I lift a prayer in thanks for all those frustrating, humiliating, relentless hours Lavinia and I spent wrangling my cock into submission, because otherwise, I would have shot my load the second I felt her tongue. It’s one thing when she’s sucking me off, taking me in deep, but what she’s doing now…
There’s this thing she does with my swollen tip, licking just under the ridge and swirling the point of her tongue against it.
Sweet. Jesus.
I didn’t even know that was a thing.
But that’s Lavinia Lucia, the bearer of surprises.
It’s my turn to distract her as Nick and Remy fill her up, working their way inside her at the same time. It’s hard to decide where to look. Her lips are stretched wide around my cock, but her body is making these small, testing hitches of movement against them. It’s the way she looks, eyebrows knitting together as she tries so hard to take them inside, that makes my fingers claw divots into the upholstery.
“Nick?” I ask, voice thin and worn. “You in there?” I can tell he is, not just from the rush of air that leaves him, but the way she clamps down on my head and gives a sharp, tugging suck.
My balls may explode before this whole thing is over.
Nick answers with a rough, “Yeah,” and glides a palm down her spine, nudging his hips into her ass. “Remy?”
He gives Nick a tight nod, thighs flexing as he plants his feet, rocking up at the same time Nick’s back curves, shoving into her.
She cries out around my cock, and I take her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. “Fuck, look at you. You’re such a good girl for us.” She surges up at the praise, lips sliding wetly up my cock, before falling back into Remy’s lap.
Remy grunts, digging his fingers into her hips. “That’s right. Show us how you want it, baby.”
There’s something about this moment. Watching my two brothers take our girl like this. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point, we all stopped fighting each other, and now this just feels right. The familiarity, the cohesion that was missing for so long, is present in every movement. Remy thrusting up on Nick’s backstroke, Nick driving forward when Remy eases down, the press of Remy’s lips against Lavinia’s throat as she sucks me.
If we can do this, share this woman, this Queen, I truly believe we can do anything.
Even change Forsyth for the better.
I grip her neck, running my hand up and down the column of it, keeping her eyes focused on me as Nick punches into her with an agonized sound. He’s nothing but power, taut muscle and hard lines. I remember thinking once that Nick would be happiest holding the leash attached to her collar. But the way he looks at her now, the soft desperation in his eyes, I realize it’s not like for him. Not really.
He loves her.
Pretty Nick Bruin isn’t just obsessed. He’s not just coveting. He’s loving. It’s the same love that I feel in every pump of blood. Every time I see her. Feel her.
My cock twitches and I hold back a groan.
Why is love so fucking hot?
“Fuck,” Remy whispers, his green eyes rising to Nick. “You feel me, too?”
“Yeah,” Nick says, his voice strained as he thrusts in opposition to Remy, who turns to run the tip of his nose along the shell of her ear.
“I thought you were tight before, Vinny.” His tongue peeks out to curl against her earlobe and I feel her responding shudder. “Your pussy is goddamn magical.”
“Can you take more, baby?” Nick asks, ignoring Remy. He presses deeper, hips snapping tight, and she pants out against my cock. Eyes flicking up to mine, she gives me a slow, heavy blink.
“She said yes.” I reach out to touch her cheek, feeling the swell of my cock on the other side. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much. Don’t let them hurt you. Understand?”
She gives the barest nod.
Nick pulls back slowly, eyes dropping to watch his cock emerge from her hole, then, jaw going taut, he snaps his hips forward, both him and Remy releasing low grunts. Lavinia reacts with a long keen against my dick, fingers squeezing mine.
“She’s good,” I say when Nick’s dark eyes flick up to mine. “Just take it easy.”
He gains a slow but intense rhythm, pulling back lazily only to punch forward. Every time he does, Remy bucks up with him and a small cry lurches from Lavinia’s throat, muffled around my shaft. I see Nick and Remy watch each other, coordinating, planning these little huffs of air that gust over my cock with every lurch of her body. They look indescribable as they take her, their inked skin and flexing muscles against her soft, delicate skin, and it strikes me that she’s not panicking.
Even though she’s boxed in.
I watch her face as they fuck her, her body loosening with every thrust. The suction of her mouth grows hungrier, greedier, and my hips chase the friction, pushing deeper. Fuck. When her hand reaches for me, wrapping around the iron rod of my cock, I grunt. The added sensation drives me to thrust shallowly against her tongue.
I press a hand on her shoulder and ease off.
Her heavy eyes blink at me, lips looking red and abused. “You’re holding back,” she rasps.
