27. MATTHEWS

MATTHEWS

“ C ome here,” he growled, and I giggled as my ass slid across the bed. “You’ve been teasing us with this all night.” He dropped to his knees between my legs, and Dean crawled onto the bed behind me.

He tugged roughly on the braid in my hair and exposed my neck to his lips as Cael snapped the buttons on his jersey, sending them flying through the dimly lit room. He laughed with a playful shrug and pushed the jersey down over my shoulders until it was hanging at my wrists.

“Are you nervous?” Dean asked, his chest leaning against my back and his mouth brushing over my ear.

“Should I be?” I swallowed tightly, but I wasn’t. Only excitement coursed through me.

“I warned you, he bites.” Cael kissed a line over my stomach as his fingers tickled the base of the black harness, looking for a way in.

Dean’s teeth dug into my shoulder and my hips arched into Cael’s grip. A delicious spike of pain ripped over my skin, and I wiggled for more attention. “So needy,” Cael whispered. “Look at her.”

His words were like lighter fluid igniting the kindling in my stomach, and heat exploded over my skin as his teeth grazed the fabric along the swell of my breast. Wetness pooled in my underwear as Cael’s full length rubbed against my inner thigh, and Dean wrapped his arm around me to pull me back onto the bed.

With my head tilted, I could kiss Dean, his lips finding mine aggressively. It was hot but I could tell it was a show. Cael's growl was deep as his fingers traced the edges of my shorts and dipped between my thighs. I broke from the kiss to find him staring at us, a possessive snarl on his lips, waiting for something .

“Do you need an invitation, Loverboy?” I narrowed my eyes at him and let my leg fall open.

Dean’s hand raked over my shoulder, massaging my skin until his fingers managed to work their way under the harness. My hips bucked as his fingers found my nipple and pinched hard enough to draw a low whine from my lips.

Cael watched for a moment longer, one hand half in my shorts and the other gripped tightly to Dean’s massive thigh as he watched us. Blue eyes so bright they could have been mistaken for fire as a smile formed on his lips.

“Cat got your tongue?” I pushed harder.

“You’re brave for being outnumbered,” he said and dipped his fingers into me.

My core was wet and aching for his touch as he plunged two fingers deep without warning. Cael pulled away just as quickly, leaving me gasping for his touch as he shucked the shorts from my thighs and tossed them across the room. He sunk down against my thigh, dipping his head between them and taking my clit into his mouth as he pushed his fingers back inside.

A throaty moan left Dean as he snapped the strap of my bra.

“Ow,” I whined, and he kissed my back where it had bit into my skin, working his way back to my throat only to replace it with his hand. He was more deliberate than Cael, moving slowly, taking his time to tease my skin as Cael lapped at my core and drove me to the edge.

“Fuck me, Cael!” I cried out as he hooked his fingers against me and bit down on my clit.

His face was covered in wetness as he climbed my body, his hands covering every inch of my skin as he went. There was no teasing or preparation when he pushed into me quickly.

I gripped his shoulder, and my nails dug into his skin as my body clenched around his massive cock. It pressed painfully against the walls of my overworked core, raking against the G-spot creating small waves of tingling pleasure. A tiny chuckle left his lips as he angled his chin upward toward Dean with wide, glassy eyes.

“Do you want a taste?” He whispered, and my body shuddered at the sound as Dean licked his lips and wrapped a big hand around Cael’s face, bringing him in for a long, heated kiss.

Cael’s hips rolled against me as he reached for Dean’s embrace. They broke in a breathless huff, and the focus shifted again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Cael groaned, his hand found my hip and pressed me roughly down into the bed. His tone was gentle as I lifted my leg and wrapped it around him to steady his rhythm.

Cael felt so damn good inside of me. My body ached for seven years for that feeling. My fingers raked into his hair, and I whined in his ear, telling him just how deep he was and how good it felt to be that full. My words lit a fire and his hips rocked harder against my ass as Dean managed to pop the second button on the harness, releasing my breasts from the fabric. They spilled into his hand, and his fingers brushed painfully over my sensitive nipples.

Cael’s eyes widened, and he dipped his mouth over the unattended nipple quickly, his teeth grazing but never biting. They were surprisingly good at sharing as Cael continued to mindlessly fuck me against his best friend.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t hold anymore of me.” Cael growled against my ear, “I want you to scream my name, Plum, beg me. ”

My head fell against Dean’s chest as Cael’s pace became brutal, and his grip on my hip grew tight enough to leave bruises, but I kept my mouth shut. He would have to work harder for that if he wanted it.

