27. Elise

CHAPTER 27

Elise

I love this.

The thought pops into my head unbidden and once there, I can’t shake it. Obviously, I love having sex with three guys at once.

But it’s these three guys.

That’s what makes it so sexy and fun at the same time.

Aidan effortlessly tosses me down on my bed and stalks up between my legs to give me a hard kiss.

God, it’s so sexy that he can carry me without breaking a sweat. I've never been a girl who needs to feel small—let’s face it, I’m not small and I never will be. I like my body and my curves. I feel intensely feminine all the time.

But hell, it’s still hot to be carried.

“You don’t need this,” Aidan says, stripping off my hoodie and tossing it to Simon, who catches it readily.

The two of them share a smile.

I know they’ve gone out together a number of times, but I’m definitely sensing heightened sexual tension between the two of them, which I’m enjoying.

Do I like it all being about me?

Well, obviously.

But I find it sexy as hell that they are into each other as well.

Simon gives an appreciative stare in my direction.

“Stunning,” he tells me. “I do love it when you pout though.”

That makes me laugh. “I do not pout.”

“Love.” He strips his shirt off and bends over to kiss me. “You pout like the best of them.”

Then he turns his head and kisses Aidan, too. They swirl their tongues together inches from me, and I feel Aidan’s cock jump against my thigh. I’m prepared to lay back, hands above my head and take in the view for a while, but the mattress sinks when Blake lays down next to me. I roll slightly toward him.

“Hi,” I murmur.

“Hi.” He pulls me onto his chest.

“No fair, Wilder,” Aidan complains. “I was going to eat our girl’s pussy.”

“Too late. You let Armstrong distract you.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” Aidan pops the button on Simon’s pants with one hand and cups my breast with the other, teasing at my nipple. “Ladies' choice when we’re together, remember?”

I shift my gaze from Aidan to Blake to Simon.

Is there some kind of power struggle going on here?

Then I realize that Blake is just being impatient. He’s already nudging at my slit, which is a distracting and delicious sensation. My hips start to rock against him before I even make a conscious choice.

“What do you want, Sugar?” he asks me. “Tell us what you need.”

“Oh, now I get to decide?” I demand. “Where was ladies’ choice when I wanted to come on the couch?” I use the mattress to lift myself off of Blake’s chest and pin him with what I hope is a flirty, not pouty gaze.

He just grins up at me and gives my ass a hard slap.

It makes my whole body bounce on top of him, and damn it, it feels amazing. I get very, very wet, which he knows because he can feel it on his hip. The grin grows wider.

“You want to come?” Aidan asks. “Then on your back, woman.”

But I shake my head. “No. I was promised two cocks at once and I want them. Now .”

We always talk about doing this, but somehow it never happens. Usually because they spend so much time eating me out that I’m a limp noodle by the time they’re fucking me.

I’m wet and ready and relaxed enough that I won’t tense up.

I rub up and down on Blake and dangle my breasts in front of him.

“You heard the lady,” Blake growls, before he raises his head and takes a nipple into his mouth.

I moan enthusiastically as sharp pleasure rips through me. “ More .”

Blake lifts my hips and seats me on him. “Oh, yeah, that’s one wet pussy, baby. You’re ready, aren’t you?”

“So. Ready.” I gasp and clench my inner walls down onto Blake as he thrusts up into me.

It pops into my head that this may be the only time we do this, but I banish the thought.

We still have weeks. Almost two months.

But just in case, I’m not letting this opportunity slip away to experience having two men deep inside me at the same time.

Aidan shifts in behind me, his legs on either side of Blake’s. He lifts my hair and kisses the back of my neck. “Lean forward, El. Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Of course.”

When I lean forward, bracing myself on the mattress, Aidan runs his hand down my spine and over my ass, teasing between my cheeks. Even that much, having his touch on me while Blake pumps up into me has goose bumps rising. Then Simon shifts in beside me and pets my hair, running a knuckle down my cheek. I instinctively suck on them when he brushes over my lips.

