Chapter 2.

Darcelle's POV:

Why have one man when you can have three?

That’s the only thought in my head as Noah’s grip tightens, Steve’s mouth worships my thighs, and Josh’s teeth scrape my shoulder, each of them silently fighting to erase Christopher from my body, my mind, my skin.

I arched between them, silk already half shredded, the backless dress now nothing more than ruined ribbons clinging to my waist. Noah’s mouth found mine again, devouring, tongue claiming every sound I tried to keep quiet. He tasted like whiskey and when he bit my lower lip hard enough to sting, I moaned loud enough that Steve laughed darkly against my thigh.

“Still so fucking responsive,” Steve murmured, voice vibrating straight through my clit. He finally hooked two fingers into the soaked black lace and yanked the thong aside, exposing me completely. No preamble, no teasing.

He buried his face between my legs like a man starved, tongue flat and relentless, lapping from entrance to clit in long, filthy strokes. My knees buckled. Noah caught me, one arm banded around my waist, the other hand fisting my hair to keep my mouth on his.

Josh wasn’t patient enough to wait his turn.

He stepped behind me fully now, chest pressed to my back, thick erection grinding against the curve of my ass through his trousers. One scarred hand wrapped around my throat, not choking, just owning while the other slid down to join Steve’s mouth.

Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling immediately against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, still so tight,” Josh growled against my ear.

The praise hit harder than it should have. My hips jerked forward into Steve’s tongue, back onto Josh’s fingers, caught perfectly in the middle. Noah broke the kiss just long enough to rasp against my lips.

“Tell us what you want, Darcie. Use your words or we’ll decide for you and you know how mean we can get when you make us choose.”

My laugh came out breathless, broken. “I want everything. All of you. At once. No holding back.”

Noah’s eyes darkened to black. “Done.”

He moved first ripping what remained of the dress clean off, buttons popping, silk tearing like paper. Naked except for the garters, heels, and the black lace thong now bunched uselessly to one side, I felt their eyes devour every inch. No one spoke for a heartbeat. Just the sound of belts unbuckling, zippers dropping, fabric hitting the floor.

Steve rose, mouth glistening, and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue while he stroked his cock slowly, thick and already leaking. Emmanuel turned me so my back was to the leather couch, then sat and pulled me down onto his lap in one smooth motion. His cock long, heavy, veined nudged at my entrance but didn’t push in yet. Instead he spread me open with both hands, displaying me to the other two.

“Look at this perfect cunt,” he said, almost reverent. “Dripping for her kings.”

Noah stepped between my spread thighs, fisting his length, girthier than I remembered and slapped it once, twice against my clit. The wet smack made me jolt.

“Eyes on me, baby,” Noah ordered. When I obeyed, he sank in one brutal, glorious thrust, stretching me open around him until I cried out.

Josh’s cock was still teasing my ass, the blunt head slick with lube someone had produced from somewhere, probably Steve’s jacket.

Steve moved behind the couch, leaning over so his cock brushed my lips. “Open, goddess. Let me fuck that pretty throat while they ruin the rest of you.”

I did. Willingly. Greedily.

The moment my lips closed around him, Josh pushed in. Slow at first, letting me adjust to the impossible fullness of both of them inside me at once. The stretch burned so good I whimpered around Steve’s length. Noah started moving deep, punishing strokes that dragged against every nerve while Josh matched him from behind, slower but harder, like he was trying to imprint himself into my bones.

Steve’s hand cradled the back of my head, guiding without forcing, letting me take him deeper each time I moaned. “That’s it. Good girl. Take all of us.”

I did.

Every thrust, every bite, every growled praise stripped another layer of Christopher away until there was nothing left but heat, stretch, fullness, worship.

Noah came first, growling my name like a curse as he flooded me, hips stuttering, cock pulsing so deep I felt it in my stomach. The moment he pulled out, Steve took his place sliding into the slick mess Noah left behind, fucking me through the aftershocks while Josh kept that relentless rhythm in my ass.

Pleasure I'd starved for crashed through me, reducing me to a whimpering, senseless wreck.

When Josh finally let go, it was with a guttural sound that vibrated through my back, filling me so completely I sobbed around Steve’s cock. That tipped Steve over, his hips jerked, spilling down my throat while he chanted broken praise into my hair.

We stayed locked together for long seconds, panting, slick with sweat and each other.

Then Noah, still half hard, lifted me gently off Emmanuel and carried me to the plush bed. He laid me down like I was something precious and breakable, even though we’d just proven I wasn’t.

Steve knelt between my legs again, softer this time, licking me clean with slow, reverent strokes while Emmanuel stroked my hair and Noah kissed my temple.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

Steve lifted his head just long enough to grin.

“My phone buzzed again on the table. Christopher. Again.

I reached over, thumbed it silent without looking, then dropped it face down.

“Why have one man,” I whispered, pulling them closer, “when you can have three?”

They answered by kissing every inch of skin they could reach.

And for the first time in five years I felt like the one in control.