38. Hellena

38

HELLENA

T hree sets of hands work the muscles of my back, the oiled skin positively glowing under their touch. Every bit of stress pours out of me, drifting into the ether.

This is what heaven must feel like.

A little snicker breaks the silence, and I quirk an eyebrow.

"She's practically purring," Tell snickers.

"Not yet, but I'm more than willing to get her there." Evan's cocky baritone.

"I second that motion," Gavin rumbles.

"Hey, I thought this was ‘massage your queen' time?" I murmur, wiggling my butt and shaking the bed.

"So it can't lead to orgasms?"

"Oh, it definitely can . But it feels so good in the meantime. Hands more working, lips less talking."

"Lips definitely need to be put to work," Tell snarks, clearly pouting. I feel them brush against my neck once, sending shivers down my back.

I don't bother to open my eyes as the magnificent sensations start again—Gavin working my calves, my feet. Tell taking care of my back, my hips, my thighs, while Evan kneads his knuckles into my shoulders and neck, working all the way to my fingertips.

Sure. The massage feels amazing.

But it doesn't begin to compare to the heaven of my new life.

Just being allowed to… be .

With my lovers.

A day has passed since we opened the real Sinful vault.

The heart of my father's empire, a stockpile of international intelligence that rivals every government agency in the world. Assets. Accounts. Private jets. A fucking island in the Pacific.

And at the heart of all of the findings, a letter.

Simple.

Succinct.

Signed to me, from my dad. But also, my predecessor,leaving the deed to Sanctum Harbor and all of its surroundings to me, with the option to share ownership with anyone I choose.

Worries for another day, for the months to come of rebuilding. Healing.

Like I'm doing now with my lovers, locked up in one of Evan's other apartments with enough food, booze, and toys to last us a month.

That first night, all we did was sleep. All four of us, tangled together, the keepers of my heart holding me all night.

And when I woke up…

This.

"Mmm… a little harder," I breathe, and all three of them dig their fingers into my skin. But I can practically sense how turned on they are. Because I am fucking drenched.

Inevitably, Gavin finds my lust first, working up between my legs.

His fingers brush against my slit so teasingly.

Just as Tell's hands dip into the hollow of my back, over my cheeks, spreading me apart and playing one finger over my ring. Every one of their touches hint at what's to come, promising days of unequaled fun.

And where their hands continue hinting at my future delights, Evan's vanish.

Leaving me to look up, finding him just out of reach, taunting me like he does, sitting back on his heels, looking like an absolute snack.

He's completely naked.

Rock hard and ready.

And grinning arrogantly down on me as I begin to suck in deep, stimulating breaths to ever deeper exploration of my center behind me. A thick finger opens my entrance, one, then the other.

Easing me into a state of total acquiescence.

It's what I have been waiting so long for.

For all three of them to have their way with me.

To take me to new heights of satisfaction. Devastating rapture.

Already, I'm squirming in anticipation and the first waves of enjoyment.

And as Tell pulls my wrists behind my back, dragging me up onto my knees, I'm reminded of our first uninterrupted encounter…

Without warning, Tell slaps my ass, making me flex, clenching up and shivering through my core as I writhe on my knees.

Closing my eyes makes it more tense, never knowing when he'll strike, never knowing where he is. Another. Another.

My aching middle is trembling, feeling the slick of my arousal soaking into my panties with every squirm. I'm about to start begging, desperate for him to touch me when he tears my ruined underwear down, immediately replacing the fabric with his tongue along the folds of my aching sex.

"Oh, Tell!!" I scream, nearly collapsing in ecstasy.

His tongue is fire on my skin, exploring my lips from behind, circling my apex and teasing my entrance with his fingers.

Tucking my knees in tighter, I spread myself for him, arching my back, pressing my chest into the mattress to give him better access to the place where I need him most. He laughs, that deeper, huskier laugh that makes my legs quiver, right before he slides one finger into me, bracing his thumb higher up, pressing against my star, making me tighten nervously.

But it's the sweetest form of torture and anticipation.

As soon as I feel his tongue pierce me, I'm easing back into a deeper arch, driving my hips straight back and open to accommodate his tongue, to let him in as deep as he wants to go. He licks deep and long, roiling the tip of his talented tongue around in circles that have my head spinning to match.

The only thing missing is to taste him in turn.

And he is more than willing to cater to my desire.

Tell levers me over his head, right over his face, pulling me down over his mouth with fierce demand. When he buries his tongue in me again, I can't help but drag him from his shorts, thrust him into my mouth.

Wicked lashes deep inside me have me moaning in seconds, vibrating along his shaft. Each gulp of my sucking lips make him cock his hips harder, every flick of that masterpiece sends me into a fucking seizure of bliss.

All the while, I catch Gavin out of the corner of my eye leaning back on the huge bed, stroking his thick, stunning column with one fist, pumping in time to my head.

Just when I think it can't get better, I feel Evan in the cleft of my ass, playing with my rear, soaking one finger before drilling it into me, warming me up for pleasures to come.

And all I can think about is our bickering, sniping, and angry beginnings.

