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Chapter 43

Worshipped

Dell

T he takeaway container of taco fixin’s taunts me from my lap as we drive down the Schuylkill Expressway to Isaiah’s place. This has been the best cheat day ever. Maybe just one more bite…

Robyn’s phone rings and after a cursory glance, she silences it.

“You don’t wanna take that?” Isaiah asks.

“No,” she sighs. “It’s just my mom. She usually calls on Sunday nights, and it usually puts me in some kind of mood.” She takes Zay’s hand. “I’d rather not spoil everything that happened tonight.”

“Did you have a good time?” he asks.

“I had the best time.”

“Me too,” I say from the back seat. “Robyn professed her love for me tonight.”

She turns around and taps me on the knee. “You said it first!”

“Is that what was going on on the couch?” Zay chuckles, but then all three of us stop when another call comes in from Robyn’s mother.

“Alright,” she groans. “Two in a row means it’s serious.” She swipes open the call and taps speakerphone. “Hey, Mom.”

“Hi, Birdie. Are you driving?”

She looks at Zay. “Yeah. What’s going on?”

“Your photoshoot with Adidas is this week, right? ”

“Thursday morning in New York.”

“I’d like to be there.”

Robyn looks back at me now, as if I contain the answers. “What? Why?”

“Well, your father and I were talking and we think it would be in your best interest if you had someone there looking out for you.”

“Mom, I already had our team lawyer look over the contract, and it’s been signed.”

“That’s not what I mean. I mean, you need someone there to make sure you look your best.”

A pause stretches out and Robyn purses her lips. “I’ll have a makeup artist and hair stylist, mom. And they’re giving me a wardrobe. That’s kind of the whole point… they’re styling me.”

“I know that, sweetie. But you know, they don’t know you like I do. They don’t know your best angles.”

Robyn lets out an exaggerated sigh and slumps into the seat back. “Mom—”

“No, you listen to me. This is your first big brand deal, and we’ve been working hard for this. Other brands are going to take notice, and you need to look your best. I would be mortified if Adidas didn’t know how to capture your shoulders properly.”

“Again with the shoulders?”

“Yes, of course with the shoulders! Listen, I’m sorry you took after your father in that regard—”

“Mom, you’re a swimmer. You also have wide-set shoulders.”

“Yes, but I know how to hide them, dear. That is why I need to be at the photoshoot with you. If this ad campaign is done right, you should be expanding your image not only to other athletic… stuff, but fragrance, makeup, and cars! If you want to be perched on a Cadillac one day, then you need to listen to me.” “ I’m more of a Jeep girl.”

“Robyn!”

“Fine, Mom. You can come.”

“Wonderful,” she chirps, her airy tone returning. “Send me the details, and I’ll meet you there. Oh, this is so exciting! Bye, sweetie!”

“Bye,” she mutters before the call ends.

“What the fuck was that?” I ask.

“That would be my mother, Diedra.”

“She’s, uhh…” I fumble, trying to come up with the right word.

“A pill? Yeah.”

Isaiah brings her hand to his mouth and kisses it. “I forgot she was like that.”

I’m suddenly reminded of what she told me on our first not-date date. “Didn’t you say your parents joke about you needing to make their mistake worth it? The mistake of getting pregnant?”

“And ruining her Olympic career? Yeah,” she snorts.

“Baby, I’m really sorry,” I say, and I rub my hands over her arms. “First of all, your shoulders are a work of art, and if I were you, I’d be showing them off any chance I could.”

She sighs, “Yeah but you’re not a woman.”

“Hey,” Isaiah warns, about to launch into something, but she cuts him off.

“I just mean, you two are really big, definitely masculine men, and no one probably makes fun of you for having feminine or ambiguous features. I, on the other hand, have to constantly show off my femininity by decorating myself. And… I know, I know. I really, actually love makeup and dresses and jewelry, but I wish I could feel free enough to live in my masculine energy too. To wear sweatpants and an old T-shirt once in a while. Outside of rugby. In public! Be able to post videos of myself like that and not have to explain myself .

