29. Ayla

29

AYLA

T he opening credits of the romantic comedy flicker across the TV screen, bathing the living room in a soft glow. I nestle into the plush couch cushions, savoring the rare moment of peace and quiet. Shadow is curled up in my room and Piper’s gentle snores echo from down the hall.

“Seriously, Ayla? A chick flick?” Kip groans from the other end of the sectional.

I shoot him a playful glare. “Hey, you said I could pick. Besides, this one’s a classic. Now pass the popcorn, will you?”

Kip smirks and tosses me the bowl, scattering a few fluffy kernels across my lap in the process. I can’t help but chuckle.

As the opening scene unfolds on screen, I let myself relax, sinking further into the cushions. Teller and Clay are sitting to my left, and Kip on my right, all four of us somehow managing to squeeze onto the sectional.

A sudden warmth spreads across my thigh, sending a tingling sensation through my body. I glance down, my breath catching in my throat as I realize it’s Clay’s hand, his fingers gently caressing my skin through the thin fabric of my leggings. My heart begins to race, his touch igniting a fire deep within me.

I try to focus on the movie, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult with Clay’s hand inching higher, his fingers now grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I bite my lip, suppressing a gasp as he moves closer to my core, his touch both tantalizing and teasing.

Just as I think I might combust from the anticipation, I feel Teller’s lips graze the side of my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His kisses are soft at first, barely there, but they quickly grow more insistent, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.

I’m lost in a haze of sensation, my mind struggling to process the overwhelming feelings coursing through my body. Clay’s grip on my thigh tightens, his fingers now mere inches from where I crave his touch the most. Teller’s lips trail along my jaw, his teeth gently nipping at my earlobe.

“Guys,” I manage to whisper, my voice breathy and strained. “What about the movie?”

Clay chuckles, his deep voice sending vibrations through my body. “I think we’ve found something much more interesting to focus on, don’t you?”

I can only nod, my words failing me as Teller’s hands begin to roam, skimming along my sides and brushing the underside of my breasts. I arch into his touch, my body yearning for more.

Kip’s hand cups my chin, gently but firmly turning my face towards his. His blue eyes are dark with desire as they meet mine, and my breath catches in my throat. “Ayla,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. “You’re so beautiful.”

Before I can respond, his lips are on mine, soft yet demanding. I melt into the kiss, my hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his sandy blonde hair. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, deepening the kiss and sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

As Kip kisses me senseless, I feel Clay’s hands tugging at the waistband of my panties. He slides them down my legs with agonizing slowness, his fingers skimming along my skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. I lift my hips slightly, allowing him to remove the flimsy fabric completely.

Teller’s lips continue their assault on my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point and making me gasp into Kip’s mouth. His hands roam freely now, cupping my breasts through the thin material of my shirt and teasing my nipples into hardened peaks.

I’m overwhelmed by the sensations, my body on fire from their combined touches. A small voice in the back of my mind whispers that this is too much, too fast, but for once, I silence it. This feels right.

I break away from Kip’s kiss, panting heavily as I look up at him through hooded eyes. “Don’t stop,” I plead, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

Clay’s fingers trail up my inner thigh, leaving a blazing path in their wake. My breath hitches as he reaches the apex of my thighs, his fingers brushing against my aching core. “So wet already, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “Is this all for us?”

I can only whimper in response, my hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction. Clay chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. He begins to circle my clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me see stars.

“Should we take these off, baby?” he asks, his voice low and rough with desire. “Or do you want to keep them on while we make you come?”

I can barely form a coherent thought, let alone speak. But somehow I manage to gasp out, “Off. Please, take them off.”

My skin is on fire, my every nerve ending begging for their touch. They’re torturing me, and I’ve never felt more alive.

Teller’s hands continue their exploration, slipping under my shirt and pushing my bra out of the way. His fingers find my nipples, rolling and tugging at them until I’m arching my back, silently begging for more. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” he whispers against my skin, his breath hot on my neck.

