COME ON MY COCK

Chapter 7

Cassian’s hands tightened on my hips.

He looked at me for a long second, then at the other two. Something silent passed between them. Julian’s hand slowed on the back of my neck. Rhys stepped closer until I could feel the heat of his body behind the couch.

“Up,” Cassian said quietly.

I lifted off his lap. My legs were shaky. The cool air hit the wet mess between my thighs and I shivered. Cassian stood, still fully dressed, and guided me until the backs of my knees hit the couch. He sat down again and pulled me forward so I was standing between his spread legs.

He unbuckled his belt slowly. The sound of the leather and the zipper felt louder than it should have in the quiet living room. He pushed his pants and boxers down just enough. His cock sprang free — thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. I’d felt it under me earlier, but seeing it made my stomach flip.

Julian moved to the side of the couch. Rhys stayed behind me, hands settling on my waist.

Cassian looked up at me. His voice was calm, almost soft.

“Come here.”

I climbed onto his lap again, this time facing him properly. He gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the head through my soaked folds, coating himself. Every pass over my clit made me twitch. I was so wet it was embarrassing. The sound was filthy.

He didn’t rush. He lined himself up and started pushing in.

The stretch burned. He was bigger than I expected, thick enough that my body had to work to take him. I gasped and dug my fingers into his shoulders. He kept going, slow and steady, until he was buried all the way inside me. I could feel every inch. My walls clenched around him hard.

“Fuck,” Rhys muttered behind me.

Cassian held still, letting me adjust. His hands gripped my ass, keeping me seated on him. I was breathing too fast. The fullness was overwhelming. I could feel my pulse around his cock.

“Move,” he said.

I started rocking. Slow at first. Every slide made the stretch easier and the pleasure sharper. Cassian let me set the pace for a few moments, then took over. He lifted me slightly and thrust up into me in deep, controlled strokes. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room.

Julian reached between us and rubbed my clit with two fingers while Cassian fucked me. The double sensation made my thighs shake. Rhys leaned down and bit the side of my neck, then soothed it with his tongue.

“Look at you,” Julian said, voice rough. “Taking him so well already.”

I couldn’t answer. Every thrust knocked little sounds out of me. Cassian’s cock dragged against that spot inside me over and over. I was already close again. It felt inevitable.

Cassian’s grip tightened. He started fucking me harder, deeper, the calm control slipping just enough to show how much he’d been holding back. My nails scraped his shoulders. The wet sounds got louder. I could feel how soaked I was, how easily he was sliding in and out of me now.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered.

The command hit me the same way it had in the car. My body locked up. The orgasm tore through me hard enough that I cried out, clenching around him in tight, pulsing waves. He kept thrusting through it, dragging it out until I was shaking and oversensitive.

He didn’t stop.

He flipped us so my back hit the couch cushions. He stayed buried inside me the whole time. Then he hooked my legs higher and started fucking me properly — deeper, rougher, the way I’d been fantasizing about for years. The couch creaked under us. Julian moved closer and guided my hand back to his cock. I stroked him automatically while Cassian drove into me.

Rhys watched for a while, then leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. The combination of Cassian’s cock, Julian’s thickness in my hand, and Rhys’s mouth was too much. Another orgasm started building almost immediately.

Cassian noticed. He angled his hips and hit that spot again and again until I broke for the second time on his cock, louder this time, thighs clamped around his waist.

He finally slowed, still buried deep, breathing harder than usual. He looked down at me, eyes dark.

“Julian’s turn.”

He pulled out slowly. I felt empty and dripping. Julian didn’t waste time. He took Cassian’s place between my legs, lined up, and pushed in with one long thrust. He was slightly different — a little thicker maybe, or just the angle — but the stretch still made me moan.

Julian fucked me harder from the start. He held my thighs open and watched where he disappeared into me. Rhys moved to the side and fed his cock into my hand so I was stroking him now. Cassian stayed close, one hand on my breast, thumb brushing my nipple while he watched Julian take me.

“That’s it, princess,” Julian said, voice strained. “Take it. We’ve been waiting so fucking long.”

Every thrust pushed broken sounds out of me. I was so wet the couch under me was a mess. My body felt used and open and still desperate for more. When Julian reached down and rubbed my clit again, I came a third time, weaker but still intense, clenching around him while he kept moving.

He lasted longer than I expected. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and held still, pulsing inside me. The feeling of him finishing made another small aftershock roll through me.

He pulled out carefully. I felt the mix of us leak out onto my thighs.

Rhys was still hard in my hand. He looked at Cassian, then at me. His voice was rough when he spoke.

“My turn.”

He didn’t put me on my back. He pulled me up, turned me around, and bent me over the arm of the couch. I barely had time to brace myself before he pushed inside. He was the thickest of the three, or maybe it just felt that way after already taking the other two. The stretch burned again. I moaned into the cushion.

Rhys fucked me slow and deep at first, like he was learning the feel of me. Then he picked up the pace, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. Cassian and Julian watched. One of them reached under me and rubbed my clit while Rhys used me. I was so oversensitive it almost hurt, but the pleasure still built.

I came one more time with Rhys buried deep, body shaking, voice gone hoarse. He followed soon after, groaning low as he finished inside me.

When he pulled out, I collapsed forward onto the couch, completely spent. My legs wouldn’t hold me. I could feel everything they’d left dripping out of me. The living room smelled like sex. My whole body pulsed.

Cassian sat down beside me and brushed damp hair out of my face. His voice was quieter now, but still firm.

“You’re not sleeping alone tonight.”

I nodded, too exhausted to speak.

Julian brought a glass of water. Rhys disappeared for a moment and came back with a warm cloth. They cleaned me up with a strange gentleness that didn’t match how roughly they’d just used me. Then Cassian picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me toward the stairs.

I rested my head against his chest, still throbbing between my legs, marked by all three of them, and for the first time in years the house felt like it belonged to something else entirely.

Something I was never supposed to want.

Something I already knew I wasn’t going to give up.