“Instead, I have to relentlessly keep up my feminine side so that I can show women they can have it both ways. They can be athletes and wear the gown.” She exhales and rubs Isaiah’s hand with her thumb. “I just… I don’t wanna have to think about what I look like so much. So in a really fucked up way, my mom coming to the photoshoot takes away a little bit of that overthinking.”

“I wish I could go with you,” Isaiah says gently.

“Maybe I could,” I say.

Robyn exhales, “No, it’s too risky. Are you forgetting that a lot of people know who you are too?” She rolls her head to look out into the dark evening sky, the glow of red tail lights flickering over her forlorn features. “It’ll be fine, guys. I’ve been dealing with her my entire life. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Deafening silence fills the vehicle as my mind whirs. How do I make this better? How do I make this woman see how beautiful she is no matter what she wears? How worthy she is of love?

A broken sob cuts through my thoughts, and I catch her dabbing under her eyes.

Isaiah’s there first to soothe a hand over her thigh. “Oh no, hey hey hey.”

“Baby,” I plead, my hands squeezing her shoulders. “It’ll be okay. Come here. Come back here with me.”

Wordlessly and without putting up a fight, she unbuckles her seatbelt and deftly climbs between the front seats to straddle me in the back, her arms locking behind my neck as she nestles her face in the crook of my neck. She feels like a puzzle piece locking into place against me. Caressing my hands over her muscled back, I inhale slowly as she releases whatever it is that needs to be extricated.

“Don’t listen to her,” I murmur. “You’re beautiful exactly as you are. You’d be beautiful with bigger shoulders. You’d be beautiful with no shoulders. If you were just a head in a cryogenic chamber, we’d love you.”

Her whimpering laugh slices through the tears, and I take the tiny victory. “Would you still take me dancing?”

“Of course we would.”

“We’d bring you to every rugby game you wanted,” Isaiah adds from the driver’s seat. “I bet they’d give us primo parking and front-row seats.”

“And we’d find one way or another to make you come.”

“You guys are so stupid,” she giggles through the diminishing tears and sniffles loudly. “Thank you.”

“You’re going to look amazing in your Adidas spread,” Zay says, eyes peering into the rearview mirror. “Do you honestly think they’d make you look anything less than extraordinary?”

With a long, shuddering inhale, she waits a beat before answering. “No. I’m really, really excited for this.”

“As you should be,” I say. Her breathing returns to a normal speed, and she slowly pulls away from my neck to look me in the eyes. There’s darkness all around us, but her everlasting sunshine breaks through it all. Even with self-esteem shrouded, her brightness calls to me.

Robyn pushes her chest close to my face and circles her hips against me. “Will you make me feel better?”

Oh. What a delightful little detour.

My eyes catch on Isaiah’s hands flexing around the steering wheel before returning to Robyn. “Is that what you need right now, princess?”

“Please,” she whines, tugging her lip between her teeth.

A better man might tell her to wait until we get home.

I am not a better man.

Thankfully, her white linen shorts have a wide leg, so I easily slip my hand between us and play with the seam of her panties. “This?” I tease, skimming the softest touch where she’s warmest. “Is this what you want?”

Eyes hooding, she hisses, “ Yes.”

“Okay. Only because you're such a good girl for us, and you deserve anything you want.”

There’s a low groan from the front seat, and I catch Zay’s dark blue eyes in the mirror again before I dip a finger under the stretchy material and touch her butter-soft skin. “Do you like knowing he’s right there? Watching. Listening.”

She nods, her eyes closing all the way.

“I know you do. He likes it too. He likes to be punished as much as he wants to fuck you. To fuck me.” Before I even breach her slit, there’s wetness catching on my finger. “Isn't that right, Isaiah?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

A surge of electricity shoots down my spine, and my dick pulses. “Jesus Christ, dude! Warn a man before you call him that!”

