Chapter 56

Kendall

If this was the way it was going to be, married life would be awesome.

I was trying to be an active participant. When one of them got close I couldn’t help but run my hands down their chests then drop lower, but no sooner than I had initiated a caress, then they took over. My wrists were pressed up and over my head, only for me to pull them down again, but the second or third time that happened, Gage shook his head. He pulled away from kissing me very nicely down my neck and went to the end of the bed, grabbing my dressing gown from the back of the door and then pulling the soft tie free.

“What’s that for?” I started to shrink back on the bed but the other two held me fast. Van replaced Gage, kissing a trail down my neck as his hand clamped down on my belly and Connor threw a leg across mine, pinning me to the bed. “Gage? Gage?”

“You can’t be a good girl and just let us worship you?”

His smile was slow and cruel.

“Um… I’m trying to worship you right back,” I said.

“Don’t need that.” I could feel how hard Van was as he thrust against my thigh. “I’m on edge, baby, so the ‘worshipping’ wouldn’t take very long.”

“Never does,” Connor quipped, “but that’s why you have more than one boyfriend. One with stamina.”

Gage pulled the dressing gown tie tight.

“One who’ll put your pleasure first.” He reached over and looped the soft material around my wrists and then used it to tie me to the neat little hooks they’d built into the bedhead.

“I can do that,” Van protested. The other two nodded with exaggerated care, as if disbelieving everything he had to say. “I can.”

“So show me.”

I couldn’t believe the words were out of my mouth, but the impact was immediate. The pupils of his eyes dilated rapidly as he stared. My golden boy was shouldered aside, replaced by the man.

“Yeah?” Van’s hand slid under my shirt, shoving it up until it bunched around my neck, then my bra cup was shoved up too, his eyes transfixed by what he discovered there. “Jesus, Kendall…” His voice was hoarse, part curse, part prayer. “You’re the one that shreds my fucking control, drives me out of my mind.” He pushed his shorts down, freeing his dick to press back into my thigh. “All I want to do is bury myself in you—”

“But not yet.”

If Van was all heat, Connor was cool, moving to push my t-shirt up and as much out the way as he could before his hand slid under my to flick open my bra. The elastic band sagged and he pushed that away too. Just a tiny graze of his fingertips across my breast, not touching the nipple, even as my back flexed, trying to force him too. Connor smiled down at me as he watched me try. He snatched his hand back, but right as I went to curse, he settled down beside me.

Van pressed into one side and Connor into the other, yeah, married life was looking pretty damn fine, but right as I was glorying in the very special pleasure of being the meat in their hot guy sandwich, Gage reached down and pulled my shorts free. The cool air of the air-conditioner, his intent gaze, it had me gasping, right before my legs snapped tight together. Gage just shook his head and then dug his fingers in, pushing them wide.

“There’s no hiding this from me, not if there’s any gentleness in you.” As he brushed the backs of his fingers along my sensitive inner thigh, the others moved, mapping the slopes of my breasts with their mouths. “I need to see it.” Gage slid a single finger through me and there was no friction at all. “Nothing better than seeing how wet you are.”

One of those mouths pulled away and my eyes flicked open to see Van staring down the line of my body.

“How wet?” Two fingers slid along my seam, the sound they made as they passed making that clear, but Gage had to hold his fingers up to show Van how they glistened. “Fuck…” I liked the way Van groaned, as if I was an oasis and he was a man dying of thirst in the desert, something that was confirmed as he went to move away. “I need a taste—”

“Wait your turn.” Gage’s growl had Van’s eyes narrowing, the tension in his shoulders making clear he was ready to debate the issue, but Connor broke the tension.

“Dunno about you, but I’m happy right where I am.”

And he was, his eyes meeting mine as he moved painfully slowly, getting closer and closer to my breast, as I watched his tongue flick out. It felt like every bump rubbed against the sensitive nerves as he pressed my hardening nipple back against my breast, only for it to bounce free again.

“Oh…”

A little sigh, I let that out as I began to fight the constraints of the tie around my wrists. I knew I could pull free and I wanted to and didn’t all at the same time. Because I’d grab the back of his head and pull him closer. Because if I stayed the way I was I’d be forced to just feel this.

His low chuckle against my skin. His mouth going back for more, kissing that hard little bead until I made a sound of protest, then he relented and sucked my nipple in. Then long swallows that rubbed that sensitive point against the roof of his mouth, feeling every ridge as my thighs spread wider, needing that tension that was begging to build eased.

And that’s when they came in handy.

