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Lincoln

H ow the fuck did I get here? Physically, mentally, everything. I’m stunned speechless by Spencer’s confession. How does a woman this incredible get to be in her thirties and never experience a real orgasm? She admitted her struggles, and I believe they’re real. But I also have complete faith we can relax her enough and get her out of her head to repeat that dream-like orgasm I made her have.

I. Made. Her. Have… Fuck .

Had I known that was truly her first pleasurable orgasm, I might have felt more guilty. Or maybe less guilty? Is that why she ran away and showered? Did she not understand what her body had just gone through?

As I watch Axel suck on Tucker’s fingers, I think of all the ways I’m going to make this woman come again.

“Do you trust us, Dream Girl?”

“Of course.” Her answer comes without hesitation.

“Then let us make you feel good. You lay here and relax, and we’ll do all the heavy lifting.”

The excitement and anticipation in the room is palpable. Everyone slowly resumes what they were previously doing and she was enjoying, except Tucker.

“Little Miss, can I sit behind you? I want to help you relax your mind while they relax your body.” She nods at him, and he moves to the head of the bed. They rearrange so her back is leaning on his chest, and he massages his fingers into her hair.

Miller and I give our full attention to her luscious breasts while Axel continues his work between her legs. Knowing what we do now, we’re all more purposeful with our actions—slower strokes, gentler nips and sucks. We’ll be the tortoise in this race.

I can tell the difference in her moaning. While her moans earlier were eager and needy, these are breathier and gentle. The same underlying tone of pleasure creeps into her noises, but the softer sounds show more enjoyment. Tucker whispers words of praise into her ears that’s making my already aching cock throb.

“Close your eyes, Little Miss. I don’t want you to look. I just want you to feel. Take a deep breath for me. Good girl.”

Tucker’s voice grows huskier as he describes what she’s feeling.

“Let me be your eyes. Do you feel the boys worshiping your pert rosy nipples?” She hmms her answer. “Do you like the little nips and licks, or would you prefer they get a little rougher? Lincoln, show her the difference.”

Hell, fucking, yes.

I suck her into my mouth deeper and flick my tongue eagerly. Before I pull away, I graze her with my teeth, giving just the tiniest bit of pain. Miller likes a nip to his nipples, and I thought Spencer might too. Something that could cause pleasure but also keep her slightly grounded to reality. If her corresponding moan means anything, I guess my assumption was correct.

“Oh god. Yes, that.”

“You heard her brother. Whatever you just did, keep doing it. Wonderful job. Tell me what you like. Now, do you want Miller to continue what he’s doing, keeping his slow gentleness with his mouth, or would you like Lincoln to tell him how to mirror his actions? I know how soft and skilled his tongue is. It feels incredible, doesn’t it.?”

“Stay.” Her word is a passing breath on her lips. This is the sweetest torture. I know what she’s feeling. He does have the softest, most skilled tongue, and it’s fucking hot that Tucker knows it too.

“Alright, one more. I want you to feel their mouths, but can you tell me what you feel Axel doing? Don’t focus on any one sensation. Just tell me what you feel.” Spencer tilts her head to the side and looks up at Tucker.

“Kiss me.” He groans and takes her lips. I have to reach down and adjust myself. I’m trying my best not to hump the bed, but I’m getting close to losing that battle.

Tucker pulls away from the kiss and places a soft hand around her neck. His fingers push deeper into the side—he’s checking her pulse.

“Stop distracting me, you siren. Tell me what Axel’s tongue is doing to you.” Her eyes close, and she adjusts her head so she’s centered on his chest.

“His tongue is hot and slippery. Or am I the slippery one?” I feel her shift as she opens her eyes and leans forward to look at Axel. He feels her movement as well and pops his head up, smiling.

“Tails?”

“Am I that wet?”

“It’s like a slip and slide down here.” I can’t take another second of this. I can see her arousal glistening on Axel’s face, and I need to know what she tastes like. I grab him by the throat and launch myself down Spencer’s body. When my lips touch his, I shove my tongue in his mouth and swirl, looking for any remnant of her essence. It’s there. They taste like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, mixed together. He battles his tongue with mine, not for dominance but to make sure I get as much of her taste as I need.

I release my hold on Axel’s neck and drop my forehead to Spencer’s stomach. “Fuck, woman. You’re heaven inside and out.”

I pivot my head to look at her, and she smiles at me. “I could say the same about you. Any of you.”

“I need you to relax, Little Miss. We have a job to do.” Tucker’s hands move up to either side of her head, and he threads his fingers through her hair, starting at her temples. She moans and melts into him. “I have a question for you since this seems to have been the catalyst of your stress both times. Can Axel put his fingers inside you, or would you rather he just use his tongue?”

“In. Inside. I’m sorry I keep stopping you—”

“Shhh.” He puts a finger over her lips. “Never apologize for telling us your comfort level.” She opens her mouth to speak, and I surround her nipple with my tongue, drowning whatever she was about to say. Miller chuckles and runs his hand through my hair. My moan vibrates across Spencer’s chest, and she giggles. I love her giggle.

“No more stalling, ma’am. Close your eyes.” I turn my head to watch Axel, whose shoulders dips as he adjusts his position and enters Spencer. She gasps, and we all pause, wondering if she’s okay.

