As Roman went to his chair in the corner of the room, I took Lake’s hand, slowly leading him to the bed. Before we did anything, I said again, “Are you sure you want to do this?” Consent was basically everything; Roman and Carter always had mine, even if it wasn’t explicit. I liked being used and had every which way, but Lake wasn’t like that, and he never would be.
Lake glanced over his shoulder, staring right at Roman, who now sat in his chair with his legs crossed. He took his time in locking eyes with me, the opposite of eager. “I… no, I’m not sure, but I want to try.”
I ran a hand down his face, giving him a soft smile. “Just keep your eyes on me, then.” I positioned Lake near the bed, my hands starting to take off his clothes. I helped him out of his shirt first, dragging my fingernails down his chest before latching onto his jeans as he slipped himself out of his shoes. When he was naked, I pushed him down on the bed, not hiding the fact that my gaze ate him up. He wasn’t quite hard yet, but I knew once I was as naked as he was, it wouldn’t be too difficult to get it up.
I made more of a show of taking off my clothes, swaying my hips and undulating my body more than was necessary, both for Roman and for Lake. Lake, to his credit, did keep his eyes on me, and the moment I stood beside the bed, baring it all, I saw his cock start to twitch.
There he was.
Crawling on top of him, I kissed him slowly and sweetly, my lips devouring anything he might’ve said. Lake’s hands were slow to grasp my sides, and with every passing second, I felt the swelling of his cock between us.
I broke off our kiss, licking his freshly-shaven jaw, kissing my way to his neck, nuzzling there for a few moments before going lower. My mouth trailed a line down his chest, over his flat stomach, the place where there would be abs if he had a bit more muscle. I set my hands on his inner thighs, forcing them to spread so I could position myself between his legs, right near his cock, which now stood straight, ready for action.
Lake’s gaze was on me, just as I knew Roman’s was, too. I didn’t have to look at either of them to know it, and I swept my hair to one shoulder before lowering myself to that hard rod. My tongue flicked out, drawing along the tip of his dick and causing him to groan.
It wasn’t long before I took his entire length in my mouth; I’d gotten much better at giving head since meeting Roman and Carter, go figure that one.
If I had anything to bet, I’d say Lake’s eyes had slammed shut the moment I began to bob along his cock, sucking the tip with every movement of my head. I had my back arched, my ass on full display. I hoped I was giving Roman a good show, just as I was giving good head to Lake. Pleasing two men at once; it wasn’t something every girl could claim to be good at.
As I bobbed along, I began to massage his balls, and almost immediately, Lake’s hips began to rock beneath me. I thought about pulling myself off, but I figured if I sucked him off, he’d last doubly as long during sex, and the longer the show, the better it would be for Roman. Really, I was thinking of them both.
The body beneath me rocked with a spasm, and Lake let out a low groan as the orgasm washed over him. Hot, salty cum shot into my throat, and I swallowed him down, every last drop. I was measured in lifting my mouth off his cock, running my tongue along its underside and around its tip before licking my lips and helping Lake to shift his body back, towards the middle of the round bed.
This bed would be rocking soon enough.
I glanced toward Roman, finding that his stare was intense, glazed over, full of lust and hunger. Honestly, just a look from him made the space between my legs heat up, my thighs tighten, my lower stomach twist in knots. What could I say? I guess I got off knowing he was getting off watching. It’d been like that from day one, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
My lips roamed Lake’s body again, kissing their way up him as I crawled, positioning myself over his still-hard length. I ground down, rubbing my slit along his cock, putting pressure between us. Lake’s eyelids cracked open just a bit, just enough to see me, to watch me, and I leaned over his face, my pink hair draping around him as my body did all of the work.
Really, I didn’t mind if he laid there and took it. Roman never let me take charge when I was with him; neither did Carter. Lake was the only one of my guys I could be dominant with, and I planned on milking it.
Er, well, milking him, I guess I should say.