“Yeah, I’m right where I need to be…”

Van muttered that seconds before pressing kisses in increasingly tighter circles around my nipples. Connor’s mouth made clear what would happen if Van just did what I needed, this incredible tugging sensation setting up between my cunt and my nipples. It felt like my clit was swelling with every pull. But then Van latched on, his fingers burying themselves into my breast as he held it right where he needed, sucking the nipple tighter and tighter, the pleasure becoming pain which just became a more intense pleasure that had me panting, “Gage…”

“Mm… I do like the sound of my name on your lips.” I forced my eyes open and down in time to watch him settle between my legs. “See what happens when you’re a good girl? All the good things happen, just like this.”

Oh fuck…

I called that out, over and over, at the first slide of his tongue, running through my folds and collecting the moisture there with a noisy slurp. Then there was the tip of that tongue, tracing every lazy fall of my folds, making me aware of my anatomy in ways I’d never felt. Circling my clit in slow methodical swipes, getting closer and closer to the sensitive tip by the second, my hips rising up off the bed until his hands clamped down on my thighs. My knees were pressed up against my chest and held there, my entire body feeling like it was split open for him to devour. Feeling his face press into my most sensitive flesh, his chin working against me as his tongue slid around my entrance, teasing me with the potential of being filled, but right when I began to whine that I needed just that, he did.

Slick, wriggling frantically, it was too soft to satisfy and yet utterly seductive. Gage opened me up, prepared my body for what was to come as my hips humped at his face. Looking for more friction, more sensation, more intensity, even as he pulled his mouth free and then shoved several fingers inside me.

Shit…

I was getting what I asked for, something much harder and thicker delving inside me, but he pushed them in so fast my body struggled to adjust. I liked that stretch, of being forced to take him, every nerve ending coming alive at this sudden intrusion. But as the shock wore off, something else replaced it. A deep, pulsing grind as his fingers corkscrewed inside me, the knuckles pressing right against my entrance before he pulled back to push another finger in.

Jesus, I was full.

Of him, of his smile as his eyes met mine. Gage looked like he was sucking down my pleasure as lesser men might beer. I was the drug that intoxicated him and he was ready to get drunk. His fingers pressed harder, faster, forcing me to stretch, because I’d need to when he replaced his fingers with what I really needed. But first this. Connor and Van drawing every possible sensation from my nipples, making them throb and ache and long for more. Gage’s pace picking up, then right as he stared into my eyes, his fingers crooked up.

“Gage…”

I stared at him blindly.

“That’s it. Come for me like a good girl and I’ll give you everything you need. You’ll be all soft and wet, ready to take me. Come for me, Kendall. Drench my fucking fingers and I’ll use them to coat my whole dick, right before I drive myself into you.”

How could I say no to that?

I didn’t get a word out, instead emitting a strangled cry because this orgasm hurt. It was like every muscle was clenched down too tight to keep my barriers erected against danger, but pleasure busted through every single one of them, leaving me naked, defenceless and open.

I didn’t give a shit about being actually married, not when I had this. The most perfect sensation of oneness. I couldn’t have felt closer to each and every one of my guys in that second. I wrenched my hands free of my bonds, unable to do anything other than clutch at them, hold them close as I rode Gage’s fingers in wilder and wilder waves, until finally I was delivered to shore.

“Fuck, Kendall…”

Gage lunged forward, the emptiness I felt when he pulled his fingers free making me cry out, but that was quickly remedied. His fingers bit into my thighs as he pushed himself inside me. It was always a fight to take Gage, but I loved every minute of it as his thick dick pushed deep.

“You can take me…” He murmured that mostly to himself. “You can do it. Fuck, Kendall, you’re so damn tight.” Gage was shuddering with the effort of holding back, right as he stared into my eyes. “Let me in.” That was a command I couldn’t deny. “Let me in, Kendall. I fucking love you. Please, let me in.”

I don’t know if it was that or conscious effort, but it felt like something flexed inside me, opening up ground that he instantly claimed. He buried himself to the hilt and for just a second we gasped. At that throbbing, intense feeling of connection that seemed to just grow and grow. Bigger than the two, three, four of us, it took on a life of its own and that’s what I saw in Gage’s eyes. He pulled me free of the others, keeping me straddled across his lap, our movements gentle now. Just long, slow undulations of our bodies, keeping whatever was building between us simmering.

“I’ll never get used to this. Never. You… Me…” Gage kissed me before I could respond. “God, you feel so fucking good.” His cock stabbed deeper, forcing a gasp from me, but once he started, I had to finish. I wanted that, the brutal percussive thrust inside me, an itch only he could scratch.

“Fuck me, Gage…” My hips moved faster, but it was hard to pull up and away from this, even though sinking down felt so good. “Gage—”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” I found him staring into my eyes when mine flicked open. “You ready for me, baby?”

I smiled slowly.

“Gimme everything you’ve got.”