There is rustling as Aidan undresses and presumably grabs lube, but then he’s swirling around my entrance with his finger. “Good?”

“Yes. So good.” All these hands, all these bodies crowding me, it never fails to allow me to dump every chaotic thought from my brain and live in the moment.

It’s nothing but pleasure. Hot, sharp, aching pleasure.

“Look at me, love,” Simon commands.

I turn obediently, seeing him watching me with hooded eyes. I open my mouth, wanting him, a finger, his cock, anything.

He just slowly shakes his head. “God, you’re incredible. Wait until Aidan is inside you. Then you can have my cock, too. Just be patient.”

“I want you,” I plead.

“Relax, El,” Aidan says. “You’re tensing up.”

Reaching for Simon has stiffened my back and shoulders. I force myself to open myself up more, to trust that they’ll know what I need and when.

They always do.

“That’s it, dirty girl. I’m coming in.”

Then I’m shocked to feel the press of Aidan inside me.

It’s fantastic. I feel full and loved from all angles.

My nerve endings are on fire. My pussy spasms.

Blake grinds into me.

I moan, loudly. “Oh, God, I’m going to come already. Oh, God!”

“That’s it. Take it.”

That’s Simon encouraging me.

Blake is staring intently at me.

Aidan is sawing in and out of my ass with pounding thrusts that should be uncomfortable, but it’s nothing but pure fucking bliss.

I fly apart, all wild cries and trembling arms as the orgasm rips through me, pulsating on and on.

It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

Hands fucking down.

I’m still riding the waves when Aidan eases out of me.

“I can’t hold off,” he roars.

He rips off the condom and then I feel hot thick ropes of his cum land on my ass.

“Yes!” I say in encouragement, the sensation sending aftershocks through my cunt.

Which in turn makes Blake groan.

“Sugar, you’re killing me. Sit up so I can see your tits.”

Aidan takes my shoulders from behind and eases me upright.

I shudder, lightheaded, throwing my hair over my shoulder.

Then I put my hands on Blake’s chest, riding him with all the energy I have left in my trembling body. He reaches up and squeezes my breasts, playing with my nipples.

“Perfection,” he grinds out through gritted teeth. “Your body is fucking perfect.”

Simon takes Aidan’s place and cracks the palm of his hand on the curve of my ass.

“Yes! Spank me hard.”

“You are such a dirty girl,” he says.

Then he smacks me again, finding a rhythm that works with me bobbing up and down on Blake.

Aidan is on the side of the bed now, fisting his dick slowly, looking both satisfied and ready to go again at a moment’s notice.

The stinging spanking is making the sweet friction of Blake inside me even sweeter and the combination has me shattering faster than I could have ever thought possible.

The second I come, Blake gives a loud yell. “Sugar, fuck !”

I feel the hot burst of him deep in me and I squeeze my inner muscles to milk it for him.

Then I’m limp and sprawled over Blake’s damp chest, reaching for Simon. I turn my head. “Give me.”

He laughs softly. “Just give me?”

“Yes. I can’t do any hard work but fuck my mouth, Simon. I want to swallow you.”

“Only a fucking fool would say no to that.”

I open my mouth and he doesn’t hesitate to thrust his cock between my lips, pumping hard.

“This isn’t going to take long,” he mutters. “You are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

I suck in my cheeks and open the back of my throat.

He’s right.

In less than a minute, salty heat hits the back of my throat as he groans.

“Jesus,” Simon breathes.

When he eases out, I swallow in pure cat-like satisfaction. “Mmm. That was the exclamation point I needed.”

Blake shifts me to the side and I fall onto the bed boneless, mentally floating somewhere in the clouds. My legs are still trembling and I shiver, still feeling the little electrical aftershocks of the powerful orgasms.

“I’ve never been this happy. Ever. I could take on the entire world,” I tell them all. “Once I can move again.”

Simon chuckles and brushes my hair off of my cheek. “Sleep, love.”

