13. Theo

13

THEO

E lla looks up at me dreamily. Marcus, Ethan, and Will have all gone downstairs, each having had their own time with her. I feel guilty as I slide into bed beside her, but her sweet smile dulls that negative emotion in my chest.

I pull her back against me, cuddling her and massaging her hips and lower back until she moans. The sound makes my cock rigid against her ass. But more than the desire to get off, I want to pamper her. Take care of her. It's the same instinct I had with Tiffany.

I shake my head, tucking that thought away for when I can deal with it properly. Now is not the time to be thinking of her and that shitshow of a relationship.

Tucking her hair away from her face, I kiss between Ella's shoulder blades. I trace my nose along the bumps in her spine, feathering her skin with kisses. It's a transition from being with her before—taking her ass and mouth roughly, filling her every hole, being relentless with her body. But now, the slow moves create a more intimate space between us.

After a few minutes of leisurely attention, her hand reaches behind her to rake through my hair. I press closer, my soothing strokes gliding over her side and belly and up to cup one full breast.

My teeth nip the flesh behind her ear as I squeeze down to her nipple, pulling it taut between my finger and thumb until she gasps and arches back into me. I'm so hard I could hammer a nail in place. Precum seeps from the tip as my cock nestles between her cheeks. She feels magnificent everywhere.

"Ella." My voice is low and hoarse as I say her name. I've never been able to separate sex and emotion all that well, and there's just something about this woman that hits me right under the ribs.

"Yes." It's not a question. She's telling me she wants me with so few words that I groan against her shoulder. Releasing her breast, I reach between us to grab my shaft and drag the head of my dick through her folds. Her whimpers tell me that I'm taking too long, teasing her, and I enjoy every nanosecond of it.

Finally, I notch myself at her entrance and make the slow glide in. I stay there without moving, simply enjoying the way her inner muscles clench and undulate around me. Fuck, is she magic. Ella arches back again, pushing me deeper, but I don't thrust, needing to anchor myself in this moment before I get carried away.

"Theo." It's an admonishment, so I give her my teeth and revel in her strangled cry. And then I start to move, little by little, until we're rocking together.

"Fucking spectacular." And she is, allowing me to be sweet and attentive, letting me touch her everywhere, explore her like she is an unmapped natural phenomenon. I had her fast and hard already, and now… this. This envelopes me with all the things I've been missing, and I must keep her in my arms for as long as possible. I want to fall asleep with her like this and wake with my cock still inside her to start all over again.

"Tell me what you like. What you want." I want to give you everything is what I can't say. Not with how quickly we fell into this. Not with how only twenty-four hours ago, I'd been in love with another woman—a married woman. "Please."

Ella chuckles. "I'm enjoying what you're doing there." She wiggles her ass. "But you could be more creative with these." She grabs my hand and brings it back to her tit, so I knead and tug and pinch and roll until she's writhing in pleasure. It boosts my own, picking up my thrusts as we both breathe heavily.

"Mmm, you can also stroke me here," she says, sliding that same hand down her stomach and between her legs, which crack open just enough for my fingers to cover her mound. Her moan stabs through my gut as I stroke her, finding her clit slick and swollen. I swear I can feel it throbbing under my fingertips.

"Fucking sweetest little honey pot. I wonder if your cum tastes as good as your skin and your mouth do."

Ella's chuckle accompanies her head flinging back, back bowing as I seem to hit a spot that makes her quake. Now, her chest heaves like she can't catch her breath, and I refuse to change a thing I'm doing to keep her just like this. "I–I like it when you talk to me. Like this."

I grin. "You like a little dirty talk?"

"A little." She wriggles harder against my hand, seeking her own end. A few small gasps escape her.

I groan into her ear. "Keep doing that, honey pot. Grind that puss back on my cock like a champ." Ella takes my cue and does as I tell her. Fuck, does everything about this woman have to be perfect? She's so responsive. "Fuck, keep tightening around me, and I'm going to come in you too quickly."

As if that isn't already evident by the way my hips pick up speed. I twirl my fingers over her clit, through her wet folds, and back up and around. The needy noises she makes increase, and she's like a fist around my shaft.

"Yeah? You like the thought of that? Being full of my cum?" The thought makes me harder, I swear.

Ella lets out a strangled yes, and I know I've got her right on the edge. I give her mound a few swift taps, and she's a goner, pulsing and quaking around me with full abandon.

"Fuck yes, Ella. Fuck yes. God, you're so sexy when you come." And she is, mouth open in a silent scream. I moan low. "Look at you."

