Ezra’s house was a ranch-style one-story home, and by the time I pulled into the wide drive-way, his Jeep was already there. I turned off the car and sat there for a few seconds, suddenly hit with another wave of nervousness.
A knock on the window jolted me out of my thoughts. I flung the door open, and Cole helped me get out before pulling me into his arms once again.
“Don’t psych yourself out of this, Adeline,” he said, his lips no more than an inch from mine. The gold in his eyes glimmered, and in the brightness of the afternoon, I could see a dusting of light-brown freckles across his cheeks.
“I won’t,” I promised. “I want this.”
His lips curled, emphasizing the perfect Cupid’s bow. “And I want you. Badly. You have no idea, Adeline. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.”
He looked at my mouth, and I stopped breathing. The world around us ceased to exist as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
I’d imagined kissing him so many times, but as I tasted the mint tea on his tongue, I quickly came to the conclusion that my imagination had been severely lacking. In my mind, I’d never felt like this—like I was drowning. His scent, his taste, his touch—all of my senses were flooded with him, and I knew this moment would be forever seared into my memory. His hands moved into my hair, keeping my face firmly in place as he continued to devour my mouth. I wondered if he was also drowning in me.
I arched my back, pressing myself against him, but he pulled away reluctantly and rested his forehead against mine. “Let’s go inside before Ezra gets too jealous. We’ll get right back to this after we’ve discussed all the rules.”
Oh, right.
The rules of the threesome we were about to have.
Cole gripped my hand as he led me inside the house. When Ezra saw us come in, he immediately saw my flushed lips and narrowed his eyes at Cole.
“I was wondering what was taking you so long.”
He crossed the room in three wide steps, until he was standing before me. “Sampling appetizers before the main course?”
“You could say that,” I said, my face melting into a grin. “The first was delightfully succulent. I wonder how the second one will taste.”
Channeling confidence I didn’t know I possessed, I linked my hands around Ezra’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. His eyes widened in what I hoped was pleasant surprise, and a heartbeat later, he was wrapping his arms around my lower back. As we deepened our kiss, he trailed his hands lower, until his fingers were sinking into the flesh of my ass.
He groaned into my mouth, setting every part of me on fire. “Whatever we need to talk about, we should talk about it fast,” he said against my lips.
I turned my face to Cole, who was leaning against the kitchen counter and watching us with a smirk.
Ezra released his hold on me and went around the kitchen counter, opening the door to his fridge. He pulled out a bottle of tequila, poured three shots, and placed them on the kitchen island between us.
“Okay, Adeline. Why don’t you start?”
I gripped the marble kitchen counter, using it for support. “What happens here today stays between us.” The other guys couldn’t know about this, especially Silas. How would I ever be able to explain why I was doing this? I doubted he’d be sympathetic to my overly active libido and the fact that I felt like I was going insane because of how attracted I was toward all of them. He’d probably wonder why I didn’t just “get it out of my system” with him, and flinging Cole’s and Ezra’s sexual history in his face felt like a low blow.
And Abel? I could already see the disapproving grimace he’d wear if he ever found out. Whatever credibility I’d built would be quickly erased. He’d close off completely, and the thought of losing our rare moments of connection tugged painfully at my heart.
Ezra nodded, “If that’s what you want.”
“I don’t want this to affect our working relationship,” I said, looking between the two of them. “No special treatment and no funny business while we’re at the studio.”
“Don’t worry, we’re good at compartmentalizing,” Cole said with an amused smile.
“And this is just going to be a one-time thing.”
“That’s where we’ll agree to disagree,” Cole said, narrowing his eyes at me. “If after today you don’t want a repeat performance, we haven’t done our job well. Right, Ezra?”
“Absolutely,” the drummer nodded, fixing me with a determined gaze.
I clamped my jaw shut. A repeat performance was definitely not part of the plan, but it seemed pointless to argue about that now.
“What else?” Cole prompted. “Are we using condoms?”
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”
“So are we,” Ezra said. “We went to get tested together when we got here, and we haven’t slept with anyone since.”
I thought it was cute they were so in tune with each other’s sexual health. “No condoms then.”
Cole ran a hand through his hair and let out a long breath.
“Anything off-limits?” Ezra asked, directing the question at me.
They may be confident in their ability to persuade me to do this again, but I was more skeptical. After all, my original intent was to do it once and move on. If this was my only chance to experience some of the things I’d been imagining, there was no point in holding back. “I’m game for anything.”
The dark glint in Ezra’s eyes almost made me regret those words. Almost. Still, I knew I was safe with them, and they would push my boundaries only as far as I wanted them to.
I reached for my shot glass and lifted it in a silent salute. There was nothing more to discuss, and the air in the room thickened with anticipation. The kitchen island separating us from each other was the only barrier left to cross.
We tossed the tequila back at the same time and clinked the glasses down.
Ezra didn’t waste a second. He prowled around the counter, grabbed my hand, and led me down the hall to another room. I could hear Cole’s steps behind us.
