I find him standing by my nightstand, and in his hand is the picture of the four of us all dressed in our Sunday best by the birdhouse in the garden at Montgomery House. Lyle continues to knead my soft flesh, and Nate shifts my hair over my shoulder so that he can kiss my neck, but my attention is fixed on Kylian and the furrow between his brows at the discovery that I have their picture by my bedside.
He has no idea that I've wondered about them every day we've been apart. He has no idea that I longed for them so much that Mom had the picture framed to give me something to focus on.
When he finally looks up, there's bewilderment in his expression. He wants to ask why the picture is there. He wants to know what it means, but he'll never ask because asking will mean admitting that he cares to know the answer.
Reading his expression, I know he's not ready for words. He's not ready to hear any explanation or have his perception of the world challenged. All I have is my body, my hands to caress, my lips to kiss, and my pussy which will bring these three men to the precipice of pleasure and beyond. So, if that's all I have, it's what I'll use.
The contract and agreement have always placed Kylian, Nate, and Lyle in charge of the sex. They've held the reins and directed the action, but they're on my turf now. Maybe, if I change it up, they'll see me as less passive. Maybe I'll be able to show themthat this could be so much more than just pleasure paid for and controlled. I'm nervous because I don't have any experience of sex outside of Club Scarlet
and the experience I have with these men. But I've learned how to move, and I've studied what it takes to tip them over the edge. This might be a step out of my comfort zone, but I have to try.
I gently push Lyle's chest until he's forced to lie on his back. His eyes widen for a moment, but when I lean forward to kiss him, all his shock is now forgotten. His hands grip my hips, and he directs me to rock back and forth, but I take his wrists and pull them from my body, pinning them to the bed. When he tries to tug them free, I shake my head.
Behind me, Nate clears his throat, but he doesn't object, and neither does Kylian. They both watch as I open Lyle's zipper and reach for his cock. They watch as I ruffle the hem of my skirt up, pull my panties to the side and slide onto him in one slick movement. The groan from deep in Lyle's chest makes my pussy clench, and his hands move up to my thighs, squeezing a little before I force them back down.
The pace I set is slow and languid. My fingers push up his shirt and explore his warm skin, swirling around his navel and following the soft trail of hair further down. I lick my finger and touch myself, arching back so that he can watch, and the pained expression on his face is like a squeezing fist around my heart.
"You feel so good," I tell him. "You fill me up. You make me feel crazy."
I turn to find Nate's eyes fixed on me like he's looking at a person he didn't know existed. I'm like the winged horseemerging from the neck of a Gorgon, a beautiful surprise escaping from the darkness. When I twist my head to look at Kylian, his eyebrows are drawn up in the center, pained and uncertain. His hands hang at his sides, balled into fists.
"Touch me," I tell him. "Touch me, and then, when Lyle is done, I'll be yours and Nate's."
Even though I half expect him to resist, he doesn't. Warmth spills through my core as they both gather behind me, one pressing kisses to my neck, one sliding his hand over my breasts.
Lyle's eyes are scrunched shut, his chest heaving with the restraint it's taken to let me move over him and not tell me what to do. I relish every second, feeling the swell of his cock as my clit grows impossibly sensitive at my own hand.
I want us to come together, as hard as it'll be to achieve. I want to feel that moment of pure release with him because I know it'll bind us in a way. Experiences can do that, especially beautiful ones.
I speed my finger, knowing from the way he grips the comforter that he's nearly there. I think of how he forced me to taste him that first day and what it felt like for my mouth to be owned that way, and as he releases with a pained groan, I throw my head back, hair trailing low over my spine, and tumble into oblivion.
Time doesn't always seem to pass at the same speed, and as I come down from my orgasm, I'm conscious that I don't know how long they've all been watching me. Lyle reaches up and touches my cheek in a fleeting gesture that makes my heart skitter. Kylian impatiently takes me beneath the arms andhauls me off his brother. Wetness slides down my thighs as I resist Kylian's attempt to force me to my hands and knees. He likes taking me from behind because I don't get to watch his expressions, and he doesn't have to hide. In room twenty-eight, he gets his way, but on my bed, I get mine.
Twisting in his grip, I face him, forcing determination into my expression. "My house, my rules," I say.
"House?" Kylian looks around as though he thinks his mean pretense will unnerve me. He doesn't realize that I'd live a thousand lives in this small apartment rather than one in Richard Aston's mansion.
"My rules," I say again. "On your back or nothing." His scowl is so exaggerated that it's almost comical, and he hesitates for so long, that I turn to Nate.
Clever man doesn’t need to be instructed twice. With a quick unfastening of his belt and zipper, he lays on the bed, cock in hand. When I climb onto him, he looks up at me with an amused smile playing on his lips. He appreciates my efforts with Kylian. Of that, I'm sure. His big hand rests against the back of my neck, fingers sliding beneath the warmth of my hair, and he pulls me down for a kiss. It's as much control as I'll allow. This time I grip his hands by his head, riding his thick cock while my hair tickles his cheeks. I hold his gaze, undulating my body so that my clit grazes his pelvis, conscious that Lyle's cum is coating us both.
Kylian doesn't move to touch me, and I don't turn to pay him any notice because Nate holds all my attention. "You look like a goddess," Nate says, then draws his lip between his teeth and bites down. He's losing a grip on his arousal, exactly the way Iwant him to. I could come again with the press of his thumb on my clit, but that would mean releasing his hands, and I'm relishing my power more than I would another orgasm. I want to watch him fall apart so close that I'll feel his releasing breath against my lips. We move together like the ocean lapping at the shore, like a breeze causing branches to sway back and forth, and I watch it all, feeling him pulsing inside me, his big body tensed between my soft thighs, and it's perfect.
Only when he smiles, cheeks pink with pleasure, do I release his hands and allow him to touch me.
Turning, I find Kylian glaring at me so fiercely I wonder if he'll ever concede or if he'd rather leave this tiny apartment with blue balls and a raging erection. Maybe he'll never be able to face up to the fact that he can let others lead and not lose his soul as a result. But I'm determined to have a damn good try at showing him.
"You know the rules," I say. "If you want this…" I trail a hand over my breasts, pausing to tweak a nipple while his eyes follow my movements. "You have to get on your back."
"Fuck it," he says, turning to take a step towards the door. "You need to get to room twenty-eight, and then I'll take you any way I want."
"That's true," I say softly. "In room twenty-eight, you can take, but in my room, I give. That's the difference."
The way his spine stiffens as he pauses makes me hold my breath.Turn, I whisper in my head.Turn.
When he doesn't, I slide off Nate and pad on bare feet towards Kylian, pushing my skirt to the floor. He's still when I place my hand on the middle of his back, the place he carries scars for his brothers and for me. Still, when I kiss the top of his arm through his warm shirt. Still, when I round him and brush his cheek with my fingers. Confused sapphire blue eyes stare down at me, as if I'm speaking to him in a foreign language.
"On the bed," I say softly. "And I'll give you what I gave your brothers."