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I let the door swing open and cross my arms. As a barrier against why I think they’re here or a barrier to protect myself from my own reactions, I’m not sure.

Nick holds up his hands, palms out, before I can say anything. “We know. We haven’t given you much time to think, but…we had a talk and might have a way to make this easier on you.”

Make it easier on me? My confusion must show in my face because he gestures inside, and I take a step back. “No one’s home, but it won’t stay that way for long.”

I finally get a good look at Matteo, who takes the first step inside, marching over to the couch. Then Waylen has my face in his hands. My arms drop from between us as his mouth crashes down over mine.

His hand is in my hair, tilting my face to kiss me with more fervor. Need and longing flash through me and send my hands to grab hold of his shoulders.

Vaguely, I hear the door snip closed behind us.

My brain blitzes out. This is not at all what I expected, but Waylen is leading me backward into my living room.

He strokes my cheek when he pulls back to look at me. That smile makes me shake a little too.

What is going on?

“We’ve decided to put you in detention, Olivia. A light punishment for stringing all of us along. Now, you’re ours.” Waylen’s mouth finds my ear, and he softly commands, “Kiss Nick.”

And he’s turning me around to Nick, who leans in for his own claim on my mouth. It’s slow and hot.

Need spreads heat across my skin and pools it low in my belly.

Waylen falls away from my back, hands squeezing my ass as Nick devours my mouth.

I can feel my eyes flying wide as he releases me back into Waylen’s hold. Only now, I’m being lowered into his lap.

Nick smiles, winks, and draws a hand up my knee to my thigh, spreading it over Waylen’s.

Another hand slides over my other knee, and I turn to Matteo’s dark gaze.

Waylen’s mouth presses to the back of my neck. “Kiss Matteo now.”

I lean toward him, and Matteo doesn’t hesitate to snatch up my mouth with his own.

Nick and Waylen adjust me, opening my thighs, Waylen’s hard cock pressing up against my ass.

A hand slides up my thigh to the apex, covering my mound over my flimsy shorts. I can’t tell whose it is at first, but my hips are shifted again, locked in someone’s grip, or maybe two of them are holding me open.

Then, Nick sinks to his knees between mine.

Matteo retreats an inch, the hunger in his gaze now making me shiver. It’s his hand stroking me, and it slowly crawls up my body to grab my breast through my shirt. To tweak my nipple and make me gasp.

“Kiss me again,” Waylen says against the side of my neck.

Nick nibbles the inside of my thigh, and I gasp.

“Shh. Let him.” Waylen pushes up against me again, and I turn to give him the kiss he instructed me to.

Nick’s hot mouth covers my core. The fabric of my shorts does nothing to stave off the pleasure that comes from the scrape of his teeth over me.

I moan into Waylen, and his grip on my thighs tightens.

Matteo’s mouth seals over my breast, through my shirt, sucking at my sensitive tip.

Desire rocks through my body, making me shudder and squirm.

Nick tugs down my shorts, moving slow, gauging my reaction even though I can’t verbally respond.

I’m not pushing anyone away though. This is something I want. I didn’t even know that I wanted it. But it makes the most sense, right? That if I couldn’t give up any of them that I would end up here or alone.

Thank God that it’s here.

When Nick’s mouth seals over my bare pussy, my moans get louder, and Waylen eats each one of them.

I grab at Nick’s hair, barely conscious of the move. My body seeks the pleasure he’s promising me. The release from all of this pent-up anxiety and longing. And the three mouths on me have me writhing under them.

It doesn’t take long for Nick to build me up. It never does. When I’m on the brink of coming, he releases me.

I whine as he moves from between my thighs, but Waylen hushes me with a soft murmur against my lips, pulling back enough to look me in the eyes. That control he’s shown me during sex has returned in its entirety.

“Matteo’s turn.”

I feel him between my thighs. Hands cascading a soft touch down my skin before grabbing hold of me and blowing a hot breath against my sensitive folds.

The long, slow lick has my breath shuddering with an obscene noise.

Waylen hums against the back of my neck, scraping the sensitive spot behind my ear with his teeth.

“How about we strip this shirt off? Let us have access to all of you.”

Nick tugs at the hem of my shirt, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m remembering that this isn’t safe. We’re in a vulnerable spot, but I can’t seem to find the strength to stop this.

I’m stripped completely bare. It took so little effort amongst the three of them.

My back arches as Matteo thrusts his tongue into me. God, we didn’t get this far. Although I’m sure if I let him, he’d take all night with me.

All day.

My pleasure is already heightened, but he eats me slowly, making me tremble with want and the orgasm looming just out of reach.

Nose nudging the back of my jaw, Waylen places a delicate kiss there. “Open wide for Nick.”

I suck in a sharp breath, momentarily distracted from the climax I reached for.

Nick uses a finger to tip my chin up. His jeans unzip, and that nice shapely cock bobs before me. My lips part, ready to take him. To watch his face as I suck. He has a beautiful face for pleasure.

He presses his head on my tongue, little moves that don’t let me clamp down around him.

Matteo sucks on my clit. My moan vibrates against Nick’s head, and he shoves a little further across my tongue, my lips closing around his shaft to create suction.