Kip’s lips find mine again, swallowing the moans that threaten to escape. His kiss is demanding, possessive, as if he’s staking his claim on me. I willingly surrender, letting him take control as Clay and Teller continue their sweet torture.

I tear my mouth away from Kip’s, gasping for air as the pleasure builds inside me. “More,” I beg, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Please, I need more.”

Teller pinches my nipples harder, sending a jolt of pain-laced pleasure straight to my core. “Patience, baby,” he soothes, his deep voice washing over me like a caress. “We’ve got all night to take care of you.”

Kip’s hands suddenly leave my face as he reaches down, gripping the hem of my shirt. In one swift motion, he pulls it over my head, tossing it carelessly to the side. Before I can even register the cool air on my bare skin, his mouth is on my breast, sucking hard on my nipple while his fingers tug and twist the other.

“Oh god,” I moan, my head falling back against Teller’s shoulder. The sensations are overwhelming - Kip’s mouth on my breast, Teller’s hands roaming my body, Clay’s finger still buried deep inside me. It’s almost too much, and yet not nearly enough.

I buck my hips, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more anything. But Teller’s hands grip my waist, holding me firmly in place. “Not so fast, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We’re in control here, remember? Just relax and let us take care of you.”

I whimper in frustration, but I know he’s right. I’m completely at their mercy, and the thought sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I force myself to be still, to surrender to the pleasure they’re giving me.

Kip’s mouth continues its assault on my breasts, licking and biting and sucking until I’m writhing beneath him. His hands skim down my sides, his fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Clay slides two fingers inside me again, this time curling them just so. I arch my back, a moan escaping my lips.

“Oh, fuck, Clay,” I pant, my nails digging into the sofa cushions. “That feels... so good...”

Clay picks up his pace, his fingers moving in and out of me with practiced ease. “Oh, God,” I cry out, my toes curling. “I can’t... I’m... I’m...!”

The world explodes around me as I come apart in their arms, my climax more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I’m vaguely aware of them each groaning in pleasure, but my entire world narrows down to the three of them and the indescribable bliss they’ve brought me to.

As my orgasm subsides, I collapse against the couch, panting for air. Teller, Clay, and Kip exchange satisfied smirks and kiss my neck, fingers, and lips, respectively.

My skin is on fire, my body still humming with pleasure, and I know that I’ve just made the most deliciously sinful decision of my life.

Teller’s strong hands grip my hips, pulling me onto his lap as he grinds his hard length against my aching core. A gasp escapes my lips at the delicious friction, he undoes his pants until the thin fabric of his boxer briefs is the only barrier between us. I arch my back, pressing myself more firmly against him, craving more.

“That’s it, baby. I can feel how much you want this,” Teller growls, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. His fingers dig into my flesh as he rocks against me rhythmically, stoking the fire building inside me.

My head lolls back, eyes fluttering closed as I lose myself in the sensations Teller is evoking. When I manage to open them again, I’m greeted by the sight of Kip rising from the couch, his blue eyes darkened with lust. He holds my gaze as he slowly peels off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles of his torso.

My pulse quickens watching Kip hook his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and tug them down in one smooth motion, freeing his impressive erection. He steps out of the pooled fabric and moves to stands on the side of me, his swollen tip mere inches from me.

“Give me your hand gorgeous.,” Kip murmurs, threading his fingers through my hair.

I glance up at him from beneath my lashes, desire coursing through my veins. The scent of his arousal fills my nostrils, making my head spin.

I wrap my fingers around Kip’s thick shaft, marveling at the velvety soft skin stretched taut over rigid steel. He groans approvingly as I start to stroke him with languid pumps of my fist, twisting my wrist on the upstroke just the way he likes.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Kip pants, his hips rocking in tandem with my movements.

Behind me, Teller continues his delicious torture, grinding erection against my aching core. The combination of sensations - Kip heavy and throbbing in my hand, Teller relentlessly teasing my most sensitive spots - has me writhing and whimpering with need.

