Lilac

by Reid, B. B.

  I was so happy Griff made me pack my results even though I swore I had no intention of getting laid on this tour.

  Or ever again.

  I wasn’t sure why I even bothered with birth control or getting tested at all. Not doing so just seemed irresponsible despite my nonexistent sex life. Clearly, I was right since here I was. Unexpectedly.

  Simultaneously and without much hesitation, Houston and Rich tossed the condoms.

  I already knew the three of them were clean since they’d showed me their results a few days after I agreed to be theirs. I just wasn’t sure at the time that I was ready to take that next step, so I didn’t do anything with the information.

  “We trust you,” Rich whispered as Houston reached for the lube. “Now, come here.”

  Kissing me again, he lifted my leg while turning me onto my side so he could spoon me from behind. As soon as I felt his cock prodding my entrance, he slowly pushed inside, letting me feel every inch, and he didn’t stop until he was fully seated.

  “Have I ever told you how tight and perfect your pussy feels?” he asked me as he leisurely moved inside of me. Whimpering like a wounded animal, I shook my head as I looked at him over my shoulder. Jericho filled me up so thoroughly that I was incapable of words. “No one feels like you, Braxton. No one.” Speeding up his pace, I cried out when he hit a spot deep inside of me.

  And he hit it again and again with perfect aim.

  His hips slammed against my ass while he kept me spread for him with his hand around my thigh and my leg in the air.

  He never removed his gaze from mine.

  Never once gave away their true intentions.

  Not until I came for the third time that night, and he abruptly flipped onto his back, taking me with him.

  My body was limp as I now laid with my back on his chest. Eyes closed, I was still fighting to catch my breath when Jericho curved his hands around the back of my thighs, lifted my legs, and spread me open.

  It was instinct that persuaded me to open my eyes.

  I wasn’t prepared for the look in Houston’s as he stroked his lubed cock while watching Jericho thrust lazily in and out of me from below. Because it was then that I realized what they meant when they said the two of them would fuck me together.

  Houston was suddenly there, his left hand planted by my head and leaning over me as if he’d sensed my apprehension.

  I let him kiss me.

  I let his fingers when he brought them to my stuffed cunt push inside.

  I let him prepare to fill me up too.

  “Do you like that?” he whispered as he used his fingers, and Jericho used his cock to stretch me. It shouldn’t have been possible, and it shouldn’t have felt so damn good. Each time I thought I’d reached my sexual limits, the three of them pushed me further.

  “Yes.”

  “Yeah?” Houston added a third finger, and my eyes threatened to roll back inside my head. “You want more?”

  “Please.”

  He pulled his fingers free and quickly locked his lips with mine. He was still kissing me when I felt his cock at my entrance. Jericho must have felt him too because he stopped moving.

  It was only then that I realized the full implication of their cocks being inside of me at the same time.

  There would be no barrier to separate them.

  No waiting their turn.

  It would just be me…and them.

  Before Houston could even begin to push inside of me, I was coming again from the anticipation alone. Jericho groaned like he was being tortured at the feel of my walls tightening around him, making Houston chuckle when he realized what was happening.

  “I’m starting to think we’re going to wear your little pussy out before we’re even done with her,” he teased.

  Still panting from coming again, I couldn’t speak, so I nodded. Me too.

  The moment he pressed forward, my stomach muscles contracted, and I tensed when my vagina immediately began to reject him.

  It hurt.

  The pressure from taking them both was extraordinary.

  Neither of them were small, so “tight fit” would be the understatement of the century. However, with one look in Houston’s eyes and hearing the desperate sounds Rich made, I knew.

  I’ll give them whatever pain they required for their pleasure.

  Completely submitting myself to them, I rested my head on Rich’s shoulder and turned my face inside the crook of his neck. He smelled so damn good.

  It took forever for Houston to get the crown of his cock inside of me, and by then, tears streamed down my face because I wanted them to stop and to keep going all at once. I protested despite my submission, and Houston attempted to soothe me with promises that it would feel good soon.

  I didn’t want to believe him but…I do.

  Reaching behind me, I slipped my fingers through Jericho’s black hair. I need something to hold on to, an anchor to keep myself tethered to reality. His eyes are closed, and he’s completely still, lost to the feeling of his best friend’s cock rubbing against his own.

  It was a taboo line my gut told me the two of them had never crossed before.

  I never imagined when I joined Bound that I’d ever be this tightly entangled. Through the unlikely event we would ever meet, the mistrust, the hatred, the mockery, and the scorn…we still found our way here.

  Together.

  Addicted.

  Irrevocable.

  One.

  Houston released a strangle grunt when he was finally balls deep and lodged inside of me. Breathing hard, he held himself there as he strained not to come and end this too soon.

  “Okay?” Rich asked me.

  In his voice, I could hear that it had taken all of his energy to form those two syllables.

  “I-I don’t know if I can do this,” I told him honestly. It was hard just to breath. “I feel so full.”

  Jericho wordlessly lifted his head and began kissing my lips. “He’s going to move now,” he warned me as his hand caressed my thighs. “It’s going to feel like you can’t handle it, but you’re going to take it anyway, aren’t you?”