Lake reached for my head, fingers entwining in my hair as he pulled my face down, kissing me. He did not tell me he wanted to stop; his body showed no signs that he was uncomfortable, even if, when we arrived, he’d been literally the most awkward person I’d ever seen. I continued to grind on his cock, eliciting moans straight from his throat into mine.
There was something to be said about being able to bring a man out of his senses, to get him so far out of his own head, away from his own overactive thoughts, that he was nothing but a hungry beast below you, ready to devour whatever it was you decided to give him. I relished the power I had over these men, how their bodies craved mine; it was an addictive drug I never thought I’d know the taste of, and now that I did, I’d never skip a dose.
I broke our lip lock, lifting my hips off his cock; it was rock-hard again, ready to spear me. Reaching down between us, I grabbed his hard shaft and stroked it once, causing Lake to jerk on the bed below me. With a smug smile on my face, I positioned his cock at my entrance, slowly sinking down on it. A content sigh left me as he filled me up.
This. This was where I should always be, with one of them, full of their cock with nothing but pleasure on my mind. This was heaven on earth, no doubt about it.
Roman watched with a serious expression, his dark eyes hardly blinking as he stared. My hips began to rock along Lake, dragging his length in and out of me as I started to bounce along, setting my own pace with my hands flat on his chest. I imagined Roman’s cock was a steel rod in his pants, begging to be let out, to be stroked and touched, licked and sucked. The mere thought was almost enough to make me come, so I let my mind keep wandering as I rode Lake.
I imagined Roman whipping his thick length out, his rough hand pumping up and down it, precum dripping from its tip as he stared daggers at us. He still hated Lake’s involvement with me, but he wanted to watch me unravel more, to watch me lose myself in sensual bliss more.
The moment I picture Roman’s release, I ground harder down on Lake, picking up my pace, panting as I pushed myself and my body, propelling myself to my own orgasm. Hot, searing pleasure exploded within me, my inner walls tightening as my toes and fingers cramped up. A cry left my lips as my head fell back, and for a second, all I could do was revel in the sweet satisfaction, the carnal high that only came with a big O.
Sweat lined my brow, but once the orgasm faded, I picked up the pace, meeting Roman’s stare across the room. He’d leaned forward, almost eager as he observed. Though the lighting was dim, though I couldn’t exactly see, I knew he had a raging boner between his legs.
This was what he liked, and fortunately for me, it’s what I liked, too.
Lake lasted a while, probably because I’d just sucked him off. The taste of his cum was still in my mouth a bit, and I worked hard to bring him to his second release, alternating my pace every now and then to mix things up. His blue eyes were open and on me, his lips parted as he breathed hard. His hands found their way to my hips, and he started to move me how he wanted; I let him, figuring he’d help lead me.
His back arched below me, and suddenly his hips jerked. The body underneath me tensed, his eyebrows coming together and his eyelids slamming shut as he groaned, filling my body with his cum. The groan that escaped him was earth-shattering, the trembling of his body under me something I’d never forget.
I watched him come, and even when he was done, I remained straddling him, his dick still buried deep within me. I whipped my head around, meeting Roman’s stare. That man looked like he wanted to eat me, and I squirmed on Lake’s cock, unable to help it.
Forget the old Zoey
. The new Zoey was here to stay, and she had three men to keep her occupied.
Chapter Twenty-One – Roman
Epilogue
Zoey was something else when in the act. No longer her normal obstinate self, no longer radiating the defiance she usually held; she was a terrible beauty, an animal with pink hair and tattoos.
My eyes remained on her the whole time, though I did see Lake more than I wanted to since he was entangled with her on the bed. I’d come to the conclusion Lake and I were just too different; we would never truly get along or see eye to eye when it came to anything other than Zoey herself.
But that was fine. Lake wasn’t for me. He was for Zoey, and she seemed to be putting him to good use.
