LOGINHe kneels between my thighs and looks at me like he's deciding where to start and he has genuinely all night."The vibrator," he says."What about it?"He picks it up off the nightstand and turns it on low and looks at me."I want to watch you use it," he says, "while my mouth is on you."My pussy clenches visibly. He sees it and his jaw tightens."Kade..." "Take it." He puts it in my hand and spreads my thighs wider and settles between them and looks up at me. "Put it where you want it. I'll do the rest."I press the vibrator against my clit.He lowers his head and licks through my folds slowly from bottom to top, avoiding the vibrator, tasting everything around it, and I grab his hair with my free hand and hold on while the toy buzzes against my clit and his tongue pushes inside me and fucks in deep and slow."Oh God," I gasp. "Oh my God, that's... both at once..."He hums against me and works his tongue deeper and curls it and I turn the vibrator up a notch and the combined sensat
Arc 15: CaughtI thought he was out.His keys weren't on the hook. His shoes weren't at the door. His jacket wasn't on the chair. Every single signal said Kade is not home and so I spread out on my bed at seven PM on a Saturday with my vibrator and my headphones and my very specific imagination and I took my time.The vibrator is rose gold and whisper quiet and I've had it for eight months and I know exactly what it does and how and in what order and I was twenty minutes in, headphones in, eyes closed, hips rolling slowly against it, my other hand working my nipple under my shirt, completely and utterly gone in my own world when I felt it.That prickling thing.The feeling of being watched.I open my eyes.Kade is in the doorway.Not moving. Not speaking. His keys are in his hand, clearly just got home, jacket still on, and he's looking at me the way you look at something that stops you mid-step and rewires something fundamental in your brain.I should pull the vibrator away.I should
Joel pulls me off the table and carries me to the bedroom because my legs have stopped being reliable and I wrap my arms around his neck and he lays me on the bed and I stretch out across it like I own it, which tonight I absolutely do.All three of them stand at the foot of the bed.Looking at me.Bare and wrecked and soaked and wanting more."What do you want?" Marcus asks."All of you," I say. "At once. All three."A beat of silence.Then Dante exhales. "Yeah."Joel moves first. He gets on the bed and lies on his back and pulls me over him and positions me and I sink down onto his cock facing away, reverse cowgirl, my back down to his chest, and he grips my hips and I feel him deep and full inside me and I roll my hips and he hisses.Marcus kneels between Joel's spread legs, between my thighs, and runs his oiled palm over his cock slowly while looking at me stretched open around Joel."Still okay?" he asks."Yes," I breathe. "Please, Marcus..."He lines up alongside Joel's cock and
Joel is built like something designed specifically to ruin women's composure.He's the quietest of the three and somehow that makes him the most dangerous. He undresses efficiently and completely and stands there and lets me look and I look at all three of them, Dante still on his knees, Marcus behind me, Joel standing in the middle of the room, and something wild and electric moves through me.Three men. All mine. All tonight."Come here," I say to Joel.He comes.He sits on the coffee table in front of me and I lean forward off the couch and wrap my hand around his cock and he sucks in a slow breath through his nose. He's thick and heavy and already fully hard and I stroke him a few times and his jaw tightens."Good girl," he says quietly.I take him in my mouth.He exhales long and slow and his hand slides into my hair and holds, not pushing, just present, and I work him deep and thorough while behind me Marcus positions himself between my thighs and pushes inside me in one long st
Arc 14: Full HouseDante's hand is already inside my dress when Marcus walks in.Not surprised. Not stopping. Marcus closes the apartment door behind him, loosens his tie, and looks at us on the couch with dark eyes and says: "You started without me.""You were late," I reply breathlessly.Dante's fingers curl inside me and my sentence dissolves.This was planned. I want to be clear about that. Three men, one night, my idea entirely, discussed and agreed and anticipated for two weeks and now it's Friday and Dante arrived first and didn't wait and I didn't ask him to.Marcus crosses the room and sits on the couch arm above me and tips my face up and kisses me deep and I moan into his mouth while Dante works two fingers in and out of my soaking pussy and pulls my dress strap down with his other hand and exposes my breast and ducks his head and pulls my nipple into his mouth.I am receiving pleasure from two directions simultaneously and the third hasn't even stepped in and taken his jac
Arc 13: Soaking WetHis apartment is three streets away.Small and warm and lived-in... books stacked on shelves, a record player in the corner, and he brings me a towel and a shirt without being asked and points me toward the bathroom."Take your time," he says.I go and I stand under his hot shower and wash the rain and the bar and the ex's smile off my skin and feel like a person again.I come out in his shirt.It hits mid-thigh. Nothing underneath.He's in the kitchen making tea in just joggers hanging low on his hips and bare feet and he looks up when I come in and his eyes travel down the shirt and come back up and he sets the kettle down and says nothing and crosses the kitchen and cups my face in both hands and kisses me slow and warm.No urgency this time.Just certainty."Tea," I say against his mouth."In a minute," he replies.He walks me backward through the apartment and into his bedroom and it's dark except for the streetlight coming through the curtains and he lays me







