Page 122 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

“Got you feeling good?” My attention flicked to Rhys, who was moving closer, his fingers trailing down my breastbone. “How about now?”

I couldn’t reply, just letting out a hiss as his hand slid down and separated my folds, a finger finding my clit. My whole body jerked in response to that first caress, a burning pleasure building in response. I reached out for Rhett, trying to grasp that cock standing proud from his body so I wasn’t the only one falling to pieces right now, but he gripped my wrist.

“That’s not what this is about.” Rhett pushed my hand away gently, keeping it pinned in his grip. “This is about you. Today hurt.” I frowned slightly, able to see Mum and Mandie all too clearly in my mind. I didn’t want them here with me right now, disrupting what was happening. “Eyes on me.” Mine flicked up obediently to meet his. There was a gentleness and a savagery in the way he looked at me that I needed so much. It made clear it wasn’t just me that rode the knife edge of pleasure and pain. “We let you down.”

“No—”

I went to protest, wanting to refute all the things that had been said. None of that mattered now, right? We’d made promises, decided on a way forward, and that meant I could?—

“Yes.” He moved closer, pressing his forehead to mine. “I fucking hate that it happened. Need to make up for it.” One hand covered my breast, Rhys’ doing the same, and that’s when my body changed. I was a lightning rod, struck over and over again by bolts of pleasure. “Reset everything, because that’s what’s gonna happen when you come.”

Garrett’s fingers slid over what he’d just licked, then found my core, dipping in, but not pushing forward. I let out a little grunt of frustration, but Rhys had me focussing back on him.

“You can do that for us, can’t you? Come and we can all start again. Like this is the first time. That we didn’t screw up.”

They were seeing things in far more dire a light than I was, but I couldn’t help but nod, because when I did, his fingers moved faster. Stroking my clit, pinching down slightly to force sensation to spike higher.

“Come for us.”

Rhett pressed his lips against mine, his stubble scraping my skin, but before I could respond, Rhys was taking over. Garrett pulled me down hard on his face, not letting me hover for a second as he pushed his fingers deeper. One of them I might’ve been able to resist, but all three? I was helpless as a tree swaying in the wind, tugged back and forth by them.

“I’m…”

I didn’t need to announce it. They knew, talking me through the process in low, husky voices. Each one of them told me how well I was doing, Rhys and Rhett in words, Garrett in action, licking me through this climax and halfway to the next. But for all their chivalry, that’s not what I needed. When I pulled away, Rhys grinned.

“Feeling better?”

“Not quite.”

I shoved him down onto the bed and then clambered up his body. His smile widened, then was extinguished entirely as I wrapped my hand around his cock and then thrust down. Right. There. He was hitting the spot perfectly with every stroke.

“Fuck yes.”

He wouldn’t let me take over for long, flipping me onto my back so that my head was hanging off the bed, not stopping his thrusts for a second. Rhett and Garrett dropped off the bed like big cats, prowling closer.

“Fuck, look at those lips.” A thumb was pushed between them and I sucked helplessly, caught up in the terrible storm of pleasure Rhys was brewing. “Makes me think about them around my cock every damn time she smiles.”

I grinned then, eyes hazy as I reached out and pulled them closer.

“Katie…”

Whatever protest they were going to make was cut off as I sucked one in, then pulled off and moved to the other. Back and forth I switched, my heart pounding harder, faster, and each time I returned to one man, I found him harder than before. It was my moan, long and guttural, as I reached my peak, that had them losing their shit. Garrett hissed, grunted, and then stroked my hair as he unloaded down my throat. Rhett was there, pushing in before Garrett had even stopped pulsing, unable to hold off anymore. I stared into his eyes, watching the moment he finally lost control.

“Bloody hell…”

Everyone collapsed down onto the bed, ensnaring me in a messy tangle of limbs, but we weren’t allowed more than a moment of peace. Sharp barks let us know that Bronson was done waiting outside. Garrett clambered to his feet, opening the door, and the dog came scuttling in. Not to get pats, he dove under the bed, and that’s when we heard the bloody dog next door losing its shit again.

“Fuck, we’ve gotta do something about that dog,” Rhett mumbled, pressing his face into my hair.

“Tomorrow.” Garrett settled back down with us. “I’m on late. I’ll call the council in the morning, find out what can be done.”

We had a plan, I thought that dimly, right before I dropped off to sleep.

“Rhys, can you take Bronson today?”

The next morning we were all moving around the kitchen, to get coffee, to grab a bite to eat before work, to get Bronson’s breakfast ready. Our bodies kept bumping into each other, but rather than get angry, shy smiles were traded. Garrett asked Rhys that question as he set Bronson’s food down.

“No can do.” Rhys gave the dog a brisk pat. “We’re in meetings all day. Drew said that having a dog around sends the wrong message to the potential partners.”

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