She currently straddled him, her chest rising and falling in the dim light, her eyes on me, expectant, watching me for my reaction. Zoey had to know what I felt, how badly I wanted to rip her off Lake and have her to myself. Sometimes I was okay with watching, other times I wanted to finish with that mouth wrapped around my cock or her tight cunt.
That, or I wanted to invite Carter in here and let the man do what he so desperately wanted to do. Carter always wanted to fuck her, and I couldn’t blame him for that. She was the most addictive thing I’d ever encountered in my life, and having her be mine was not something I would trade for anything.
I got up, strolling over to the bed, ignoring the tightness of my pants near my crotch due to the aching cock nestled inside. Zoey’s gaze fell to the bulge, and she licked her lips, hungry for it. Though Lake looked uncomfortable at my sudden closeness, I didn’t let that stop me from sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for her face, running the backs of my fingertips along her cheek.
Her skin was on fire, the heat seeping through her flesh and into mine. The blueness of her eyes seemed darker in the room, her pupils dilated in desire and sheer, utter lust. She still had Lake’s cock inside her, but if I had my way, it would not be the only one going inside her tonight.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, my fingers trailing along her chin now, my thumb grazing her bottom lip. “If I invite Carter in here, would the boy under you object?”
Lake’s head had turned away from me; he refused to look at me, though he did mutter, “I like to think I’m a man, you know?”
I turned my stare to him, unimpressed as my hand fell away from Zoey’s chin.
She bent over Lake, her body pressing against his chest as she whispered into his ear, “Well? Do you want to call it a night, or do you want to keep going?” She’d crawled so far up his chest that his cock slipped out of her, and I glanced toward it, finding it glistened with the juices of their fucking.
“Honestly,” Lake whispered, “I’m not sure how much longer I can go… what do you want to do?” He should’ve known the answer to that; he shouldn’t even have asked that silly, pointless question. Of course, Zoey wanted to go on. Her body liked being used… if she was not sore between the legs the next day, it was not a full enough night of fucking.
“I want to stay,” Zoey spoke, kissing his cheek, “but if you want to go, we can go.”
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head a bit. Such tenderness, such caring… it really was disgusting. I did not understand how she could like him and Carter and me at the same time; we were fundamentally different, down to our beliefs.
Lake was quiet for a moment, and I imagined him weighing the pros and cons of this. If he stayed, he would undoubtedly see and hear someone else fucking her—that was a far cry different than letting me watch their union. Would he get jealous? Would he never look at her the same way? However, I could imagine he also knew Zoey wanted to stay, so could he suck it up for her, do this one thing for her?
“I guess,” he started, “I guess we can stay…” He didn’t sound too sure, but I wasn’t about to weep over him and beg him for the truth.
No, instead I got off the bed, my cock still straining against my trousers, and headed to the door. I flung it open, spotting Carter leaning against the opposite hall wall, having already taken their coats somewhere else.
Carter snapped to attention the moment I appeared, his back straight and his green eyes sparkling. He said nothing, though I knew he hoped. If anything was dangerous, it was that thing named hope… but in this case, his hope was well-placed.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked, and as I spoke the question, his lips curled into a smirk and he pushed off the wall. Within the next moment, he stormed past me, heading into the dark room and instantly spotting Zoey and Lake on the bed, lying beside each other. I closed the door once we were all in, thereby shutting out any extra light.
Zoey propped herself up when Carter appeared beside the bed, running a hand through her hair, unabashed as both Carter and I ate her naked body up. Lake, on the other hand, kept his eyes averted, as if he could not believe he was about to do this.
I returned to my chair, leaning back as I watched the scene on the bed unfold.
“Well,” Carter spoke, practically growling out the word, “need a bit rougher of a fucking, Zoey?” As he spoke, he began to shed his shirt, button by button undoing it until he tore the entire thing off, baring his chest. Wide and muscled, he reached for his belt next, but Zoey stopped him by crawling to the edge of the bed and helping him out of it.
Even though I was not right beside them, I could hear the harsh breath that came from Carter’s chest. I knew how badly he wanted to tear into her, to fuck her into oblivion and make her lose all sense of self.