Nick grabs handfuls of my hair and angles me to take more of him. I moan again for him, enjoying how he stretches my mouth. His eyes have glazed over with pleasure, thrusts just deep enough to make me gag, which makes my throat convulse around him.

Finding a steady rhythm, I relax into it, and Matteo sets a new pace. I’m so close that I can brush my fingertips against the oncoming orgasm, but then a cold current of air streams against my wet pussy, making me jerk and stalling me out.

All three of them moan.

Waylen rubs himself against my bare ass a little harder.

I whimper around Nick’s cock.

Matteo leans in to nuzzle my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth with purpose. It pulls pleasure out of every sensitive place I have. And my core is throbbing from being teased and denied.

Then his mouth descends on my pussy again, and my cry has me sucking hard on Nick until he’s pulsing against my tongue. His groan accompanies the tightening of his hand in my hair.

“Fuck, you want to come so badly, you think I can convince him give it to you?”

I blink up at him, putting the pressure on again.

He groans again, stroking my cheek and jaw. “Not yet.”

It doesn’t matter how slow Matteo licks and sucks, I’m unraveling faster and faster, but he pulls back again.

When I squirm, trying to lift my hips with the nil leverage I have, I get a soft grumble from Waylen under me. “Oh, no sweet girl. You’re still in detention. Take your punishment with some grace, and maybe, we’ll go easy on you.”

I huff and try to settle the energy swirling and zapping at me due to Matteo’s tongue.

Tears of frustration let loose down my cheeks as he pulls away again.

“Let’s move on to stage two.” Waylen’s knees under me shift, and mine settle over his as his hands free up to roam over my body in a reverent way.

Nick slows and pulls free of my mouth, rubbing my jaw to relieve some of the pressure. His smile tells me I’m still in trouble, but my attention is pulled away to Matteo as he unzips, releasing his dark, thick shaft, wet with precum.

He angles himself at my entrance, and I am soaked, making it so easy for him to slide into me. Part of me rejoices in being filled, finally, but I know how easily Matteo can control my pleasure like this too.

Yet the sight of him taking me makes the pleasure even more intense. I haven’t had a lot of experience seeing myself being taken. Usually the lights are low or off when a partner fucks me. These three, however, seem to enjoy splaying me out and investigating every nook and cranny I have.

And I have plenty.

Two pumps in and I’m moaning again. I dig my hands into Waylen’s jeans, barely finding purchase as Matteo builds me up, has me pulsing, ready to come and then pulling out.

Then he stands and Nick replaces him. I’m gulping in air as he thrusts into me.

And for someone who likes to give me multiple orgasms, he’s being stingy with me now. Coaxing and drawing it out until he slides out of me on the precipice too.

I’m practically sobbing now, craving release. I’ve never felt my body burn so brightly before.

Nick takes me by the knees and lifts my hips and ass off of Waylen as I feel him yank open his fly beneath me.

“Time for a little distraction.” Waylen’s voice is gruff in my ear as he lines himself up and presses into my ass.

My moan is so loud, I swear all three of them shudder. Sinking down his full length spreads the pleasure around, makes it more manageable. It’s only a small reprieve.

His upward thrusts slam his hips into my cheeks, and I feel myself tighten around him.

Without any pressure on my pussy or clit, it feels good without being overwhelming.

He laughs softly against the back of my neck. “Nice, but it’s not going to get you off on its own, is it?”

I shake my head. “No.”

Nick hovers close, smacking my pussy with his cock until I jerk and clamp down tight. I’m panting and forcing myself not to beg, although I want to. I want to so badly.

If this is my penance for wanting all three of them, I’ll pay it.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” Waylen asks.

I suck in a hard breath and shake my head.

“No, sweetheart. You are. Look at how easily you take everything we’ve given you so far.”

My whine is needy and low. I can’t voice that I want so much more.

When Nick slides into me, my body spasms, and both men groan. I’ve never been so full before. Not like this.

God, I love it. I’m already on the brink of breaking, but Nick remains still as Waylen fucks my ass.

I’m huffing, tears flowing steady now.

Nick moves slowly, and when I’m right there, my release in my grasp, he pulls out. Waylen stills.

And Matteo is back between my thighs, his hands smoothing down my thighs to soothe me. He even makes soft shushing sounds.

“It’s okay, love. We’ve got you. We’ll take care of you.”

My heart shatters a little at the endearment. Love .

His soft smile of confirmation has me reaching for him. He takes my hand and kisses my palm.

I can barely breathe.

When the sweetness passes, Waylen is in my ear again. “Ask us nicely to let you come, and if you’re convincing enough. Contrite enough. We’ll allow it.”

I suck in a few breaths, my voice weak and rocky as I ask, “Please.”

The first is certainly not enough, so I say it again, softer and softer each time.

Please. Please, please, please.

Matteo works me slowly, waiting for some silent signal.

“Please what?” Waylen commands, barely moving under me. Any big move will send me toppling, and they must know that.

“Please let me come. Please let me come.” I’m sobbing. It’s torture. Absolute torture. My body is shaking, exhausted, working toward something I can’t give it on my own.

I can feel his nod, and the two of them are moving with more purpose. My back arches, and my body stiffens then slacks as my entire world breaks apart.

I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my life. The strong current takes me under, to a place where nothing but bliss exists.