I run a finger down her cheek. “This is enough.”
Her expression crumbles with another of Nick and Remy’s pointed thrusts. “I want all of it. Please, Big Bear? Let me show you I can take it.” There’s a spark in her eyes–that challenging defiance that makes her such a perfect Duchess, but I don’t have the chance to really appreciate it.
Nick catches my eye over her writhing body, tightly mouthing, “Big Bear? What the fuck?”
I don’t give a shit that my brother knows my girl’s nickname for me, because Lavinia is actively guiding my cock into her mouth. And when Nick thrusts into her the next time, the wet, hot heat closes in on all sides, and I’m powerless to disobey her wishes.
I cradle the back of her head and fuck into her mouth.
She practically goes limp between them, head tipped up in supplication as I thrust into the wet heat. It used to be hard not to just slam myself into the back of her throat. It’s not exactly easy now, but it isn’t lingering on the edge of my nerves like a threat. I only hold back what I know she couldn’t physically take, fucking into the press of her lips.
I feel sorry for the guys because they don’t know what it’s like to be this big, to feel how tight she is all the fucking time. Everything is a stretch for me–her pussy, her mouth. She blinks up at me with watery eyes before dropping her hand to squeeze my balls.
“Holy fuck.”
Somehow, I’m not the first to blow.
That’d be Remy.
He curls an arm around her back, the tendons in his forearm tightening as he hooks his hand around the back of her tattooed shoulder, pushing her down. He bucks up wildly, tense and just as flushed as Lavinia as his lips pull back, baring his teeth.
I know he’s coming when he goes rigid, slamming upward so hard that Nick has to chase her. Not far, though. Remy clamps down on her hard, holding her flush as he empties into her with a strangled grunt. Nick takes the opportunity to quicken his strokes into these tight, pounding bursts, his muscles bulging as he flings out a hand, clamping it over the back of the couch, just over Remy’s shoulder. He fucks her hard–animalistic–before crashing his hips into hers.
The snarl rips out of him, and what results is a shockwave of Remy’s groan, Lavinia’s garbled cry, and my low, strangled curse.
As much as the way I’m fucking into her mouth has me on the razor’s edge, I think that’s what finally does it. Seeing my brothers fill her up like this, knowing that I’m the only missing piece, is what pulls me over the edge.
I try to be careful–I swear to fucking god, I do–cradling each side of her jaw as it begins cresting through me. But then she looks up at me with those eyes, so goddamn trusting and tender, and I’m powerless to do anything but yank her closer, the head of my dick grazing the back of her throat as I come.
I watch with a hard growl as my cock surges between her stretched lips, pumping wave after wave of my cum into her hot, bulging mouth. Her back swells with the effort of keeping it all in, but instead of backing off, she just nudges closer, unblinking as she methodically swallows it down.
When the texture of her tongue is enough to send my nerves flaring, I finally tear myself away, fighting to catch my breath as Nick does the same. She’s left in Remy’s lap, boneless and panting, letting out these little hitches of overwhelmed whimpers that have Remy laying her out on the couch beside him.
“You okay, Vinny?” he asks, but even though she nods, he throws Nick and I a meaningful look. We don’t spring into action so much as limp, me going for a warm, wet washcloth as Nick lifts her from the couch, carrying her toward my room.
When I arrive at the threshold, they’re already in my bed. He’s got her tucked into his side, her cheek resting on his chest as Remy spoons in behind her, brushing his lips over the curve of her shoulder. I climb up from the foot of the bed–which is feeling less like ‘mine’ and more like ‘ours’–and give her calf a nudge.
“Open up for me, baby.”
She shivers, but it’s Nick who reaches down to hook a hand behind her knee, hitching it high over his hips to bare her center to me. Their cum is leaking out lazily and as much as I know they’d both want me to push it back inside, I clean it away. As I check her holes carefully, Remy and Nick bring her down with kisses and caresses.
“Will you let me make you something to eat?” I ask when I’m done, leaning down to brush a kiss over her round ass cheek.
Her tired eyes lift to meet mine, and she nods. “Thank you.”
“For feeding you something that isn’t my spunk?” I snort, watching as Remy traces the smudged ink on her neck.
If possible, her cheeks get even redder, but the smile she sends me is small and sad. “No. For making me stronger.”
Uncaring of how it wedges me between the three of them, I force myself over her to press a kiss to her damp forehead, hovering there for a beat. “You made us stronger, Lavinia. We just showed you how strong you already were.”
