Page 41 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

Somehow she takes control—not her but theid, her primal, most base self—her pussy and ass grip so hard and she thrusts back against me, despite the restraints, with small yet guttural movements, wringing my cock.

My balls tighten and I come like a fucking freight train, warm come filling her ass, my cock buried so deep inside her, I take everything she gives me. I grunt, holding in as far as I can go, my pelvis flush with her ass. At some point, I lose control of the vibrator, and it buzzes on the mattress between her knees. Slick come soaks her thighs, leaving the sheets wet and sticky.

Still shaking, aftershocks from the orgasm shiver through my whole body before I pull out. Come drips out of her ass, a perfect visual to add to the rest of the mess between her legs.

Undoing the restraints, Lucy collapses the moment I release her wrists and ankles. Tiredly, I drag myself to the bathroom to clean myself up, dropping the vibrator in the sink before soaking a washcloth in cool water.

When I return to the bedroom, I laugh when a soft snore escapes her lips. It's hard to miss the red skin around her wrists and ankles, but she's fallen asleep with a tender smile, so anyworry I might've had at taking her so thoroughly fades into the background. She handled her first time with restraints like a champion. I'm particularly fond of the red handprint on her ass.

I wipe the wet cloth between her legs, cleaning her thighs, then her pussy and ass, and it wakes her up. Eyes still hooded, half asleep, she mutters, "Thank you."

Grabbing a clean dry towel, I rearrange her body to cover the wet spot of our come with the towel, then cover her body with the blankets. I'd change the sheets, but I don't want to move her more than I have to.

I don't ask if it's okay to stay home tonight, taking advantage of her sleepy submission.

Before I climb into bed, I pour her a glass of water, leaving it by her bedside, then track down my phone and text Noah and Silas, letting them know she's okay. I won't tell them she forgot about dinner, I don't want to set the precedent that she's not interested in them.

In all honesty, I'm not really sure what she's thinking on that front. She didn't say much, but I sure as hell am not going to push her for an answer.

I can't help but feel guilty about the other night, seeing how effortlessly they connected with her. They both had a crush building, but after spending time with Lucy, Silas is fucking gone for her. I don't blame him. But I won't push Lucy into this unconventional relationship if she isn't interested.

I save that problem for another day, but it turns out, I may not need to.

Lucy wakes when I crawl into bed beside her. Tucking her back against my front, I throw a leg over hers, my Neanderthal brain needing to possess and hold every piece of her. She just snuggles closer, letting out a soft sigh.

Pressing a kiss to her temple, I ask, "You okay, Lu?"

"Mmmhm." She wiggles her ass against me. "I feel amazing. My arms are sore, wrists too, but I feel good."

I nod, my cheek pressed against her hair. "Your muscles will feel sore tomorrow. Stretching, maybe some yoga, will help."

"I have a routine when my muscles are sore, and I've got some arnica oil and other things that I'll use on my wrists and ankles, but I'll be fine. I'm not worried about it. Just noticing."

"Keep noticing. If there's anything else you need…"

After a few minutes, I assume she's fallen asleep when she speaks up. "You're really okay with sharing things like that… me… with Noah and Silas?"

She's careful to hide her inflection, so I can't tell which way she's leaning. We've spent enough time with half-truths, though, so I'm honest. "Not just okay with it… but yes. I like the idea of you getting to explore with the three of us. Of all of us taking care of each other. Just us, though. I don't want an open relationship."

She nods in understanding. I've seen friends and lovers at Atrium make the mistake of not clarifying their needs and boundaries over the years, and sometimes, if you're not careful, a poly group can be misconstrued as open. There's nothing wrong with an open relationship, it's just not something I'm into. Certainly not with Lucy.

"I'm not sure I can handle three of you, let alone anyone else," she laughs. "I don't want anyone else, Mateo. I was serious the other night. All I need is you. But I can admit…" She's quiet a minute, so I stroke her hair, giving her time to find her words.

"When Silas came over yesterday… while you were at work. We talked about you. And about Noah. And it felt really nice. Natural. I like him. I don't know what that means, and I don't know how I feel about Noah. I don't really know either of them. But I am… curious."

"Okay. Curious is good. There's no pressure—"

"No, I know. I don't feel pressured. So if this, your relationship with them, is what you've been afraid to show me, I'm ready to see it. Are you working tomorrow?" Then she laughs, "Of course you are."

I groan, pinching her ass, and she squeaks. I don't enjoy being so predictable.

"Well, maybe while you're at work, I can visit them, and we can get to know each other a little better. Will they be home? Silas said they work from their apartment?"

She has no idea what those words do to me. Knowing she wants to spend time with them, the prospect of not having to worry about how she's feeling, if her anxiety is manageable, if she's happy. If she was with Noah, he'd make sure she had whatever she needed. And Silas would make her smile, and not let her take shit too seriously, which I'm not great at.

I promise her I'll text her their address before she falls asleep. I debate warning the guys, but think it'll be a pleasant surprise if she shows up unannounced.

Chapter 16

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