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A shiver racks my body as Leo taps the head of his cock against my pussy. He holds it in his hand, inching just the tip into my pussy with muttered profanities. “Christ, you’re so tight.” He shakes his head like he’s unsure.
“Don’t you want it?” I moan. I don’t know what’s taken hold of me, but I want what I was promised. I want them inside of me. I want to be so full of them that I can’t breathe. One isn’t enough when I want all three of them so badly.
Leo runs a hand over his face. “Baby, you can’t possibly know how much.” He doesn’t stop this time. The thick head presses against me, and he keeps sinking. Inch by perfect inch.
I can’t breathe. It’s all pleasure and pressure, and when he starts to rock his hips, I feel it everywhere. Mallon groans, powering up into me from below, his hands clutching my hips like I’m his life raft.
“Thorin,” I gasp. “I want you.” He lets out a guttural growl, and gets to his feet, standing over me on the bed. He feeds me his cock, fisting my hair to move my mouth along his shaft.
“Fuck,” Mal grits out. “Fuck, I’m not going to last. She’s so fucking tight.” Leo grunts in agreement, but neither of them stops. I look up at Thorin as he fucks my face. He glowers down at me, that serious expression locked in place, but the way he bites his lip and scrunches up his eyes make it pretty clear he’s just trying to maintain control.
Leo and Mal move in and out of me, setting off sparks in my vision. I’m going to disintegrate or melt or come apart at the seams. It’s all too much and exactly what I need. The sweat, the grunting, the hands.
“Oh, God. Oh, Bree. You’re perfect… you’re doing so good… fuck, you’re going to make me lose it. Come for us. I want to feel you clench that tight little ass around my dick. I want you to scream for me.”
Mal’s words push me past the breaking point. It’s hard and fast. Brutal and breathtakingly beautiful. The mind-numbing pleasure of it rolls over me with all the subtlety of a freight train. My body coils in on itself, imploding as Leo roars his release.
Under me, Mal groans, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of bruising as he comes. Something hot and wet splatters across my breasts, and when I can finally look up, Thorin is still standing over me, dick in hand as he leans his forearm against the wall, trying to catch his breath.
Shaking, he sinks to his knees, kissing me deeply. He rubs his cum into my skin and he makes a gravelly rumble in the back of his throat. Leo pulls back gently, helping me off of Mal.
I can barely stand my legs are trembling so badly, so he puts me back on the bed. Thorin unties my hands and pulls me against his chest. I’m sticky and sore and probably a step beyond hot mess, but I don’t care.
Mal disappears for a second, reappearing with a handful of damp washcloths. Leo lays by my legs, rubbing my calves. Thorin strokes my hair. And Mallon, grumpy, gruff Mallon, takes one of those washcloths and starts at my forehead.
He cleans my face, wiping away any traces of my running mascara. He strokes my neck, cleaning the sweat from my skin. Thorin scowls when Mal cleans my chest but doesn’t argue. My body floats, anchored only by their touches.
I close my eyes as Mal gets a clean towel and trails down my stomach. By the time he reaches my sex, I’m too relaxed to feel weird about it. That, and I know there’s no point in arguing. Another towel works down my thighs, smoothing over the rope marks.
I should ask them to take a picture.That’s my last thought before the world slips away, replaced with dreams of three big men.
* * *
I wake, expecting warm bodies, but I’m all alone in a bed that looks big enough to be two king size mattresses Frankensteined together. I sit up, groggy and sore, but still in complete bliss. Morning light filters through gauzy white curtains and I can smell coffee.
I pick up one of the dress shirts from the floor, buttoning it around me. I’m not sure who’s it is, but they won’t mind. As I open the bedroom door, the blissful feeling sinks. Thorin, Mal, and Leo are all out of sight, but I can hear tense whispering.
“… She’ll panic. You can’t just say that out loud.”
“Well what else are we supposed to say? I don’t think any of us can pretend…”
Pretend what? My heart sinks, my skin going icy as I creep down the hall. Their voices grow clearer, but my anxiety doesn’t abate.
“So, you just want to lie?”
“It’s not a lie, I just don’t want her to run screaming for the hills.”
Whatever it is they’re talking about, I think maybe I should be included in the discussion. “It sounds like you’re underestimating her again,” I say, stepping out into the living area.
The three of them are huddled around a coffee table. When they see me, they all sit up straight looking guilty as hell. Three sets of eyes roam over me, but they don’t speak.
I plop into a free armchair. “Don’t let me keep you from your chat.”
True to form, Thorin speaks first. “Mal doesn’t think you can handle it.”
Mallon rakes a hand through his hair. “That is not what I said. I just said it’s…”
“Too soon,” Thorin finishes for him.