“I want the entire Nest to know exactly who you are,” Cael demanded, slipping slowly from my center. His length ran against me at a torturous pace until his tip popped from my entrance, and he slipped through my folds. “Who you belong to.”

I shuddered at his touch, and Dean chuckled against my skin. His lips and teeth praised my sweaty jawline. “You should listen to him.” Dean gripped my throat gently and angled my face toward Cael.

“Scream my name.” He hovered above us.

I wasn’t going to break as easily as he wanted. Free of his cock, I tipped my foot over, knocking him off balance enough to flip on the bed and pushed Dean back against it. My mouth found him, and he tasted faintly of Cael and me all tangled together. I rolled my hips down against Dean’s massive length, eyes wide at his size.

His eyes searched mine as his teeth nipped at my bottom lip, and his hands roamed over my ass roughly. Cael was out of sight and mind, and I knew it would drive him insane.

Dean knew. I could see it all over his face that he understood the assignment. Even though we normally weren’t on the same side, tonight, we were. Before Cael could balance himself and take control, Dean’s hands were around my hips, lifting me up and preparing to guide me down over him. But Dean wasn’t hard for me, and we both knew it with shitty grins on our faces and mischief in Dean’s eyes.Teasing him was leaving me soaked, and him going mad from the sight of us.

“Fuck that,” Cael growled from behind me. Still perched over Dean, his hands replaced Dean’s and tugged my ass back against him. “This is mine ,” he snapped, sinking without warning deep into my soaked core.

“Oh, God.” I gripped Dean’s chest, nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks as my walls throbbed around Cael’s shaft, with his cock plunging deep inside of me, sparking nodes of pain that mixed dangerously with pleasure. I giggled gently, my body rocking forward against Dean’s chest as Cael worked relentlessly.

Dean’s hand found my ass again, gripping at the soft curves as Cael remained silent out of view. I could feel the burning gaze from him on my back as I rolled down to meet his hips over and over again. The pleasure licked at my stomach and warmed my core at an alarming pace, and if he continued his brutal rhythm, I wouldn’t last much longer.

Dean’s mouth found mine as his hand twisted around a braid, bringing me closer. His tongue swiped into my mouth, and Cael’s hips thrust even faster than before. I moaned against him, my head fuzzy with desire. My pulse quickened as his fingers found my soaked clit and rubbed in tender circles, making every nerve in my body tingle. He pounded into me with reckless abandon.

Cael pulled out from me suddenly, leaving me gasping at the sudden chill. Only to appear beside us, his hand gripping Dean’s chin and pulling him from our connection.

He wasn’t very good at taking turns. I could feel it in his gaze and under Dean’s grasp as Cael raked his hand through the shaggy blond curls roughly, tugging on the scalp until Dean’s fingers dug into my hips, and he was gasping for air.

I dropped down further, angry at Cael for abandoning me. He was trying to rile me up, acting like making out with Dean was a punishment, but it only stoked the fire in my stomach further. I continued to sink down far enough until Dean's cock brushed the underside of my chin. His attention pulled to me for a split second as I wrapped my lips around Dean’s massive erection, sucking until my cheeks hollowed out, and Dean's hips were stuttering beneath my touch. I peered up at the two of them, mouth full of cock, eyes watering from the size, and watched as they crashed against each other in a fury of teeth and tongue.

It didn’t take long for Dean to come completely undone between the two of us. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue against his shaft delicately until his hand tangled in my hair, and I felt him tense. His cock pulsed deep within my throat as he filled me. It spilled from me as I looked up into Cael’s stormy eyes. I felt exposed and electric as Dean lifted me by the arms back to him, brushing his thumb over my swollen lips as he worked to catch his breath.

But Cael was sick of sharing. He moved around us quietly, licking his lips as he crawled onto the bed behind me. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me away from Dean without a second thought.

“Enough,” he moaned, the sound low in my ear as he pulled me against his chest and laid me on the bed.

There was a fervor in his eyes that wasn’t there before, and I could feel the restraint as he fought internally over whether or not he should cross the lines we set.

“Do you want me?” He asked quietly as Dean recovered, his soft pants filling the room as he repositioned himself against my side.

“Answer him.” Dean kissed my shoulder as his hand dipped between us and found my aching clit. The touch alone made my body shiver, and my hips rose to meet Cael’s as he hovered above me, waiting for an answer.

