disappear into her and reappear, slick and shining, and I stop breathing for three full seconds.
I climb onto the bed. Position myself in front of her, kneeling, and when she opens her eyes and sees me she sits up right on Reid’s cock, reaches for me without being asked. Her hand wraps around my cock and she strokes once, twice, reading the weight and the heat of me, and then she leans forward, bracing herself against Reid's thighs, and takes me into her mouth.
The suction immediate and hungry, her tongue working the underside as she takes me deeper, and the combination of her mouth on me, the sight of Reid fucking her from beneath and the sounds filling this room are erotic overload.
Jace moves behind her. I see him over her shoulder, positioning himself at her back. He presses his lips to her spine, kisses down, vertebra by vertebra, slow and deliberate. His hands grip her ass and he spreads her and his mouth goes lower making Maya's entire body seize.
The vibration travels the full length of my cock and my hand flies to the back of her head, not pushing, steadying, because my vision has narrowed to a point and I need an anchor.
"That's it," I hear myself say. Low. Rough. "Take all of it."
Jace's tongue works in slow, careful strokes and Maya's responses are escalating, her body caught between three points of sensation. Her jaw goes slack around me, her eyes glaze, and the sounds she makes are no longer words but pure, unfiltered reaction.
I pull back slightly. Look down at her.
"Have you done anal before?" My voice is steady. My hands are not.
She releases me from her mouth to answer and the visual nearly kills me. Her lips swollen and wet, a thread of saliva connecting them to the head of my cock, glistening in the lamplight.
"Once," she manages. Her voice is ragged. "It hurt. I didn't like it."
Jace lifts his head. His chin is wet. His eyes meet mine over her shoulder, then find hers.
"That's because whoever did it didn't know what the fuck he was doing." No judgment in his voice. "Did you like what I was doing just now?"
She nods. Quick. Almost shy, which is absurd given her current position, and the contrast makes something crack in my chest.
"Then let me keep going," Jace says. "Nothing more than this unless you say so. Yeah?"
"Yeah." Breathless. "Don't stop."
