18. Levi

18

LEVI

A s I walk back to the dorm, I mourn that having an evening class meant I was missing out on the fun in Zane's bedroom.

But when I get there, I have a surprise waiting for me.

"Looks like you were having fun without me," I say, my tone mock-scolding. Lyric's teeth worry her lower lip, but Archer smiles.

"Lyric took her punishment," he tells me, a note of pride in his tone. "She did well. So well that I think it's time for your reward. Do you want it, Songbird?" he asks.

My eyes light up, desire coursing through me. "Do I get to join in the fun?"

Archer nudges Lyric. "You can be the one to give her the reward."

I slide onto the bed and cup Lyric's face with my hand, bringing our mouths together for a soft kiss. I'm sorry I missed her punishment, but she looks like a thoroughly strung-out mess so I'm guessing it went well.

Pulling away, I look her over, noting the flush on her cheeks, her mussed hair, her swollen lips. "You deserve to be rewarded, baby," I say softly. "I know the punishment wasn't easy, but you took it well."

Archer and Zane had filled me in on the goings-on, from Lyric openly flirting with someone else to the promise of a punishment to put her in her place. I wanted to be there, but since I had class, I missed the first part.

But I'm glad to help with this next bit because I get to have fun now. We lay Lyric back on the bed, and I move, stripping out of my clothes unceremoniously before lying next to her and drawing her close, lifting her leg so it falls over my hip before slipping inside her.

She feels so wet, practically a fountain around me as I push into her. My eyes roll back in my head, but this moment is about Lyric right now. She's been punished and now the time has come to give her the reward she deserves.

My body moves slowly at first, waiting for her to respond as she starts to come back to herself little by little. She's been edged for an hour, so there's some residual tension in her as she quickly approaches the edge.

"It's okay," I whisper to her. "Let go. You can come now. Come for me, Songbird."

Lyric's eyes roll back in her head and she shakes as the orgasm hits, finally allowed to experience the relief that comes from the release.

Sobs escape her chest and she presses her face to me as she rides me through the intense experience. "Don't stop," I tell her. "Keep going, let it all out."

Whether encouraging the tears or the release, I can't say, but I want her to feel all of it just the same. Archer moves so he's behind her, pressing into her as his fingers come down to toy with her nipples. Zane kneels at the end of the bed, stroking over her thighs, planting soft kisses into the tender flesh.

Once the aftershocks subside, I pull out and turn her to face Archer this time. He moves her thighs apart, using his fingers to stroke her clit. She cries out, trying to pull his hands away.

"I've got you," Archer says, his tone more tender than I'd heard in a long time. "Relax, Songbird. We're going to give you at least five orgasms because we denied you for so long. You earned this. You don't have to do anything. Let us do all the work."

The punishment had been effective for more than just Lyric. From what I've gathered, it also looks like it broke some of the walls in Zane and Archer. I can tell by the way they look at Lyric that they're both considering forgiving her for the past.

I'm not sure I'm there yet, but right now, all that matters is making Lyric feel good. She took what we dished out to her, did it without complaint and she's earned a night of reprieve, at least.

Archer starts to stroke her clit even as he lines himself up and pushes into her, pulling her close to him and kissing her softly. A lump forms in my throat as I watch the way their eyes meet, happy to see my brother being able to connect again with someone he once cared so deeply for.

It broke my heart the way Lyric betrayed us, but getting our revenge has helped. Maybe we can still find a way to move on from the mistakes of the past.

Lyric's head tips back, mouth open as Archer rocks his hips slowly, fingers rubbing over her clit. She's already getting close once again and I can only imagine how desperate she must feel because once again, she's trying to push him away, but he holds her even as her orgasm breaks.

"Archer!" Lyric cries out, her thick thighs wrapping around his waist as she pulls him deep inside. Sweat dots her brow and Archer brushes it away as he kisses her through her second release.

Once she's calmed down again, Archer moves her so she's facing Zane this time, and she tenses. "I can't," she whimpers. "I can't do it again."

"Yes you can," Zane says, running a finger along her cheek. "You're not done being rewarded yet. I know you have more in you, baby. You can do this, can't you?"

Before Lyric can answer, Zane pulls her onto his lap and begins to raise and lower his hips as he sinks deep inside. "You feel so good," he whispers. "So warm, so wet, baby. You feel like heaven to me. I never want to leave this place."

His words have her melting as she holds onto him, arms wrapping around his neck and kissing him deeply. I move so I'm sitting behind them, determined not to be left out of the fun this time and I begin to massage her tits, running my hands all over her body.

Lyric cries out, head tilting back so it rests on my neck as she begins to rock her hips into Zane's. "That's it," I murmur into her ear. "Let yourself go. Let yourself feel good. We're going to take care of you, baby."

"We're going to keep making you feel good over and over," Zane promises, panting as he rocks with her. "You don't have to do a thing. We want you to lose yourself in the sensations."

"You're doing so well," Archer adds. "You've pleased us more than you know tonight. Let us show you how good you can feel."

At that moment, Lyric's third orgasm hits and her mouth falls open, crying out soundlessly as she finds her release.

"Good girl," I hum against her. "Very, very good girl."

It feels like this orgasm lasts longer, with her working her hips as she chases the feeling as far as it will take her. "Fuck," she whispers. "Feels so good. God!"

As she relaxes, I pull her into my chest, stroking down her body to toy with her clit, working her through her orgasm until another one takes hold immediately, making her stiffen. "Oh, God!" she cries out, liquid gushing from her.

She stares down, cheeks growing redder, but I lean in and nibble her ear. "Good job," I praise her. "You just squirted for me, baby girl."

"Oh, Levi," she murmurs. Her words reach straight into my chest and grip my heart, the sudden longing to hold her close taking root inside me.

Why is it that I've been so reluctant to forgive her? Whatever happened, it was in the past. Can't we move past that now? I'm tired of holding onto all this bitterness and hatred. Maybe there's more to the story than we even know.

I figure that there's plenty of time for hashing things out later, but right now, I want to let everything go and be close to the person I once loved. Even if it's painful, it feels better to have her nearby.

"I'm sorry," Lyric whispers again as we settle, the three of us flanking her on the bed. "I want to be with you right now. Is that okay?"

"It's fine," Archer says, tone soft. "You did what we wanted, so we can give you this."

I don't know what the future holds for us, but at least for right now, I'm happy that the storm has abated a little. Breathing in Lyric's sweet vanilla and lavender scent is calming me down, lulling me into a sleepy state.

"You know, we promised you five," Zane says, humming as he strokes her hair away from her face. "We still owe you one more."

"Can I save it?" Lyric asks, a note of amusement in her voice. "I don't think I have the energy for it right now."

"We can take a raincheck," Archer tells her. "You can cash it in later."

"Good," Lyric says, snuggling close.

Things are deceptively peaceful right now. I wish that everything between us wasn't so fucked up, that we could go back to being the Hudson Boys and Lyric again like we used to be.

But life isn't like that and Lyric gets up after a few more minutes of rest. "I need to go get my son," she says. "I left him with a babysitter, but I have to put him to bed."

As I watch her leave, my heart squeezes in my chest, a painful reminder that nothing has been resolved and Lyric isn't the same kid we knew in high school. She's an entirely different person now, with new priorities and a different mindset.

Whatever I want, it isn't possible. I let myself get caught up in the moment tonight, but I have to remember that this means nothing. It's just sex.