There’s a shared giggle that reverberates throughout the cabin of the car before I slide one finger inside her, immediately locating her sweet spot and rubbing it. Her laughter dies, replaced with a sudden gasp.

“What?” I smirk. “Is it not so funny when I tickle this little spot?”

Sharp nails dig behind my bun and lock in as I use my other hand to slide up her leg, swipe under her panties, and grip her backside. The muscles of her wet channel constrict as I apply a thumb to that perfect little button between her legs and play with it.

“Can you hear how wet she is from up there, Zay?”

“Yes.” He’s white-knuckling the steering wheel now. Knowing we turn him on like this is like sipping good whiskey and feeling its warmth radiate from your belly.

“That’s because she’s a good girl. That’s because her body is fucking perfect. Isn’t that right, darlin’?” When she doesn’t reply, I pump inside her hard and lean in to press my face against hers. “Answer me,” I growl, using a tone I don’t even recognize.

“Yes,” she shudders, but I don’t stop my angry thrusting.

“Yes what?” I rasp.

“Yes… my body is perfect.”

“That’s right. You have millions of followers and, if given the chance, every single one of them would worship the ground you walk on. They’d kiss your heels, lick your boots, and beg you to simply look at them.”

“But… only you,” she croaks, completely unable to hold her pleasure at bay. “I only want you guys.”

Isaiah’s eyes find mine again as if both of our hearts beat in tandem—as if we share one mind—and the gravity of what she means catches up to us. I was trying to make her see how desirable she is by talking about how many people want her, love her. But the weight of what it all means settles between us. She has an enormous following—bigger than mine—and no matter what she thinks, she could give a wink to any one of her fans and they’d scoop her up like the rarest ice cream flavor and savor every bite.

That sudden realization has me wondering what her ring size is and making a mental note to talk to my financial advisor.

We’re never letting her go.

Isaiah turns onto his street, and I know we’re only minutes away from his place so I kick up my rhythm to a sex toy-level of relentless vibration.

“Dell!” she cries, and I give myself an early award for turning her tears into something good. Her pussy throbs and spasms as she bucks against my hand, and the music we’re making is better than anything we could find on the radio.

Zay pulls into his dank little garage from the back alley and kills the engine as Robyn rides out the last of her orgasm in my lap.

Without a word, he’s shooting from his seat and whipping around to the back to open my door and haul Robyn out. Like a fucking caveman, he throws her over his shoulder and leaves me to follow him up to the townhouse, up three flights of stairs. Electricity flows in my veins from my rapidly beating heart. I’m worked up, hard as rock, and determined to make her see how beautiful she is no matter what she’s wearing.

When Isaiah reaches his room, he throws her on the bed and tears his T-shirt over his head in one fell swoop.

Okay, that’s hot.

I follow suit and join him on the bed where we hover over our flushed woman. As a team, we peel away her clothes as fast as humanly possible and descend on her breasts—each of us taking one in our mouth and lapping, sucking, tugging her light pink nipples until she’s arching her back and searching for more.

“Go get yourself ready, Zay,” I rasp. He knows exactly what I mean, and even though I know he wants to stay here and enjoy Robyn longer, he wants what’s coming to him too. I devour the pathetic little whimper he gives me before he’s shoving off to the bathroom.

The more Robyn moans, the harder the bar between my legs tries to punch its way out of my jeans. It’s like a heat-seeking missile that’s begging to be launched.

Down boy—we’re just getting started.

For the last week we’ve been warming her up to take us both, but it’s been proving to be a longer process. Not only is she incredibly tight back there, but she’s been scared to take anything more than one finger; and if she’s not relaxed enough, it’s definitely not going to happen.

She’s competitive though, that’s for damn sure. Even as we did our best to fruitlessly warm her up, she never wanted to give up. I realized if Isaiah or I didn’t call it quits for the night, she wasn’t either. So now I’ve learned to cut her off before she gets too worked up and frustrated with herself.