  Deciding I liked this forceful side of Jericho as much as the sweet side, I eagerly nodded. “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” After kissing me once more, he dropped his head back on the bed and at an angle that told me how good this all felt.

  The moment he did, Houston pulled back only to shove his hips against mine. I could feel their cocks sliding together inside my pussy when he did it again and kept going.

  He began pounding me.

  With a single-minded intent, he gave and took until the sounds I made became so frantic and wild and irrational that I was outright wailing.

  I was saying unintelligible things. I apologized for wrongdoings I hadn’t committed yet and made promises I don’t know if I would ever be able to keep. I would give Houston anything just to make him understand how mindless he’d driven me.

  He kept going.

  He didn’t stop fucking me as if he’ll die without me.

  I kept my legs spread and my cunt upright as an offering to the immortal rock god.

  My reward was another soul-shattering, back-arching orgasm that made the two of them gasp and moan as I strangle their cocks together, making an impossibly tight fit even tighter.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” Rich barked, and I could feel his dick begin to swell inside me.

  “Come for me,” Houston tells him as he picked up his pace.

  Because the truth was he was fucking his best friend as much as he was fucking me. There were no degrees of separation, with the two of them stuffed together inside my pussy.

  Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the scent of vanilla and berries. As they mixed and combined, the aroma was almost familiar. However, there was an element missing that kept me from identifying the source and finally uncovering the emotion.

  I cried my frustration even as I came again.

  Houston showed his appreci
ation with a hand wrapped around my throat as he lifted my upper body. He hammered my pussy, keeping me in place as he stared down at Rich, who still hadn’t come yet.

  “Fucking give it to me, Noble.”

  I felt Rich grip my hair from behind, arching my neck, and no longer still as he joined in and fucked me from below.

  I’m caught between the two of them as they try to dominate one another.

  Another wave of the berries and vanilla wash over me, and I spread myself wider to let them have their way with me.

  “Shit, baby, I—”

  Rich didn’t get to say more.

  His body stiffened as his grip on my hair tightened.

  Knowing he’d won also sent Houston over the edge, and together, they flooded my pussy with their cum.

  I don’t know how long we stayed there, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room before Houston carefully pulled away before dropping to the far side of the bed.

  Just as gently, Jericho lifted me off him and placed me between them.

  We continued trying to catch our breath for another moment or two before Rich found the strength to leave the bed and the room. He came back five minutes later with a warm cloth that he used to clean me, something I should have grown used to them doing by now but hadn’t.

  Houston disappeared next, and when he returned, he was wearing sweats. Picking me up from the bed, he carried me to the bathroom across the dark hall that was pretty impressive for a guest bath. As I peed, I contemplated a shower before deciding that I was much too sore and exhausted to manage it.

  I’ll do it in the morning.

  When we returned to the bedroom, Rich was wearing shorts and lying in bed, waiting. I immediately snuggled next to him with a smile that he rewarded with his tongue and his lips as Houston got into the bed and pressed into me from behind. As soon as Rich was done, Houston turned me over to face him so that he could have his turn kissing me goodnight while Jericho spooned me from behind.

  Once again, I was wondering where the hell Loren was as berries and vanilla mixed.

  I wouldn’t be able to sleep without him here as well, though neither Houston nor Rich seemed to feel the same.

  Rich was out first, snoring loudly while Houston’s breathing began to slow.

  Soon, I’m left alone with my thoughts and the memory of what took place in this bed until ten minutes later, when I finally heard footsteps. The bedroom door opened, and I watched as Loren made his way over to the bed dressed in nothing but black boxer briefs.

  Stopping at the foot of the bed, he tilted his head as he scanned me, Houston, and finally, Rich, before his eyes narrowed on me. “Tell me they didn’t do what I think they did.”

  Rich, suddenly awake, lifted his head from my shoulder to grumble a response at Loren. “No one told you to take an hour-long shower the first night we bring our girl home, princess.” He then returned his face to my neck while Loren joined us on the bed.

  He didn’t speak again until he was settled on his back next to Houston with his hands clasped behind his head. “You owe me.”

  I didn’t realize he had directed his statement to me until his eyes cut my way in warning when I didn’t immediately agree.

  Of course.

  Rich had already fallen asleep again, and Houston hadn’t stirred.

  Untangling myself from between them, I climbed over Houston to straddle Loren’s waist. His hands immediately found my ass, and then our lips crashed together.

  We kissed like it had been years and we’d crossed an endless ocean, fought bloody battles, and weathered countless storms just to see each other again.

  Once again, my senses tried to convince me that I was running through a meadow, so I greedily and purposely inhaled the clean scent of Loren’s soap. Recalling that he said he preferred it so that it didn’t clash with his cologne, I sighed my unyielding affection.

  That was something my bossy brute and persnickety princess had in common. Houston and Loren were both obsessed with details, though for different reasons.

  I still hadn’t found Rich’s flaw yet.