In his dance studio, at each other's throat.

Until we gave in to what we couldn't fight anymore.

Looking back over my shoulder, I see that same look he gave me back then. Only now, it's more loving. Hotter. Deeper.

He's looking down at me, down the length of that sculpted nose, imperious.

Just like the day we met. Only this time, it riles something different in me.

"Say it," he commands. I can feel him holding back, the swollen, drenched tip barely spreading me open. "Say. It."

"Fuck me, Evan."

I let my head tilt back slowly, my back arching. It's a moment that stands perfectly still in time as he threads his fingers through my hair, presses his other palm onto the small of my back.

He breathes me in, taking a long, slow inhale…

Before thrusting himself as deep as he can, filling me to the brim, stretching me to my limit, that perfect edge of pleasure and pain. His name reverberates against the walls when I scream.

He's enormous. He's the only thing I can feel against every bit of me inside.

More than that, I feel him, his presence filling the room, my chest, my heart pounding a rhythm only for him. He lets me lie there for a moment, allowing me to adjust to him while I gasp for air, for life, for blood.

And he's all of them. He's water, and I'm dying of thirst.

My arms reach out, preparing, gripping the edge of the desk. The first thrust nearly knocks the wind out of me. The second brings me back to life, igniting every cell in my body with light,

He drives in once more, leaning over me, tugging back my hair to lick the rim of my ear.

"Let. Go." And I know he doesn't mean my grip on the table.

"Make me," I grit out through my teeth, and I feel him laugh, sending shudders through me.

He drags himself out to the tip before driving back in, all the way to the hilt, his hips slapping against my ass.

Rising up over Tell, I reach for Gavin, pulling him around to my side, tugging his face near me. And claiming his full, luscious lips with mine, stroking his tongue in a dance all our own.

He flicks his tongue right back, sampling the inside of my lips, biting. Always taunting.

My head dips, kissing down his well muscled traps, down one collarbone and lower.

My tongue leaves a wet trails down his chest, rolling over those hills of sculpted chest, circling around the erect point of his nipples.

Right to where I want to be.

So that I can show him just how much I love him.

What he means to me.

How he pleases me.

And oh, goddess, does he ever.

One hand trails over my belly, a finger looping over my aching clit. With Tell feasting on me below, the dual stimulation coming from two different givers sets off explosions behind my eyes, flashes of succulent sensuality.

Filling my mouth with Gavin's length just adds another layer to the mix.

It's nonstop stimulation, ecstasy burrowing into my core, tingling rushes of electric bliss shooting from his finger through my apex. Slippery, delicious, tangy precum on my tongue. And a show just inches from my smoldering eyes as I watch Tell please himself to my unraveling.

I should be content to be so loved. But call me greedy.

I want more.

Reaching out with my free hand, I take over for Tell, pumping his shaft with eager strokes.

My other hand takes him in a tight grip, matching rhythms with the pistoning of his tongue inside me.

The division of my attentions only makes me more aroused.

More entranced with this new loving indulgence.

Gavin leans in, his fingers caressing my back, my neck.

My eyes close to the touch, taking me back to when we found our love, when we confessed it to each other.

His arms are around me, lifting me up. Despite his wounds, he doesn't show a hint of weakness. Maybe it's the rush of emotions. Maybe he's just tough as nails.

He settles down on the edge of the bed, easing me down onto him, my legs straddling his lap.

What's left of my red dress dangles from his hands. He flings it away, revealing me to him.

His eyes ignite at the sight of me.

And I'm seen.

Sparked and lit up like a bonfire.

My breasts spill out into his waiting hands, driving me wild, my heart pounding.

"I've never seen something so beautiful in my life. You're fucking perfect." he says, struggling with the words as he devours each one of my aching tits, my peaked nipples.

My soft moans only urge him on.

There's nothing delicate about the way he handles me, and I respond in kind, tugging fistfuls of his hair as he grips my ass cheeks and rocks me back and forth over him.

The length of him scythes up between us, grinding into the front of my silk underwear, right over my clit.

We sit there holding each other that way, kissing deeply, clutching to one another. Losing ourselves in the contact, the ache building in my heart overflowing.

He sets my soul on fire. He soothes my fears.

When Gavin pulls me toward him, off Tell in the wake of my first climax, I climb on top of him ready, seating him inside me deeply, sawing my hips slowly across his expanse.

Rolling me over, he drives himself home more intensely, that slight stretch and pressure truly unreal.

Tracing the lines of his back, the rippling muscles as he shifts over me, filling me with every powerful thrust. The fullness of his flexing lats under the tickle of my fingers. My nails furrowing runnels down either side of the channel of his backbone, down to that statuesque ass. Taking each firm stone of his butt and slapping my palms down, demanding that he drive himself more firmly, deeper.

I can never get enough.

Of any of them. And I'm reaching for Tell and Evan even as the thought crosses my mind.

Evan

Hellena turns toward me, and the sun rises.

She's always been fire and light to me. Heat and desire.

The first time I saw her dance, I was entranced. Possessed by her, never to be let go again.