“You’re dripping, Ayla. I can feel how much you want us,” Teller rasps, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. “Going to fill this sweet pussy so good, make you scream for us.”

His filthy words send a fresh gush of arousal flooding my already soaked panties. I’m so lost in the haze of lust that I barely register the dip of the cushions as Clay settles back onto the couch.

Suddenly, strong hands grip my waist and lift me effortlessly. I gasp in surprise as Clay maneuvers me to hover above Teller’s lap while he shimmies out of his jeans and boxers. My eyes widen seeing Teller in all his naked glory, his impressive length standing proudly against his stomach.

“Gonna sit you on my cock now, sweetheart. Want to watch your pretty face when you take me inside this tight little cunt,” Teller growls.

I moan wantonly as Clay lowers me onto Teller’s waiting erection, my slick walls parting easily for his thick intrusion. The delicious stretch and fullness has me throwing my head back on a silent scream.

“Christ, you’re tight. Squeezing me like a fucking vice,” Teller grits out through clenched teeth, fighting to maintain control.

“M-more,” I pant, wriggling my highs, desperate to feel him deeper.

Teller’s deep baritone echoes in my ear. “Fuck, babe, your pussy’s so damn perfect.”

The muscles in my core clench around Teller’s penetrated length at the unexpected praise, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.

“Feel that, Teller? She’s aching for more. Take her hard and fast,” Clay growls, his hands groping my breasts roughly.

With a roar of pure lust, Teller obeys, slamming in and out of me with abandon, so hard and so fast that my breasts bounce and sway in sync with each thrust. With every plunge, my wetness coats him more, making the friction between us even hotter.

Teller’s thrusts grow erratic, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he nears the edge. “S-so close, Ayla, so fucking close.”

“That’s it baby, take him,” Clay coos in my ear, massaging my breasts roughly, pinching my nipples between his calloused fingers. The two sensations collide, sending me spiraling on the edge of ecstasy.

“Now, I want you to work on these bad boys,” Clay continues, guiding my hands to his crotch, his erection tenting his jeans.

I do as told, unbuttoning his fly, and taking him in my free hand, alternating my mouth between both him and Kip.

Teller starts to move then, thrusting upward as I reach behind me, stroking both Clay’s and Kip’s rigid cocks. I let out a guttural moan, the double sensation more than I ever dreamed. The pressure in my core builds with each powerful thrust, my climax just beyond my reach.

“Fuck, she’s so responsive,” Teller pants out, his grip on my hips tightening. “Ayla, babe, you’re doing so good.”

“That’s right,” Clay purrs in my ear, his voice as smooth as silk. “You’re doing perfect, sweetheart.”

I squeeze Kip harder, loving the encouragement their giving me to let go. To feel. “Oh, fuck yes, just like that,” Kip groans, his fingers tangling in my hair.

Their desperate moans spurring me on, driving me to new heights of depravity.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” Kip growls, his blue eyes clouding over with pleasure. His hot seed covers my hand and Clay’s as he shudders beneath my ministrations.

Clay groans out his release a moment later, his hips jerking as he spills his seed over my other hand. The warmth of their combined releases coats my skin, and the knowledge that I’ve brought them both to orgasm sends a wave of heat through me.

“I’m not done with you,” Teller warns, his voice a low growl. He continues to piston into me, his pace relentless, his eyes locked with mine. His grip on my hips is almost painful, but it only heightens my arousal, pushing me closer to the brink of my own release.

“Ayla!” he bellows, his climax crashing through him in powerful thrusts. He fills me, his seed a hot, sticky reminder of our shared pleasure.

I scream my own release, the climax shattering me into a million pieces. I collapse forward, my head resting against Teller’s chest, our breathing ragged and uneven. I can feel Teller’s heart beating rapidly next to my ear. My body has never felt so relaxed.

I should feel dirty…but I don’t because I know the truth.

This is exactly where I’m meant to be.