  Reaching behind me, I wrestled Loren’s cock free of his boxers and began stroking his thick length until his breathing turned heavy, and he was lifting his hips and fucking my fist.

  I didn’t think twice before positioning him at my swollen entrance.

  I was already wet for him.

  “I’ve never met anyone like you, Braxton Fawn.”

  Loren was gazing up at me in awe while Houston and Rich slept soundly next to us. Slowly sinking down his cock—sore, abused pussy, and all—I held his endless gaze as I rocked my hips and began to ride him.

  “And you’ll never meet another, so don’t blow it.”

  The four of us stood on the parapet just before noon the next day. After showing her our home studio, this was the last stop of the tour we’d given Braxton of the house.

  At the moment, we were silently, but not quite patiently, waiting for her to break free from her private thoughts. She was admiring one of the creepy-ass gargoyles, a winged-demon with his mouth gaped open, that we kept instead of swapping them out for modern gutters. We’d decided we wanted to keep the integrity of the architecture as well as the rainwater away.

  “Did you know that grotesques were used by the clergy in medieval times to inspire fear in their parishioners?” she inquired casually. Learning what we did about her history, I knew there was nothing casual about her question. “I read they were used to remind the people what awaited them if they were sent to hell.” Shrugging, she bent over the low wall, bracing her forearms on top of the stone barrier as she gazed out at the forest. I didn’t realize I was staring at her ass poked out in those tiny shorts she’d put on for the occasion until she spoke again. “Considering how superstitious everyone was back then, churches had no problem keeping attendance up.”

  “Want us to remove them?” Loren offered as casually as Braxton pretended to be. The only difference was that he wasn’t putting on a show. He’d knock this entire house down with a wrecking ball if she asked him too.

  Peeking over her shoulder, probably to gauge if he was serious, she laughed and shook her head when she saw that he was. “No.” There was a twinkle in her eye when she turned to face us with her elbows propped on top of the ledge now. “I also read that they ward off evil spirits. I wouldn’t want you boys getting spooked all alone in these woods. Los Angeles is too far away for me to come and check under your beds.”

  As soon as she finished speaking, she was gazing off again as her expression fell.

  Fuck.

  I could tell that it hadn’t dawned on her until now that we lived a thousand miles apart. Eventually, she’d have to go back. Ultimately, we’d have to do without her and try to make an already complicated relationship work long-distance.

  The only solution was if she stayed here…with us.

  Loren, apparently coming to the same conclusion, brought it up before I, or any of us, could think it over and broach the subject carefully.

  “So that’s what your little history lesson was really about,” he teased her. “You want to move in.”

  Her eyes bucked as she stood up straight. “What? No, that’s not what I was saying.”

  “It’s cool, baby fawn. We’ve got the room.”

  She frowned at him before rolling her eyes when she realized that it was him leading her into a trap and not the other way around. “I’m not moving in with you, Loren.”

  He frowned deeply, confirming what I already knew. Loren hadn’t been just teasing. “Why not?”

  “Because we’ve been dating for two seconds?”

  “You plan on going anywhere?” he asked her quietly, his tone curious but his gaze blank.

  Braxton’s answer and how carefully she tread would determine how fast this escalated. Rich and I glanced at one another, but for some reason, neither of us felt compelled to step in. He was supposed to be the voice of reason, and whenever that didn’t work, I brought t
he heavy hand and put my foot down. Loren’s job usually consisted of finessing the situation—whenever he wasn’t causing trouble to begin with.

  “There’s no harm in taking it slow, Loren. The tour won’t be over for months. Can’t we just talk about it then?” she reasoned.

  Unfortunately, Loren wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable. Everything she said had gone in one ear and out the other. “Why put off tomorrow what can be done today?”

  Nostrils flaring, there was a fire in Braxton’s eyes as they searched the ground, and I knew from firsthand experience that she was looking for something to throw at his head.

  Rich and I both exhaled our relief when we searched the ground as well and saw no rocks lying around.

  When it looked like he wasn’t getting his way anytime soon, Loren dug his—our—hole a little deeper. It wouldn’t escape her notice that we didn’t step in, and eventually, she’d figure out why. “Stop pretending you’re not into it too when we all know better,” he snapped.

  With a mock gasp, Braxton slapped her palm to her forehead. “How could I forget? Naturally, my gender means I’m perpetually confused and don’t know my own mind. Have mercy, big man. Tell me what I really want.”

  Loren threw his head back and made a frustrated sound in his throat. “Are we really going to fight about this again?” he mumbled, referring to her demand to be treated like our equal.

  I’m sure we were beyond that now since it started to feel like we worshiped the ground she walked on. Either she couldn’t see that because she was stubborn, or we were still shit at this boyfriend thing.

  “No, because I’m done talking to you.”

  She started for the door and the steps that led back inside, and Loren was hot on her heels. Though not as closely, Rich and I followed, and I was once again wondering why neither of us was stopping Loren while he was ahead.

  I didn’t have to tell him that he could never force Braxton to do something she didn’t want to do. He already knew. The problem was that people don’t just change overnight, and Loren was too used to getting his way.