The door opened to a large bedroom with a king-size bed, neatly made with white sheets. Glass doors to the right opened directly to the pool in the backyard. At the foot of the bed was a long bench, and this is where Ezra sat me down.
I took in the men before me. They were beautiful opposites. Cole was dusk, with his black curls, deep-hazel eyes, and tanned skin. Ezra was dawn, blue eyes light like the morning sky on a perfect summer day. His hand reached up to scrub at his clean-shaven jaw as he allowed his gaze to wander over my entire body.
I was exposed, vulnerable, and unbearably turned on.
“Take off your clothes,” I commanded, suddenly needing to take control. I could do this if I was in control.
The slowness of their movements as they complied was the sweetest type of torture. My toes curled as their shirts hit the carpeted floor to reveal the perfect bodies that hid beneath.
They looked like such men. Not at all like the boys I’d been with in my earlier years. I suppose that between nineteen and twenty-one, boys grew into men, but my self-imposed celibacy had made me miss out on this transformation.
Ezra was slightly more muscular than Cole, even though Cole stood a few inches taller. I wanted to run my nails down their hard chests and lick the ridges between their perfect abs—some primal part of me demanded that I claim my territory. Of course, thinking of them as mine was a dangerous illusion triggered by the hormones currently raging within me.
Just one time, I reminded myself.
Their pants came off next, and I discovered that they both favored boxer briefs, which did nothing to hide the shape of what was hard and ready underneath.
I crooked my finger, summoning them closer. They moved until they were near enough for me to reach over and cup their tight balls through the fabric of their underwear.
Squeezing gently, I marveled at how they both sucked in harsh breaths. Ezra’s fingers landed on my cheek and then dipped into my mou
th, his eyes silently telling me what he wanted me to do. I sucked on his fingers, moving my hands up until both of their hard ridges were twitching in my palms. The anticipation of having them inside my mouth, inside my cunt, inside any hole they wanted to use was making me squirm on the soft surface of the bench, the friction not nearly enough to relieve the ache between my legs.
Ezra’s fingers left my mouth with a pop, and I licked my lips, trying to capture anything of him left behind. Enough playing, I thought. My fingers slipped behind the bands of their underwear, and I pulled until at last they sprung naked. Their cocks pointed at me, alert and demanding. Cole’s was thick and dark, the head almost purple and glistening with precum. Ezra’s leaned slightly to the right, with neatly trimmed red curls at the base and prominent veins running up the shaft.
I felt a rush from seeing them bare while I was still fully dressed. These powerful, desirable men were held captive by me, awaiting my direction. I reached for their cocks, lightly tracing the undersides with the tips of my fingers, watching their lower abdominals contracting, and letting their needy hisses caress my ears.
The boxers were bunched around their thighs and I leaned closer to tug them all the way down to their feet before lifting my eyes back up. Ezra’s mouth was parted, his eyes hooded and dark. “Please,” he urged in a raw whisper.
They were done playing as well.
At my nod, they moved immediately. Cole lifted me up to my feet, his fingers creeping under the edge of my shirt and pulling it over my head. He stared at my breasts, palming them both through my bra and making me gasp at the contact. His mouth descended onto mine, and the kiss sucked all of the air out of my lungs. He wants to claim me, too, I realized.
Growing annoyed at the barrier between us, he pushed down my bra until my breasts spilled over the top, and at the same time, a pair of hands worked on the zipper of my jeans. Ezra was kneeling down behind me, methodically getting me out of my remaining clothes.
Soon, I was standing before them in my black lace panties and a bra that was half off. Ezra circled me, his gaze sparking fires across every inch of my skin.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
Cole hummed his agreement, his tongue darting over his lips. “You’re going to be the death of us, you know?”
“Hopefully, you’ll manage to stay alive for the next bit,” I joked, earning myself a firm slap on the ass from the drummer.
Ezra stopped behind me, his mouth hot against my neck as he nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin below my ear. His hand journeyed over my underwear toward my center, where I knew he’d find the Pacific Ocean.
“Fuck,” he grunted into my ear when he felt the wetness between my legs. “So ready for us.”
“I’ve been ready for days,” I admitted, eliciting a desperate groan from the drummer.
Cole’s hand replaced Ezra’s, and he brushed my clit with the heel of his palm, pressing into it gently and making my knees go weak. Ezra pulled my back into his chest, the heat of his body enveloping me. “What’s your number?” he murmured over my skin.
I furrowed my brow. “My number?”
Cole gave me a long kiss, his hand casually rubbing circles over the wetness seeping through my underwear. “How many times do you want to come before we stop?”
Now it was my turn to swear.
Ezra’s length pressed against the valley of my ass as he reached around to pinch a nipple. “Your number, Adeline.”
“Two,” I hissed, thinking I was already halfway to my first one.
“I think you gotta dream bigger, darling.” Cole dropped to his knees in front of me. “Why don’t we aim for three for this first time?”
No coherent words were possible when he pulled my panties aside and dipped his tongue into my cunt. I looked down. His wild curls danced against my skin like black fire, and I was going to burn alive.