We’ll get there someday, and if we don’t, that’s perfectly fine with me. Not everyone is meant to take a dick up their ass. Her pussy on the other hand is very, very good at taking two.

Robyn

In the next ten seconds, if I don’t have a dick inside me one way or the other, I’m going to combust. Dell, however, has other plans that apparently involve swatting my hand away from unbuckling his belt.

“Please, Dell,” I whine, not caring how desperate I sound.

“No,” he says while flicking his devilish tongue across my nipple. “I like taking care of you.”

Until now, I hadn’t realized how his pleasure Dom ways can be both a blessing and a curse. He gives and gives and gives until we’re incoherent messes waving a white flag—only then will he find his own release. I can't take it anymore. I need to please him like I need to breathe, and he has yet to let me suck him off. Him or Isaiah.

“I know you do,” I moan. “But I want to.”

Removing his mouth, he leans up to join me face-to-face while slipping his fingers between my legs and rolling us to our sides. “Baby, I can get off from this alone,” he says, his eyes darkening and his meaning clear. He gently pinches my clit, still swollen and needy from my backseat climax, and I inhale sharply.

“This is what I love,” he coos. “The sight of you coming apart for me is everything I want.”

Daring to touch his stomach, I trace along where his warm skin meets denim. I try my best to collect my thoughts before speaking. “Yes, but… is that a hard limit for you?” When he doesn’t answer, I search those pools of chestnut brown. “Because if it’s not, then I’m begging you to let me. I’m telling you I need it .”

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and stills his hand inside me. “No. It’s not a hard limit.”

Eagerly, I take the next logical step and surprise him by rolling him to his back, straddling his waist, and pinning his arms above his head. “Do you have any hesitations?” I ask sincerely.

The way his Adam’s apple bobs has me on edge once again. Shit. Did I already push this too far? Thankfully, he smiles.

“No, I just… It’s hard for me to give up control sometimes.”

An energetic little devil perches on my shoulder and whispers to me before I relay it to the Greek god staring up at me. Slowly I say, “Then tell me to do this. Tell me to take off your pants and put my soft lips around your aching cock.”

Tight hands grip both of my hips. “Fuuuck.”

Like a snake, I slither forward and roll my body against his, cascading my breath over his jaw. “What if I called you Daddy?”

“Princess,” he warns.

I don’t know where this new-found seductress has manifested itself from, but she’s fucking hot and I like her. “No one has ever taken care of me like you do. Wouldn’t you like for me to thank you… Daddy?”

And that’s it—he snaps.

“Goddammit,” he hisses. “Yes. Take my pants off.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I scoot down and unfasten him as quickly as possible before ripping his jeans, briefs, and socks away.

Just like the rest of him, Dell’s length, with its slight up-curve and ruddy crown, is perfect. Dark blonde curls dust the base and short, manicured hairs lead to his navel. How dare this man be so delicious? He’s raw and rugged. When Isaiah told me about Dell riding a horse like a pro, I nearly came then and there.

I wonder if there’s a cowboy hat laying around here somewhere…

“Lick the tip.”

Oh, that’s right.

Fixing my eyes on his, he throws both arms behind his head and watches me with a hooded expression. Wetting my lips, I descend on him with a small o-shape, and gently suction his tip. When he exhales, I give a little flutter over his slit and his eyes roll back before giving me a sexy groan. “Yes, baby.”

With his mind distracted, I pleasure him with my own agenda. I want this to be slow and torturous. I want to take my time and learn every inch of him. I want him to know how fucking good I am at this.

Removing my mouth from his crown, I replace it with gentle fingertips caressing in small circles while I run my nose along his velvety shaft and nuzzle him.

Hot, wet kisses are placed on every available inch of his groin, shaft, balls, and taint before I lick a long stripe up the seam of his sac. The low, thunderous purring coming from the head of the bed has me surging with sexual power, and the precum I’m smearing between my fingers and his tip feels like I’m conducting some kind of sinful orchestra.