It would happen soon enough.
The moment Zoey had finished helping Carter out of his clothes, he practically pinned her to the bed, less than a foot away from Lake, hands roaming all along her, pinching her nipples, touching her between her legs, feeling how wet she was from her time with Lake. The breathy sighs that escaped Zoey’s lips made me wish I was on that bed with them, too.
Carter’s cock was thick and hard the moment she’d helped him out of his pants; I didn’t doubt he had been standing in that hallway, thinking about it, imagining her on her knees before him or in some similar position.
The scene I watched unfold before me was the most erotic, hot as fuck thing I think I’d ever seen.
Carter had flipped Zoey onto her stomach, pulling her back by her hips, forcing her ass in the air, making her keep herself up on her hands and knees. He pushed into her from behind, his body groaning as he filled her up in one thrust of his hips. Carter was an animal when he took her, bruising her sides as he jerked into her again and again.
For the first few moments of the fucking, Lake lay there, not watching, but Carter rectified that soon enough. He stopped his thrusting, bending over Zoey’s back, grabbing her by the throat and using his other arm to help move her, he literally picked her up and repositioned her near Lake’s cock, all while never having his own dick slip out of her. A talent, truly.
With a grunt, Carter released his hold on her, though not for long. The hand that had curled around her neck went to the back of her head, and he lowered it to Lake’s cock, wordlessly telling her exactly what she should be doing as he took her from behind.
Carter might hate Lake as much as I did, but when it came to sex, Carter was no gatekeeper, not picky in the least. He wanted Zoey to be put to good use, to have every hole on that body used up.
Lake turned his head, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, but the moment Zoey took his cock into her mouth again, his head lolled back and he kept quiet, save for the occasional moan that left his throat.
How vanilla their sex life must be, if two orgasms had knocked him out like this already.
Zoey sucked him off while Carter took her from the back, not seeming to care at all that Lake’s cock was still coated in her own juices. It was a mess of limbs on the bed, a portrait of bodies all mashed together, hot and sweaty and groaning, and I could not get enough as I observed it all.
Time ceased to matter. I couldn’t count how many times Carter came, how many different positions he took w
ith her—and thereby Lake. All I knew was that, eventually, the need to come was too strong for me, so I broke my silence, saying, “Zoey. Come here.”
Carter’s dick was currently slapping her in the face while Lake was embracing her from behind—he got used to the threesome quite quickly, once he overcame his reservations about it—and though it was the last thing either of them wanted to do, they both pulled themselves off her, which allowed the girl to crawl off the bed and come to me.
She stood before me, as beautiful and as tempting as ever, her pink hair slick with sweat. I leaned forward, running a finger along the space between her legs, catching the wetness there. Her natural juices, combined with cum from both Lake and Carter. Zoey let out a short gasp when I traced her slit, bringing the fingers out and offering them to her, just over my lap.
Her eyes met with mine, and she knew what she had to do. Zoey sunk to her knees before me, her hands touching my legs as she parted her lips. I shoved both fingers into her mouth, feeling her tongue glide over them, picking up everything that I’d collected.
When my fingers were clean, I pulled them from her mouth, working on unbuttoning my suit jacket and undoing my belt. Soon enough my cock was free, and it ached with the need for its release. Watching her for so long, depriving myself of my own orgasm as she lost herself in the act with both Carter and Lake… it was akin to torture. Pure, sweet, horrible torture.
Zoey’s head lowered, her mouth taking me in, and I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure sweeping through me the mere moment her tongue touched my cock. Her mouth was warm, and she knew just how to suck to bring it out of me. I set a hand on the back of her head, fingers clenching in her hair. I chose the pace she took on my dick.
It was all too easy to lose myself in her, and I genuinely hoped that would never change. Not with any amount of time. I didn’t know what it was about her during that first meeting of ours, but I’d known right then: I had to have her. I had to own her in every way possible.
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