My grunts are muffled against her shoulder. I give her a few more swipes of my fingers across her clit, playing her like a guitar, and the strangled noise bleating from her lips has me chuckling. Then, I lift her knee, sharpening the angle of my thrusts, tightening her further around me, and Ella seems frozen.

Her body rocks with each pump of my hips, but I'm far past being able to stop. Soft smacking sounds echo between us. She's so, so wet, it spreads across my thighs. My arm slinks under her shoulders, pulling her back against me. Needing the contact of her skin, I keep her there as I pound into Ella's sweet sex.

The pleasure spikes, taking over reality for long minutes until my balls draw up tightly and I spill my climax into Ella. Teeth grazing across her shoulder, I slowly come down, but I'm unwilling to let her go.

I've never had sex like this. Not with Tiffany, not with any of the women I've slept with before her. What kind of spell has Ella cast on me, on the four of us?

I wipe my hand down her body, rubbing her hip and thigh after settling her down. "You all right, honey pot?"

Her laughter shakes her body against the front of me. I grin against her shoulder again and just hold her. When she settles, she turns in my grip and lazily brushes a hand over my chest.

"I'm good." She sighs, eyes drooping. "Exhausted. In the best way."

As her body relaxes, I see Marcus poke his head into the room. Waving him over has all three of my brothers coming back in to take care of one of the sweetest and sexiest women the four of us have ever encountered.

I brush my hand up her arm, and her eyes flutter back open. "How about a shower?"

Ella's warm smile is answer enough. I lift her easily in my arms and turn to Marcus. "Can you turn on the hot water?"

Cap's smile is small but sincere when he nods, and I follow him into the bathroom, keeping Ella near as she shivers. Then, she laughs. "You can set me down. I'm not going to collapse."

"Won't you? You've been through a lot these past few hours." I enjoy the way her head lolls in my shoulder way too much. So much that I feel possessive, more possessive than I've ever felt before.

Strangely, I feel no animosity toward my friends. We've never shared a woman before, but it seems natural. Will appears in front of us, hesitantly running a hand over her knee. Ella smiles in my arms, and we both smile at her in return.

As steam builds, Marcus waves us in, and I finally let Ella stand, putting her feet on the dark blue tile and keeping my hands under her arms.

"Big, strong firemen," Ella teases as we step under the hot spray together. Marcus and his fancy manor have an enormous shower with dual showerheads, so it's easy for all five of us to fit inside, taking turns washing parts of her until her chuckle creates a contagious circle of laughter.

I get the honor of washing her hair, scrubbing in slow circles. Her hair is long and soft, if a little tangled from the constant rolling around and sets of fingers running through her curls. She lets me roll her head around to reach every crevice, and I block some of the spray with my back as I rinse her clean. Her soft moans are more than enticing, but when I'm finished, Ethan takes her from my arms to rub her shoulders.

Marcus is waiting for her with a fluffy white towel, which he wraps her up in and dries her with sweet efficiency. Enclosing her in a big, rich blue robe that must be his own, he escorts her stumbling feet out to the bed.

We all collapse in the oversized bed. The heat of the shower and slippery skin arouse me—and seemingly has the same effect on the rest of us. Ella stretches between us, and with a low chuckle, she glides her hands down Marcus's and my torsos, grabbing ahold of our stiffening cocks.

"One last round?" she suggests.

We give her a resounding yes , and I'm struck by the naughty twinkle in her dark eyes, those long lashes batting up at me as she strokes my shaft. The musky soap layers over her sweet scent as I lean in to kiss her shoulder. "How do you want us?"

"Mmm. I want someone's mouth on my pussy and a cock in my mouth." The way she lifts a challenging brow has saliva pooling under my tongue.

"I want to taste your sweet little honey pot." I don't hesitate, grabbing Ella by the ankle and dragging her down the bed until I've got her legs splayed across my back and her pussy under my mouth. I lay gentle kisses along her neatly trimmed sex until she squirms. I skip the tentative licks and spready her wide with my tongue.

Her moan is cut short as Marcus leans up and slips his cock between her lips. I grin as I lick up the moisture dripping from her, fingers kneading those soft brown thighs. I eat her for long minutes until she's writhing against my mouth and chin, using me for her gratification.

Give it all to me, Ella.

Every last drop.

When I come up for air, Will and Ethan are watching with molten heat in their eyes and hands stroking themselves. My hard-on is raging from the sight of her plump tits jiggling from the way her head bobs down Marcus's length.

I cannot get enough of this woman, so I crawl up her body, lifting her knees to spread her even wider and teasing her with the head of my shaft. This one last round—if it's anything like the last one—is going to be long and intense.

A shudder runs through me as I watch myself fill her to the brim, treasuring the way her cunt envelopes me.