After a few more minutes of exploratory kisses, I slide a fist down his bulbous crown and back up, jerking him as gently as I can. With the other hand, I lift his testes and press my tongue firmly against his taint. I fight back a smile when his knees shoot up to either side and his hands fly down to grasp his thighs.

“Fuck, darlin’.”

Suddenly a naked Isaiah comes back into the room, and witnessing his jaw drop is its own kind of satisfaction. “ She gets to blow you?” he asks, quickly coming to my side and rubbing his hands all over Dell’s abdomen and legs.

“Do you want to help her?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then get down there and put that pretty little mouth to good use, Isaiah.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Oh my god,” he groans. “You two with this Daddy shit is gonna have me— ughh! ” Dell grunts as Zay replaces my hand on his shaft with his own and immediately takes him down to the root. With both hands available, I now fondle his sac as my tongue explores.

Dell places a hand on the back of our lover’s head and holds tight to the dark brunette strands. Isaiah’s hair is about three inches in length, and I never noticed just how grippable it is until this very moment.

We’re working in tandem to drive Dell up a wall, and I’m loving the team energy we’re applying to this blowjob. Look at us go! Dell’s losing his mind and starting to thrust, I’m turned the hell on and ready to ride someone (or two someones), and Isaiah is sucking dick like he’s done it a hundred times.

He probably did a lot of research for this too.

Nerd.

Sexy, beefy, no-longer-a-virgin jock nerd.

I’m wet.

Isaiah rips his head away to gasp, a long trail of saliva billowing in his departure before he swiftly lowers himself again—his hand leading the way down Dell’s cock in forceful strokes.

“Yes,” he croaks, his muscles tensing everywhere, his balls pulling in tight, right before he says, “I’m gonna come,” and jerks Isaiah’s head away just in time to hold his head in place and shoot rope after rope of cum all over his face. It lands in Zay’s dark beard and across his nose, forehead, and cheeks. It lands across the biggest smile Isaiah Johanssen has ever had .

Holy fucking shit.

In a flash Dell is sitting upright and pulling us with him. He frantically licks Isaiah’s entire face, beard and all, while stroking my hips and backside as I straddle his quad, definitely leaving a wet spot. “You two did so well. Oh, my sweet, sweet,” he pants, then switches to kiss me, “delicious… little pets.”

Ooooooh I like that.

Something seems to unlock in him when I whimper between passionate kisses, because one moment I’m humping his thick tattooed leg, relaxing into his mouth, and the next he’s off the bed, walking to Isaiah’s closet and coming out with several silk ties.

He knots two of them together and without looking up, he asks, “How do you feel about bondage, Robyn?”

I can’t look away from his big, strong hands as the fabric slices between his fingers. “Never done it. Sounds hot.”

“Good. Lay face down on the bed. Tie her wrists to the bed frame, Zay. Leave a little slack for wiggle room.”

A frisson of desire tickles inside my pussy and shoots up into my brain before I squeal and flip over, bouncing with glee. Dell has me raise my ass in the air, and he ties my ankles to each corner at the foot of the bed as Isaiah does the same for my wrists at the head.

“Mmm,” a low, masculine growl rumbles, and Dell blindfolds me with one last tie. Then he’s murmuring in the shell of my ear, “You’re going to listen to me.”

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly.

“If you wanna tap out, just tell me, baby. Stop or No is all you need to say.”

“Okay,” I say, unable to hide my giddiness. I can’t see them, but the bed dips on either side, and large hands are smoothing over my back and legs, then up to my neck and down my arms.

Dell speaks. “Do you know why you’re tied up like this? ”

“Because I called you Daddy?”

Isaiah’s answering chuckle is the first thing I hear before Dell releases a playfully indignant sigh. “No, princess.” Fingertips trace up the shallow dip in my spine to my upper back, sending a blanket of goosebumps over my skin. “It’s because we want to worship your shoulders. We want them wide and on display for us. We want you to feel how much we love your body.”

