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“Oh god.” Echo’s exclamation is quiet. But then it comes again. “Oh my god. Fuck.”
“You okay, princess?”
“I just— It feels good. Wilder, I’m not suffocating you, am I?”
“I swear to god, Echo, if I’m going to die, this is the way I want to go,” he growls. “I’m good. I’ll be better when you’re coming on my face. Drown me, baby.”
My brain twists and bends, wrapping around what we’re doing. Fuuuck. I’m on fire. And things are about to get a whole lot hotter.
I pick up the bottle of lube and flip the cap, drizzling some into my palm. I stroke myself several times before I put more onto my fingers. Dropping the bottle at my side, I splay one hand over Beckham’s firm ass, feeling his muscles flex and contract, then let the fingers of the other hand slip between the cheeks and glide over his asshole. Touching him like this has a jolt of lust rocketing down my spine.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” Beckham bites out through clenched teeth. I can see the tightness of his jaw as he turns his head, straining to get his eyes on me. I slowly circle his hole with my fingers. It’s a little tricky since he’s in constant motion as he fucks Echo, but I manage. His body shudders as I grab the lube, letting some trickle directly where he needs it.
My dick gives a violent lurch as the tip of my finger enters his ass. If there was ever any question about whether I wanted Beckham, I’d say my cock knows the truth. He moans as my finger slips farther inside.
“Give me another,” he grunts.
And I do. Easily. Ah, fuck. I’m hardly having to do a damn thing as every piston of his hips backward pushes him onto my fingers. My chest jerks. It’s time. He’s more than ready for me. I pull my fingers from his body, spreading his cheeks wide, taking in the full view of his ass, his taint, and his balls as they swing, then flick up to Echo, who is practically sobbing, she’s so close to coming again. “Ready?” I grit out.
Beckham gasps. “Yes. Fill me with that beautiful cock.”
I edge forward, dick in hand, and on the next thrust, the head of my cock slips effortlessly inside his body. And then he’s easing back, his tight hole swallowing my entire length. My ears buzz, and my vision clouds, it’s so good. So tight. “Fuuuck, Beck,” I manage to gasp out. “My god.” I hold onto his hips, watching where the two of us are joined. At my back, every time the motion of our ocean moves in that direction, my ass brushes Wilder’s cock. I can’t fuckin’ resist. I reach behind me and hold his cock against my ass.
He lets out a choked gasp from below. “Oh, Jesus. Fucking hell.”
The moans, curses, and oaths of us moving together as a unit are giving the soundtrack to the movie a run for its money. I love everything about this. Echo’s cries of pleasure, the ease in which we’ve all come together, the way Wilder can’t help but thrust between my ass cheeks, and fucked if Beckham isn’t having the best damn time being right in the middle of all this, giving and receiving at the same time.
I exhale hard, realizing I’m now conducting this train. Fire races through me as I pick up the pace. Lust fucking roars. I want to be with them in every way, every position.
Echo clutches the back of the couch, knuckles going white as she stutters out, “O-oh g-god. I’m coming.”
Beckham groans. “Fuck yes she is. She’s clamping down on my cock. I?—”
I snap my hips, driving into him, knowing her orgasm is about to set off a chain reaction. Only a moment later, Beckham exhales hard, his body slamming forward into Echo. He shudders and shakes when he comes, and I feel every goddamn second of it. Sweat pops out on my brow as I fight for control. Beckham is fervently kissing Echo’s back, and her head has dropped, chest rising and falling fast as she collects herself.
I grit my teeth, determined to finish off both myself and Wilder. With my hand on his cock at my backside, I stroke it and listen to him groan from somewhere beneath all of us. My mind is being fucking blown right now. Wilder growls out some unintelligible words as cum spurts rhythmically from him. I feel it hit my lower back, my ass, and my hand.
I can’t hang on any longer. Gripping Beckham, I roll my hips twice more, my eyes racing to capture a mental image of this moment—of these people I care so much for. That’s when the orgasm hits me like a shock wave. It’s jarring in the way it robs me of air and all coherent thought as I pant and grunt my way through the explosion of cum I’m releasing into Beckham’s ass. My head goes hazy as I surrender to everything these people mean to me.
Some time later,we climb into the guest room bed together. We were always meant to be like this. Love like this. Somewhere inside me, I always held this deep-seated desire—through all the days and nights that we were apart—that Echo and I would have a chance at the future that had been ripped away from us. I never imagined that not only would we find each other again, but we’d add my best friends to our unit and all of us would want each other the way we do.
Winding up thoroughly involved in a relationship with three other people is nothing I saw coming. But here we are, the four of us blazing our own path, because we’ve decided what—and who—we want. And I won’t allow anyone to ever tear us apart. I’ll die before that happens.
TWENTY-SIX
WILDER
By Monday afternoon,I’m a little on edge, waiting for yet another catastrophe to strike. But so far, with the exception of a slight meltdown from Chase at breakfast when he realized he wasn’t going to get pancakes or waffles every single morning I’m in the house, things have gone smoothly all day.
My morning classes passed in a whirlwind, especially since we’ve been exceptionally cautious about checking in with each other and mindful about arranging who needed to be where and when. Because no way in hell was Echo going to be on her own except for during her first two classes of the day. She’d rolled her eyes, but I’d also seen a look of relief in them that we still weren’t willing to allow her out of our sight.
I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. We’ve got five minutes left of our art class. We’ve moved on to watercolors, which is a tricky paint medium for most people. It looks easy, but it’s simply not. Not if you’re hoping to come up with something that looks like more than a wet mess.
Under her breath, Echo murmurs, “I feel like I’m doing one of those water painting books with Chase. Only I’m fucking it all up.”
“What?” My brow furrows as I peek at what she’s doing. Her colors are muddy, but it’s also her first experience with this medium.
“You know, they have those books for kids with image outlines on a page, and there’s some sort of ink on the paper that reacts with the water. So, the kid thinks they’re painting, but they’re really just playing with water and a brush. This is sorta like that. Only way harder.” She makes a disgruntled sound. “I keep forgetting to clean my brush between colors.” The adorable crease in her forehead as she concentrates makes me want to grab her and kiss her until it fades.