“Don’t stop. No one stop.”

“Are you feeling the tingle low in your stomach? Maybe it’s a fluttering?”

“Y-yes. Butterflies.”

“Good Girl. Now listen to me. Don’t think about it.” Tucker is whispering now. I’m close enough to hear him, but he wants to make sure she knows this conversation is just for them. “I want you to think about when you and I sat on the floor right next to this bed. Do you remember what you were doing?”

“Loading ammo.”

Ammo, not ammunition. Her mind is already beginning to melt for us.

“Is that soothing? Centering? Does it help you drown out the world around you?”

“Yes.”

“Go there. Take your mind to the place that soothes you.” Tucker’s hands leave her hair and trails a path down her shoulders to her wrists that lay limp at her sides and back up. Her hips buck, telling us she’s getting closer. Tucker’s hands trail back down and stop at her palms, rubbing circles in them.

“Little Miss, how many rounds are in a standard magazine for a Glock 19.”

“Fifteen.” Spencer’s knowledge of firearms has always been a turn-on for me.

“In your mind, I want you to imagine loading an empty clip. Count them out loud.”

Without hesitation, she begins to count.

“One….Two…” A look passes between Axel and Tucker. “Three… Foo-ooh.”

“Four. Keep going,” Tucker counts for her.

“Four,” she whispers. “Five.” Her stomach muscles jump, and I know she’s almost there. Does she? “S-six….Se-EVEN.”

“Seven. Good girl,” Tucker purrs in her ear.

“Eight.” That number was purely a moan. A moan different than any one I’ve heard yet from her. “Ninetenelev—”

“Nine. Ten. Keep going.”

Her breathing is quick and shallow. Her fingers wiggle. She’s feeling the tingling.

“El-el-elev. Oh god. Of fuck. Tucker.” Spencer never curses. It’s happening.

“It’s okay, Little Miss. Eleven. Listen to my voice. Twelve.” She reaches up and grabs handfuls of his hair, and by the look on his face, he loves it.

I need to be selfish. I want to watch her fall apart. I lean back and replace my mouth with my fingers, rolling and pinching. Miller sees me and does the same; his fingers make gentle circles around her nipple.

“Thirteen.” Tucker barely gets the words out when Spencer’s toes curl, and her mouth drops open. She stops breathing just as her legs try to clamp around Axel’s head. I grab her thigh and open it back up. Miller takes her other leg, and together, we spread her open as she bucks and her orgasm rushes through her body.

Axel places a firm hand over her pubic bone to try and keep her in place. Tucker whispers in her ear, but I’m transfixed on Spencer’s face. She’s silent with her mouth agape. Small squeaks pass her vocal cords. When she finally lets go, the moan that she produces is a feral scream of pure ecstasy.

“Please. Please.” Her eyes pop open, and she stares down at Axel. Spencer’s blues are swimming in a pool of tears as Axel sits up on his knees with a giant smile.

“I-I-I…” She’s overwhelmed, overstimulated, but sated. She doesn’t know how to react. Tucker senses it and pulls her hands out of his hair. He crosses his arms over her chest and hugs her close. Miller and I surround either side of her, and Axel leans up and lies gently on her chest.

Together, we form a barrier as she cries. Orgasms can be many things: relieving, cathartic, an escape. In Spencer’s case, knowing her history, I imagine this was a trauma dump for her. She was convinced she couldn’t orgasm at all. She had resigned to the fact that she couldn’t relax enough to make it happen. We proved her wrong, and her system needs a moment to process all that emotion.

As proud as all of us are right now, that’s on the back burner. Spencer’s mental security is our top priority. She needs to feel safe, and it needs to be with us.

We hold Spencer, our limbs tangling together. Tucker whispers words of praise and encouragement in her ears again. Daddy Tucker to the rescue.

Spencer’s tears stop, but none of us move. Several minutes pass, and her eyes flutter closed. She must be exhausted—we all are. It’s been a long, sleepless day for most of them.

BEEP-BEEP. BEEP-BEEP.

“ Nooooo,” Axel whines from his space between Spencer’s breasts.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s the alarm. The three of us have to get ready for work, Babe.” Miller deflates as he says the words.

“And we’re all going to have the worst case of blue balls all night.” Axel looks up at Spencer. “But god, was it fucking worth it. You did incredible, Tails. Thank you for the honor. I don’t take it lightly.” She wiggles a hand out of Tucker’s grip and runs it through Axel’s hair.

“It was a group effort. Thank you. All of you. How about the three of us shower quickly to wake up?” She gives Axel and Miller a sweet smile.

“No fair.” I pout my lip and bat my eyes at them. Axel punches my arm.

“First, talk to me in the morning after you’ve gotten a good night’s sleep. And second, do you see this hair? If I don’t shower and tame this mane, I’ll scare all the small children tonight.”

I lean over and kiss his forehead, then Miller’s. “Both good points. Go shower.” I kiss Spencer and linger a little longer before sitting up and watching them all walk to the bathroom.

“I could get used to this, Tuck.”

“Me too, little brother. You’re sleeping on the couch.” With a thud, I land on the floor, Tucker having pushed me off the bed.

“Asshole.”

“Love you too.”