I nodded, a tiny whimper leaving my lips.

“Out loud, Clementine,” he said. “I want to hear you say it. ”

Cael knew what he was doing. It wasn’t about the sex or fucking him. He wanted confirmation.

“I want you,” I whispered.

A wicked grin formed, and he pushed in, dragging a tiny yelp from my lips as he rolled his hips until he was embedded to the hilt.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, his teeth grazing my ear lobe before he turned his attention to Dean. He pressed tightly to my chest, his arms wrapping around me as his hips continued to roll against mine. Dean lifted to meet him. Kissing him softer than I had expected. It was surreal watching them interact so intimately while I fought against the shove of pleasure that built violently in the base of my stomach.

Cael was softer than Dean, like he was reminiscing.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, because the present was tangled with the past, and small flickers of who Cael and I used to be kept flashing across my dizzied vision.

“Clem, you gotta talk to me, I don’t want to hurt you.”

I could hear his voice in my head and his hands on my hot skin without the ability to tell real from fake. My heart was racing in my chest as he broke the kiss with Dean and looked down at me, brushing the sweaty, loose strands of hair away from my face.

I could tell all he wanted to do was kiss me.

It was written all over his beautiful, sharp face.

Those bright, blue eyes filled with longing and sadness as his lips curled downward. How could something that started so fun and feral become so heartbreakingly painful?

“Buck up, Loverboy, and finish the job,” I choked out, just trying to hold on to the Clementine I was now so as not to lose her to the shy, scared Clem I had been back then.

“Always so mouthy, aren’t you?” He groaned and pounded into me faster than time. Each thrust shook the bed and forced my orgasm higher.

I was overstimulated, my core raw, but he didn’t slow down even when Dean rolled into me and took one of my nipples into his mouth or when his fingers slid down to my clit.

Overwhelmed, Cael hammered into me faster while Dean circled my aching core relentlessly. The bed shook beneath me, caught between pushing myself into extreme pleasure and letting the heartbreaking memories of Cael Cody sweep me away.

I was fine.

Foggy almost, and ready to finish, until Cael opened his stupid, pretty mouth. His disheveled blond hair stuck to his strong neck, and his lips red from kissing Dean.

“You’re so beautiful.” The praise was too tender. I could feel the swell of butterflies as they rose through me. I needed the cocky boy. I couldn’t handle this tangled version of grown Cael and the seventeen-year-old version of him that had been left branded to my skin after our first time.

“Shut up,” I blurted out. “Just shut up and fuck me, Cael.”

Dean pulled my chin toward him, capturing my lips in a rough kiss as Cael huffed, dipping down and kissing my neck.

“Cael,” I whined loudly against Dean. The kiss was enough distraction for me as the orgasm tore through my body, and Cael stiffened on top of me. “Fuck!” I gripped tightly to his biceps as he rocked forward roughly, hitting every unstable, overworked nerve. His cock throbbed as he completed his promise of both of them taking turns to fill me to the brim. Dean’s sticky orgasm was still clinging to my throat, and Cael’s was dripping from between my thighs.

Cael silently rolled off of me, sandwiching me between their giant, sweaty bodies. Dean rubbed lazy circles against my thigh as I worked to catch my breath. Cael didn’t say a word, his eyes plastered to the dark ceiling above us.

I had a feeling I had made a mistake.

Fucking him for the first time, since the first time. Doing it with his best friend hadn’t been the plan, but they were hard to resist and, at the time, I thought it would push Cael further away.

Instead, it only reopened old wounds that I thought were healed.

And I had a feeling it opened wounds I didn’t understand between the two of them.

Shit .

The adrenaline from the orgasm was wearing off, and the panic was seeping in.

“I should go,” I pushed away from Dean, kissing his cheek. “This—”

“You stay, I’ll go,” Cael panted between shallow breaths, rolling his sweaty, tanned chest further away from me.

“No,” I protested. Even if I felt welcome, this room, this space. It wasn’t mine to invade. “Thank you,” I hummed, my legs still wobbly from the orgasm as I found the floor and collected my shorts. “This was… fun…” I groaned and wrapped the buttonless jersey around my chest as best as I could to at least cover myself for the shameful exit.

I didn’t look at Cael. I couldn’t. Instead, I just backed away and closed the door behind me. It was only when I was safe in the guest room, the door locked behind me, that I sunk to the floor and cried.

Some wounds never heal.