Her faint cinnamon allure encircles me as she takes me inside her sheath, the walls of her sensuous velvet enveloping my entire world, gliding along the length of my sex with urgent thrusts.

Rucking against me deep and fast, never drawing me completely out before driving back in.

It's raw need.

Wrapped in unparalleled love.

When it's my turn she releases Gavin, rising up to face me, to kiss my lips and sear my mouth with her fire whip of a tongue.

"You're home, now."

"With you, I always will be…"

"I want you to come home again, and again…" Her moans command me, and I must obey.

Every thrust into her depths is healing, a balm to the nightmare I lived for weeks.

None of that matters now

None of it compares to the elation and all-encompassing pleasure of being with the love of my life. With her by my side, I am complete.

"Light me up," Hell croons, biting my neck and setting the beast within me free.

I sink my teeth into her in return, immersing my cock to the hilt inside her ass a second later, spinning her around and bending her over to claim a whole new kind of bliss for both of us.

Powerful and rough.

And filled with trust.

Just like my counterparts tending to her every need alongside me.

Tell

I could spend an eternity on each and every one of her toes. Exploring her skin is purely divine.

Our days of play slip by, and I will never get enough of her.

Of watching Gavin and Evan pleasure her.

Of joining in and making her come again and again.

She's the center of my universe.

Especially when I tie her hands, her feet. When the three of us see to her needs with avid focus. When she's melting in our hands.

Or just mine.

But now that we are all here, all one, I find I can't get enough of that dynamic. This is perfection.

She is perfect. And always was.

Slipping the vibrator into her opening, I click it on, sending her into convulsions of release.

The second toy pops into place with a little more pressure, doubling the effects of the pulsing activation. In moments, she's under my control.

"Oh, fuck, Tell, you're going to make me—ooh!"

"And what are you going to make me say?"

"M–My fucking name. Over and over and over again," Hella grates out through whimpers of sex-soaked sensuality.

I cannot wait until the roles are reversed.

When I can give up control to her and let her do as she pleases with me. Because it belongs to her.

The quirks, the ticks.

All gone.

Her love and our joining are all the focus that I ever need to center myself, to let go of the anxieties and self-deprecating demands.

When she flicks my switch, I turn on. And I never need to turn off for her.

Gavin

Sometimes, the simplest things are best.

The things I remember the most fondly.

And the things that turn me on the most about her.

Our fingers intertwined as we walk, as we snuggle on the couch watching a movie.

Most of all, while we make deep, passionate love, my forehead resting against hers, her hands pinned to the bed, interlocked. Then the reverse, when she rides me, pushing herself up and down, gripping my hands for purchase as she satiates her every need.

Bouncing up and down, my width spreading her as wide as she can go.

Still, she always takes me deeper, finds an angle to seat me and grind right up against me.

The rumbling tremors that shake her thick thighs makes me fucking nuts.

Makes me unload everything I have the minute she tells me to.

Unburdening my desire as she spends herself on me again and again.

As we all do.

Together. For her.

Because she's everything that matters.

Everything worth fighting for.

Hellena

Firm hands grip my ankles, holding my legs apart, keeping them from falling to the bed from exhaustion, keeping them aloft so that Gavin can barrel into my ass underneath me, his mighty arms curled around my middle to hold me in place, right to the slab of his chest and core at my back.

And so that Evan can pound into my center at the same time, matching Gavin's devious pace.

The two of them combined fills me beyond satisfaction.

They stretch me to my utter limit, and stretch my bliss far past that point, blasting wave after wave of near climactic nirvana over and through me.

All the while, Tell slides along my tongue, plunging into my mouth as deeply as I can manage and I long for more of his taste. To take every ounce of his seed until he's crying my name. Only my name.

The three simultaneous sensations capsize all reason,

I'm lost in the sea of their lust and tenderness. Their uncompromising love for me and mine for them.

And the unrestrained expression of it that consumes my every sense and synapse.

Tossing me to the precipice of release and dragging me back, deep into the undertow of abandon.

I've given up control of my fulfillment completely to their whim and want.

And I know they won't disappoint.

I've come twice already, another fast approaching.

I know this one will be the last.

My body is so blissed out that I know I'll sleep for a day after this.

I only manage to let them know that I'm coming undone with a deep, long moan around the girth of Tell's slippery shaft swallowed to the base, bucking my hips in time, conveying my urgency.

Gavin redoubles his devastating incursion into my ring, opening me wide to his approaching climax.

Evan clenches, angling himself to drive up into me with cataclysmic pressure, hitting my spot with perfect aim, the swelling throb of him indicating his proximity.

It's fucking perfect.

The timing.

The fever pitch of necessity matched between all four of us.

My nonstop cry cuts off to the rush of magma in my throat, tectonic release flooding my middle from every angle, immersing me in pure exhilarating paradise.

Incomparable ecstasy floods my brain.

Pulsing in every beat of my heart.

Bombarding my entire nervous system with nothing but absolute fucking adoration.

I am in love.

I am fulfilled.

And the world is finally whole.