Oh.

“And you don’t fucking hide it for anyone,” he grits out, his voice like gravel.

I’m stunned for a moment as I lay here with my face in the sheets. He’s right though. I know he is. I project this message to my fans that they don’t need to hide themselves, that they should take up space and be proud of what their bodies are capable of, no matter how big or small. But we’re all human aren’t we? We all falter, and self-doubt creeps in and offers us the easy way of thinking—the harmful way of thinking.

And here I am with two watchful sets of eyes, waiting to slap that bullshit out of my head when it finds a weak spot to worm itself in.

“Do you understand me?” Dell asks again.

I swallow and nod. “I won’t hide them for anyone.”

There’s a soft kiss to my shoulder blade. “Good girl.”

There’s a distinct bristle of a beard and pliant lips pressing against my skin on the other side, and four hands caress every muscle and curve of my body, every limb. Never would I have thought burning alive could be so pleasurable. Never would I have thought being commanded into body acceptance could be both erotic and tender.

I feel so loved.

With every graze of their hands and press of their lips, my pussy pulses in anticipation. I want to zip my legs together and grind against anything—a pillow, a thigh—hell, I could probably get off on nothing more than my crossed legs, but I’m stuck here, bound to each corner of the bed.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Isaiah whispers along my neck, his hands massaging my shoulders.

Dell trails his tongue along my lower spine before asking, “Are you forgetting how you struck me like lightning that first time we met on the street? Your glorious neck and strong shoulders were on display like the fucking goddess you are.”

That moment has replayed in my mind like a highlight reel since it happened. I’ve been catcalled and objectified enough times by strange men that walking down the street looking as fine as I felt that day should have put me on high alert. But the way Dell did it—the way true electricity and magic sparked between us the moment we locked eyes, the way he looked as if he’d been struck in the heart by Cupid’s arrow—I felt the opposite of objectified. I felt as though he could see into my soul and find himself already there. He saw his place amongst my flailing heart, right next to Isaiah.

“I remember,” I say wistfully. “You took my breath away with how handsome you were.”

“I think I could have married you on the spot.”

How ridiculous, I think, but a girlish thrill races through my body, causing me to tuck my forehead deeper into the mattress, my smile a mile wide and my body temperature spiking.

“I think she likes that,” Isaiah muses and nips at the juncture of my neck. His hands slide beneath and play with my breasts, sending another direct hit to my aching cunt. A hand slips between my legs and glides along the crease of my ass before dipping inside my wet center.

“Princess,” Dell coos, and it’s like I can hear his smirk. He presses two fingers between my lower lips and inserts. “Are you ready for your two, big boyfriends to cherish you?”

Truth be told I already feel like that, but my pussy is a greedy girl and she’s screaming at me to let them in. I bite my lip even though I know they can’t see it before whining, “Yes, Daddy.”

Dell pumps his fingers into me faster, and I nearly choke. “You keep that up and I’m going to rip that IUD out.”

“Jesus,” Isaiah mutters. “I think I just got pregnant.”

My sentiments exactly.

“Get under her, Zay.”

Yes! Dom Dell is the fucking best.

With a bit of finagling, Isaiah shifts his body under mine as I starfish over him. I have just enough room to bend my arms a little. As soon as he’s settled, that hot bar between his legs finds my cunt, and he coats his shaft in my arousal—the arousal that’s been building since the car ride.

I love the way his chest hair feels against my soft skin. That tantalizing friction against my nipples only heightens my need. I love the way his belly gives way to me when I roll my hips against this.

Though Zay’s hands are on my back, his cock dances along my opening—Dell must be guiding him. The smell of coconut beard oil and cum swirl into a heady combination right before Isaiah plants a searing kiss on me. Our tongues tangle, our teeth fight, all of it aiding the anticipation of that first—

“ Ughh, ” we both groan into each other as he sinks in with one fast thrust.