Aidan bends down and kisses the top of my head. “You were incredible.”

Blake runs his hand down my arm lazily, up and down, in a gesture so tender I sigh in pure contentment.

Then I drift off.

When I wake up after dozing off for what I thought was just a few minutes, but was clearly longer, there’s a glass of water on the nightstand for me. I sit up and take a sip, instantly aware that the warm body snug against mine isn’t Aidan or Simon, but Blake.

He’s asleep.

For once, it looks like he plans to spend the night.

He never does that with Simon and Aidan here.

The bed is too crowded for the four of us. I can admit that. It doesn’t bother me that he leaves. He’s in his final season of hockey and he needs decent sleep.

He also thinks I don’t realize it, but when I have stayed over at his condo twice, he’s gone into the kitchen in the middle of the night and wrapped both of his knees with flexible ice packs.

Blake’s body is beat to hell from hockey.

So he must be exhausted to have just fallen asleep here.

Even cuddled against me, he has sprawled his legs out and taken over the majority of the bed.

Overcome by the fact that he rushed over here to make sure I was okay tonight, I watch him sleep, his hair a tangled mess. He needs better conditioner. Or to stop raking it back and dumping water on it repeatedly during games.

Simon and Aidan must have moved to the couch to try to sleep.

Which has to be virtually impossible for two grown men to do, spooning or not.

Easing out of bed, I pull on a T-shirt that’s laying on the floor. I realize it’s Aidan’s. I can smell his cologne and it goes nearly to my knees.

As I pad down the hallway, I hear low voices.

I realize they’re having sex.

Hey, now.

I grin to myself in the dark, pausing to watch them.

Aidan is on Simon on the couch, moving rhythmically as they give mutual low moans of pleasure.

God, they’re cute together.

I feel a little bit of matchmaker smugness. They would have never met if it wasn’t for my careless placement of a kitchen towel and I knew the minute they laid eyes on each other, there were sparks flying between them.

It’s sexy as hell to watch them having sex.

But I should let them know I’m here.

I don’t think they’d mind an audience, but I should let them know they have one.

I open my mouth to ask, “Want a third?” but before I can get the words out, Aidan shocks me by gazing intently down at Simon.

“I love you, Simon,” he says.

It’s earnest, emphatic, clear as day.

“I love you too,” Simon murmurs. “God, so much, Aidan.”

I’m shocked, frozen in the hallway.

I’m scared to move, because I’ve just overheard what was clearly meant to be a personal moment between the two of them, and I feel terrible that I’m eavesdropping.

But I’m also shocked that they’re in love .

I thought we were all having a great time.

But not an “in love” kind of time.

Am I thrilled for them?

Absolutely.

But I can’t help but think that neither one of them has told me they’re in love with me.

It drives home that I’m an extra in their relationship. They care about me, of course. The sex is amazing. They take care of me in so many different ways.

But I’m not necessary to their happiness.

They’ve found that with each other.

Carefully, I take a couple steps back and hit a hard plane.

“Oof!” I say, before spinning around to face Blake, huge and naked.

He puts a hand up to his lips and tugs me back into the safety of the bedroom.

“I don’t think they saw us,” he murmurs. “Come back to bed.”

I can’t tell if he heard their expressions of love or not because the room is dark and his tone sounds even, but I’m too confused to ask him.

I’m not sure how I feel or how I’m supposed to feel.

Blake sits down on the bed with a deep sigh. “Come here.”

He holds his hand out to me and I step between his legs gratefully.

He raises Aidan’s shirt and presses a kiss on my stomach, of all places.

Then he hugs me around the waist, peppering kisses over my breasts.

I sigh and lean into him.

When he pulls me onto the bed and opens my thighs, I’m grateful for the dark.

Because even though I’m happy for Simon and Aidan to have found each other, and Blake to be getting his dream retirement, I’m sad for me.

Where does all of this leave me?

Alone.

That’s where.

I hold on to Blake with both hands, achingly aware this is all ending soon.