Ezra helped me stay upright while Cole worked some unholy magic on my pussy, his tongue darting across every nerve ending in a perfect dance. When the first orgasm started to rage through my entire body, I ground myself on Cole’s face, clutching his hair for dear life.
“Fuck,” I croaked as Ezra lowered me back on the bench. Suddenly, their number didn’t seem so ambitious after all.
I reached for their cocks, stroking them while trying to recover and remember what planet we were on. Ezra pushed on my shoulders, urging me from the bench to kneel before the two of them, and I gladly complied. My tongue trailed the underside of his ridge, before doing the same to Cole. I took turns sucking them off, switching when their groans got too frantic.
“Get on the bed,” Cole commanded, burying his fingers in my hair and pulling me up.
I crawled across the covers, swaying my ass back at them and reaching back to take my bra fully off.
“Turn around,” Ezra said.
I turned to bare my chest to them fully, feeling another rush of heat between my legs when I saw their hungry gazes.
Cole walked around the bed and sat down with his back against the headboard. “Get over here and do that thing you just did with your ass.”
I climbed between his legs, running my hands down his rock-hard thighs before lowering my mouth on his cock and lifting my butt up. The bed moved behind me, and a heartbeat later Ezra’s palms were kneading my behind. He fisted my underwear at the waist, then tore it off with a jerk, making me gasp from the brief flash of pain.
The pain was forgotten when he pressed himself against my entrance. “I want to see you take Cole’s cock to the back of your throat as I plunge into your tight cunt.”
Holy shit.
Cole’s fingers tangled in my hair, and he put soft pressure on the back of my head until I’d taken all of him in my mouth.
“Good girl,” he whispered, stroking my cheek with his other hand. That was Ezra’s signal.
I groaned against Cole as Ezra buried himself in me, my eyes fluttering from a deadly mix of arousal, pain, and pleasure.
“Fuck,” Ezra groaned. “So wet and tight.”
Cole moved my head up and down on his length as Ezra began to rock into me from behind. When the drummer reached around to play with my clit, I squeezed Cole’s thighs so hard I was sure my nails would leave permanent crescent scars.
It didn’t take long for me to get to orgasm number two, and Cole lifted my face to capture my mouth as I spasmed uncontrollably around Ezra.
“So goddamn perfect,” he said, his eye shining with lust. “I could watch you come for the rest of my days on this earth. When I look at you, it’s like I’m looking at something infinite.”
His words resonated through me. I tugged him closer for another kiss as Ezra pulled out. Something heavy was building up in me, and I knew it wasn’t another orgasm given I was still riding the high of my second one. This was supposed to be a casual, mindless fuck, so why did it feel like something more?
Ezra collapsed on the bed beside Cole and pulled me into his lap until I sat straddling his hips, my breasts grazing against his face. He found a nipple, sucking and flicking the hard bud without breaking our eye contact.
“Do you want both of us inside of you?” Ezra asked when he moved from one breast to the other, his cock twitching against me at the question.
“Yes,” I breathed, my heart rate picking up. It had been so long since I’ve had sex there that I could barely even remember how it had felt.
Cole lifted himself off the bed, and came back a few moments later armed with a small bottle of lube. “Lift your ass back up for me, darling.”
I licked my way down Ezra’s chest until I had my lips wrapped and moving around his cock while Cole slowly pushed a finger in my ass. It felt tight and a little uncomfortable at first, but when the bassist started to once again play with my clit, I felt the muscles relax.
One finger became two. Then three. I was pushing against Cole’s hand by now, feeling the beginnings of the third orgasm tease my inner thighs.
“You’re ready,” Cole br
eathed, giving my ass a firm slap. Ezra pulled me closer to him until his length was in line with my entrance. He grasped my face with both of his hands, his eyes gentle despite being feverish with desire. “And you were worried we wouldn’t want this. I’m so fucking glad you didn’t let your worries win.”
I smiled breathlessly at him, and something that felt a whole lot like affection swept through my body. When we joined this time, it was slow. I sank onto him inch by inch, the whole time staring into his impossibly blue eyes and allowing myself to drown in their depths.
When Ezra was fully sheathed in me, I felt Cole prod at my ass, his cock slicked and ready. His fingers ran down my spine as he smoothly pressed inside, stretching me to accommodate his generous size.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, his voice a broken rasp.
I gasped at the foreign sensation of two men penetrating me at once, their hard lengths making me feel deliciously full. They waited until I nodded before starting to move.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the mind-melting pleasure. The mere thought of doing this had made me climax within minutes, and now that I was experiencing the real thing, I didn’t think I’d last more than thirty seconds. Feeling both of them inside me took me right to the edge.
Despite Cole’s earlier words, I felt very finite in that moment. I knew exactly where I ended and they began. But as they pumped into me at the same time, their hot, damp bodies writhing below and above me, all thoughts disappeared. It was then that something clicked inside my empty mind. Not a thought, but a deeper understanding. Alone, I was finite, but together, we became infinite.
Even as my orgasm threatened to erupt across every cell of my body, tears pricked at the back of my eyes. I wasn’t thinking, but I was feeling entirely too much. I was no longer in control of anything, and it terrified me.
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