“Yes,” our Dom rasps from behind us before his mouth fuses to where Zay’s length meets my flesh. While I’m making out with Zay, Dell’s down there making out with our sexes, and all the while a thick cock is pumping into me.

What did I do to deserve this kind of mind-blowing attention and skill? I should be paying for this!

Dell’s hands spread me open wider and he growls between noisy tongue-lashings, “You two taste so good.” Suddenly fingers make their presence known and slip in next to Isaiah’s cock, spreading me. “That’s it, baby.”

“Robyn,” the man beneath me moans, but it’s more like awe-struck wonder. “Why are you so good to me?” he asks, completely unable to detach from each other’s lips and skating his hands all over my back.

“Because I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Dell lets out an audible breath. “You guys,” he drawls in a cutesy tone. “That was beautiful.” Then his tone shifts into something sinister, and there’s a second blunt tip pressing at my entrance, demanding access. “Now show me how you take two beautiful cocks.”

It’s so fucking tight, but he pushes his through the mind-melting stretch. “Yes,” I squeak, and my breath catches as he forces his way in.

Isaiah’s holding me so tight with one hand on my nape and the other digging into my waist—like if he lets go of me, everything will fall apart. “Fuck me,” he bellows.

“I’m trying,” Dell says huskily, but there’s a strong undercurrent of strain. “Why does your cock have to be so goddamn thick and pretty, Isaiah? Why does your pussy have to be so fucking hungry, Robyn, hmm?” With another strenuous push, Dell sinks in all the way and I’m definitely stretched to my limit. “ Fuuuuck. ”

“So perfect,” Dell sighs, his hands taking their place on my ass as he methodically pumps into me, finding a rhythm with Isaiah and making me feel so… damn… good . If I wasn’t already blindfolded, my eyes would shut on their own. A tasty little earlobe finds its way between my teeth and I nibble, causing Zay to shudder the same way I am.

“Let’s have some fun,” I whisper as softly as possible and he nods instantly. “Call him Daddy.”

His breathing changes for a brief moment like he’s blown out a giggle, and with the next surge of their cocks, Isaiah lets out a pussy-clenching whimper, “Yes, Daddy. ”

Oh my god—there’s just something about a big grumpy Isaiah shedding his facade and giving into his inner submissive that has me hurtling dangerously close toward an orgasm. Joy and arousal clamor for dominance in my belly at his words, and I bite my lip for the toe-curling, impending wrath.

“Fucking hell,” Dell chokes out, and his hands grip me harder. He slams into me but between their holds on me, I barely move an inch. I’m locked in and I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.

“Oh shit,” Zay grunts. “It’s too much. I’m gonna—”

“No, you’re not,” Dell barks. “I swear to god, Isaiah, if you come too soon I will make you watch for the rest of the week with your dick in a cage.”

That unexpected mental image has me falling over the edge, my inner muscles seizing around them. “Don’t stop!”

“Daddy wouldn’t dream of it,” Dell growls, and every last one of my brain cells vanish in a haze.

“Not… fair,” Isaiah painfully musters out.

Together, my pussy and I weep, and when my climax flashes, it’s blinding, white-hot pleasure engulfs me. Words cannot be formed. Only animalistic noises erupt from our joined bodies.

When the smallest fraction of my brain reemerges, I realize they’re both completely still. Before I can say anything, they’re pulling out, and Zay is removing his body from underneath me. It seems coordinated, but I’m too lost in a fog of orgasmic bliss to hear anything.

The next thing I register are my ankles and wrists being untied, and I’m flipped on my back. With the blindfold still in place, I can only rely on my other senses for understanding, but I’m too lost in a sex-drunk cloud to care.

A yummy body with a fuzzy round belly settles on top of me, and pillow-soft whiskers nuzzle into my neck. Zay’s cock plunges into me without warning—or maybe there was a warning, I don’t know. I can’t connect a single dot from my body to my brain, and I don’t want to. All I want is the heavy weight of a man pressing in and holding me close.

