Page 19 of Covert (Ruthless Love #2)
Chapter sixteen
Nikki
M y orgasm slams through me like a freight train. I've never had a threesome before, and I never knew what it was like to be completely overwhelmed by so many different sensory inputs.
The weight of Axel's cock on my tongue. The smell of his body soap and unique sandalwood musk that I've learned is just Axel.
The sound of his voice when he talked to me was, low and desperate.
The words he said, encouraging me. The naughty, wet feel of Maddox's tongue swiping through my folds, circling my clit slowly, and then plunging into me. It was all too much. And not enough.
As I caught my breath, and my head stopped spinning, I thought about the one person missing from the room.
My heart ached for him. I would have invited him if he didn't still have his phobia.
He disappeared as quickly as he could when we finally got home.
I hate that he feels left out of whatever this is.
Maybe we could invite him to just watch next time?
These three are a crew, a team. It's rare to see them without each other, and you can tell the years of camaraderie, and inside jokes and shared experiences have banded these men to each other. One doesn't feel complete without the other two.
I'm brought back to the present moment when I hear the unbuckling of Maddox's belt and the teeth of the zipper.
Oh, God. They're not done with me.
"Come here," Maddox says from behind me, as he wraps a solid arm around my stomach and pulls me back against him. He sits on the bed and pulls me into his lap, my back to his chest. I'm relieved because I'm not sure my legs could handle much more, but I'm too tall to take Axel back into my mouth.
Maddox grips my hips and runs his cock through my wet folds. I feel the distinct texture of latex, and I'm glad he put on a condom during my trek outside of my own body.
He lifts me by the hips and lines himself up at my entrance. With an incredible amount of control, he lowers me, inch by inch, onto him. I tense a little when he feels too big, and he notices and stops.
"Kiss her," he commands Axel. "She's too fucking tight for me. Play with her clit."
I'm suspended in air, my ass not quite on his thighs as he holds me just where he wants me.
It's a strange feeling being manhandled.
I'm used to fighting, wrestling, and being in control.
Right now, I feel like a rag doll, being used for pleasure, and goddamn if that thought doesn't tighten my nipples.
"What did you do?" Maddox asks.
"Nothing yet?" Axel responds.
"You having dirty thoughts up there, Nikki? Your pussy just squeezed me like a vice, and no one's even touching you," he teases. I like Maddox's teases, though. It means he's relaxed and happy.
"I'm..." I pant, unsure of how to even form words anymore. "I like..." Another pant. Come on, Nikki! Get it together! "Being your plaything."
I cringe, worried I've said too much. Sure, I read a ton of smut, but I doubt women in the real world talk like the sassy FMCs I love reading so much .
But the wicked grin on Axel's face tells me that maybe I didn't just embarrass myself.
Before he can say a word, one of Maddox's hands presses on my upper back, bending me in half at the waist.
"She likes being our plaything, Axe. So let's play."
Axel takes my face gently in both of his hands, and I open my mouth for him, sticking my tongue out.
In this position, I have no control over anything.
Axel gently fucks into my mouth, dragging his swollen cock over my tongue, while Maddox thrusts into me with small, shallow strokes, until he's worked me completely down his length.
Like this, I have no leverage, no strength.
It's all I can do to take it, and I sink into the surrender of it all.
A slick sheen breaks out across my entire body, but the more they use me, the more free I feel.
I know they would stop if I said something.
But I don't have to because I'm loving everything they're doing to my body.
So, in a symphony of grunts and gasps and groans I come again, followed quickly by Maddox.
Axel suddenly pulls out of my mouth but strokes himself furiously, the muscles on his forearm bunching and straining.
"Where do you want it?" he asks through gritted teeth.
I barely register what he's asking, but when I sink to my knees and press my small breasts together, he unleashed with a groan.
Wave after wave of cum coats my chest, my dress, my chin, my neck.
Even my hair, I think. And I couldn't care less.
Watching Axel come apart for me was so sexy, a mini-aftershock-orgasm has me clenching my thighs and moaning.
"Did you just come again?" Maddox asks from behind me, his voice all shades of excited and astonished .
"Mhm," I whimper, too cum-drunk to censor myself anymore.
We had been circling this very thing for months, all of us too afraid to be brave enough to cross that line. But we did tonight. And God, it was perfect.
Before I can move, Axel scoops me up into his arms and takes me to the bathroom. We shower in silence, each of us lost to our own thoughts. But Axel is careful with me. He washes his cum off of me like he's sad to watch it go down the drain, and I can't help the laugh that bubbles out of me.
Maddox is stoic, washing himself only after Axel and I are done. I know they're going to leave for the night. And that's okay.
After we're toweled off, the boys have towels wrapped around their waists and me in a robe, they hesitate, looking between me and the door, not really sure what the protocol is.
I mean, seriously. What are you supposed to do when you tag team the girl you know nothing about but work with and now apparently live with, whose given you the green light sexually, but also swears she's going to leave in six months?
"I feel like you two missed an opportunity to Eiffel tower me tonight," I say, trying to lighten the mood and let them know I'm not going to fall apart because they don't spend the night. I actually prefer they don't spend the night. I'm a terrible sleeper.
Axel throws his head back in a deep belly laugh while Maddox just stares at me, jaw agape.
"Well then," I say, folding back the sheets of my bed, more than ready for sleep. "Thanks for the orgasms. A+ ten out of ten would recommend. "
Axel laughs again but walks back to me to kiss me on the cheek, a surprisingly sweet gesture.
"So long, thanks for all the fish," he says, squeezing my shoulder. I pinch my brows at him.
"Excuse the fuck out of me? Fish? What the fuck, Axel?!"
I was trying to keep things cool and easy; to let them know I wasn't going to stalk them and fawn all over them or make a big deal out of things.
"It's from a movie?" he replies, his eyebrow raised.
Shame and regret heats my cheeks. "I... I don't watch movies," I reply, fiddling with the comforter in my lap.
He comes back over and kneels on the bed next to me.
His large hand finds the side of my face.
"I get it. We'll watch it together. Maybe tomorrow after work?
It'll make sense then. What I meant was thank you.
Tonight was incredible, and if all parties involved enjoyed themselves, maybe we can do it again. "
I nod, feeling sad and small, after what was possibly the best sexual experience of my life. No. Not possibly. Absolutely the best sexual experience of my life.
Axel squeezes my hand before kissing my cheek again and then leaving. Maddox hovers in the doorway, seemingly unsure of himself.
I take pity on the man.
"Maddox. We had sex. It was great. That's it. It doesn't have to be some huge thing. We're consensual adults who enjoy each other's bodies. Stop overthinking things."
He nods, but he doesn't seem all that convinced .
He goes to leave before he spins around and strides back into my room. He takes my hand in his and kisses my cheek with a little too much force.
"You mean something to me," he says, his voice tense and constrained. Before I can ask what he means about that, he spins on his heel and stomps away.
I spend the next few hours tossing and turning. I have stories I play through my mind to distract me from things and hopefully help me sleep, but they keep being interrupted by moments with the boys today. Sexy moments. Tender moments.
And I have no idea what to do about any of them.