A sharp inhale from the hot body above me whispers into my mouth, followed by a low grunt. “Yes. Oh, god, Dell.”

“You’re doing great, baby. Stay still and push—yes. Just like that. That’s perfect.”

With Isaiah sheathed inside me for safe keeping, Dell opens him up. No, I can’t see it, but just imagining it has me building, building…

“Stop. Clenching,” Isaiah warns me with a tremble to his voice.

“She can’t help it,” Dell drawls, clearly amused by our state of arousal. “Can you, princess? And what would happen if I pushed…”

Isaiah releases a sudden gasp and his cock pulses inside of me.

“—that little spot.”

Zay does his best to collect himself, but it’s a losing battle. “Please, D-Dell. Please hurry. I need you. I need her.”

“I love it when you beg. You’re almost there, baby. Let’s see… one more finger,” he muses, sounding like some kind of villain scientist performing an experiment. “There he is. You think you’re ready?”

“Yes!” Isaiah barks, his impatience palpable.

Dell only chuckles before Isaiah inhales sharply. “Make that ass swallow my cock, baby.” With every inch pushed into him, Isaiah grows harder inside me. His coarse pubic hair scratches along my bare pussy, right where I was stretched, and I find myself chasing that beautiful scratch.

“Perfect,” Dell hums. “Ready when you are, baby.”

“Thank fuck,” he says and resumes his impressive thrusting. But now, they’re punctuated with the force of Dell behind him. Between the clapping of skin on skin, the tongue fucking my mouth is receiving, and the deft fingers that have just found their way to my clit, I’m back in my cloud and bucking mindlessly.

“Make her come one more time, and I’ll reward you.”

“Yes,” Zay huffs, and he pounds into me harder and faster, adding more pressure to the steady strum against my engorged bundle of nerves with his fingers.

God, these men with their powerful thighs are relentless!

My knees fly up to his sides and I squeeze him as my—I don’t know, millionth?—climax bursts. I have him so tightly bound to my body that his hand stills, but it doesn’t stop me from grinding on it like a wild animal, completely at a loss of control of my own body.

I’m still getting second-hand blows from him via Dell’s relentless hips when he commands, “Come for me, Zay. Come inside our girl.”

It only takes him three more thrusts before Isaiah goes rigid and he’s shooting inside of me, grunting like some feral beast and joining me in heaven.

“ Ohhhyeahhh, ” Dell exhales. “That’s so… fucking… beautiful.” He grunts and his pumping falters. “Jesus H., your ass is perfect.”

“ Mmm, ” Isaiah groans, sinking his lips against mine once again and humming his happiness into me as Dell finally stills.

Finally taking a deep breath.

There’s a new hand on my calf where it cradles Isaiah’s waist. “You both did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.”

His praising words wash over and swaddle me in my ethereal state.

I’m a good girl.

As we detach from one another, Dell leaves and returns with warm, wet washcloths to clean us, then comes back again with glasses of water and kisses. He gently inspects both of us to check for any tears or accidental bruising. Reluctantly, I dash to the bathroom to relieve myself before snuggling back in.

“How do you feel, darlin’?” Dell asks, sliding in behind me as Isaiah holds me to his chest. Zay’s bed is not big enough for the three of us, but no one seems to care.

“Lovely,” I reply dreamily, still floating high.

“Do you feel thoroughly worshiped?”

A lazy, satiated smile crosses my face. “Yes.”

Dell kisses my shoulder. “Good. And you, baby?”

Zay leans over me to kiss Dell before murmuring, “Wrecked in the best way.”

The scent of sweat and sex seep in like a drug, lulling me deeper into something perfect. “I love you guys. Good game.”

To my amusement, both of them smile and tap each other’s asses, then mine, and repeat the quintessential phrase of every good sport.

“Good game.”

“Good game, buddy.”