Page 57 of The Illusion of Power (Passion and Politics #1)

SELENE

B eck is still in bed when Cal and I walk into the room hand in hand.

He’s tangled in the sheets. His chest bare. His eyes closed with his hands behind his head and a soft, contented smile on his handsome face. I’ve never seen him this relaxed. He doesn’t even tense when the door closes, like all thoughts of danger and vigilance cease to exist inside these walls.

I like that attitude so much, I adopt it for myself, pushing all of my worries and stresses out of my mind as I toe out of my shoes and slip out of my clothes quietly. Cal watches me strip, his eyes liquid heat as he sits the empty ice pail down with a clang.

“Did you get the ice?” Beck asks, still unaware that I’m here. I tiptoe over to the edge of the bed, and Cal fights back a laugh.

“No, love, I didn’t get the ice, but I brought back something better.”

Beck’s eyes pop open, and he blinks rapidly at me like I’m a mirage he’s trying to clear from his vision. I climb up the bed slowly, watching his face transform from disbelief to desire as he sits up to greet me.

“Gorgeous,” he breathes, pulling me close as I straddle him. “How are you here right now?”

His hands are everywhere as I explain the circumstances that led me here, running down my sides and gripping my hips, snaking around to caress my breasts and tweak my nipples. But the whole time, his eyes are on my face, watching my reaction to his touch.

I dig my nails into his scalp, dragging them down until they’re buried in the corded muscles of his neck. “I missed you.”

We’ve seen each other every day, but we haven’t had this closeness since the night of the debate. Beck growls his pleasure at my confession against my throat, kissing and licking his way up to my jaw and then my lips.

Then Cal is there, his bare chest against my back, his body a seat for me to relax into as Beck’s tongue swirls into my mouth, plundering, tasting, ruining me.

“We missed you,” Cal whispers into my ear, sucking gingerly on the lobe and then down my neck, layering kisses over the invisible imprint of Beck’s lips on my skin. “You’re all I think about.”

“….in every single one of my dreams,” Beck murmurs, biting my bottom lip, holding firm even when Cal turning my head in his direction causes it to stretch between us.

He lets me go with an evil grin that sears itself into my mind.

I see it when I close my eyes and surrender to Cal’s kiss, whimpering gratefully when he swipes his tongue over the abused flesh to soothe it.

“He’s being a bad boy today,” he says, sliding his hand down my body to lift my breast to Beck’s mouth. He accepts the offering instantly, peering up at us with grateful eyes as he pulls my nipple into his mouth, sucking with such force it makes me cry out loudly.

Cal silences me with another kiss, moving his hand from my chest to the apex of my thighs where he finds me wet.

Callused fingertips part my folds, honing in on my clit with perfect accuracy.

I moan into his mouth, and the sound is raw pleasure.

Unchecked desire that turns into panic when Beck retreats.

Out of the corner of my eye, I’m able to see that he’s just laying down again, onyx eyes focused on Cal’s hand between my legs as he works to get his dick out from underneath me.

I lift up just a bit, and Cal slides me back, anchoring me to him while Beck jerks off to and for us.

Everything happened so fast the other night, I didn’t get to fully take in all of the details of either man’s body.

I felt Beck inside of me, lived with the slight ache in my core that he left me with, but I had no idea he was that fucking big.

My jaw drops, disbelief rushing through me to mix with the pleasure pooling in the pit of my stomach.

“You fit all of that inside me?” I gasp.

“Yes, gorgeous, and you took it like a fucking champ.” He pulls a bottle of lube from underneath a pillow and squeezes a generous amount into his palm, using it to cover his tip and every gloriously veined inch of his shaft.

I watch, mesmerized, as he resumes stroking himself, imagining what he must have looked like disappearing inside of me.

“She wants you again,” Cal says, clearly talking to Beck. “She’s getting wetter watching you stroke that big fucking dick.”

Both Beck and I moan. His strokes become faster, and Cal matches the tempo he sets with ease.

Beck bites down on his lip hard, his hips bucking and legs twitching as long ropes of cum erupt from his tip.

The sight of him milking his dick sends me over the edge, and I turn, smashing my lips against Cal’s to keep from being too loud.

The kiss and the orgasm go on forever, prolonged by his continuous touch and the sound of Beck’s ragged pants.

My neck starts to burn from being stretched in such an awkward position for so long, but it doesn’t matter because the rest of me is burning as well.

I’m a flame, an inferno, and every touch, kiss, lick, from my lovers is a drop of gasoline and the strike of a match.

I disappear inside the fire, resigning myself to a fate of being turned to ash as long as these men are destroyed too.

When the tremors have subsided, and my body is nothing but a pliant heap of skin and muscle, Cal flips me over onto my back.

I stretch my arms above my head, reaching for something to hold on to as he disappears between my legs.

What I find, or rather what finds me, is Beck’s hand.

He slides down the bed until he’s next to me, threading our fingers together before propping himself up on one elbow to watch Cal.

I’m too tired to lift my head to see, but when his hands part my thighs and his breath is a warm wash over my skin, I have no choice but to muster up the energy to.

Twin pools of copper and brass hold me hostage as he gives me one, long, heavy lick with the flat of his tongue.

My back arches, and he pauses, looking to Beck.

“That’s a good thing, Drake,” he says, laughing ruefully. “Just remember what I told you: her body will tell you everything you need to know.”

I’m swimming in sensation, nearing the point of the only kind of overstimulation I don’t hate, so I’m not sure I’m reading into Beck’s encouragement correctly.

“So, he’s never…” I lose the thought when Cal slips a finger inside me and flicks his tongue over my clit.

Beck leans over and drops a kiss on my lips. “No, gorgeous, you’re the first woman he’s ever wanted,” he whispers, a wicked smile on his face when he pulls away. “I taught him everything I know, so you won’t be disappointed.”

“ Oh, God.”

It’s too much. They are too much. These two men who protect me, who learn me, who take the time to teach each other what they know. We haven’t put a name to it yet, not officially, but I know what this is.

Love.

Pure and unadulterated.

Passionate and intentional.

I feel it everywhere, bubbling in my chest, trickling down my spine, wrapping itself like a vice around my heart, squeezing and squeezing until I combust, exploding into a thousand tiny pieces that fill the air and float down, returning me to my body just in time to see the pride shining in Cal’s eyes when I coat his chin, neck, and chest in my juices.

Beck laughs and curses, stealing a kiss from Cal as he crawls up my body.

My heart is racing when he presses his chest to mine, and I’m so satisfied, more satisfied than I’ve ever been in my entire life, but I still want more.

His eyes tell me he’ll give it to me, that he’ll give me whatever I want, so I don’t bother asking, I just take.

I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my heels at his back, trapping him against me, urging him closer until the flared head of his dick is kissing my entrance.

He’s not as big as Beck, probably just a few inches shorter, but there’s no part of me left untouched as he slides inside.

There’s no resistance either, just a slow glide made easy by two orgasms.

His jaw tenses as my walls squeeze around him involuntarily. He lays his forehead against mine. “Fuck, Selene. You’ll have to tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?”

“You won’t hurt her,” Beck assures him. “You’ve never hurt me.”

The inadvertent revelation reawakens the images of them fucking that only live in my mind.

Before this moment, I’ve alternated between Beck curved over Cal’s back and Cal curved over his.

Now I know which it actually is, and my brain won’t stop conjuring new scenarios that get filthier by the second.

Cal studies me, a slow smile appearing on his face as he reads me easily. “You like the idea of me fucking him, pet?” He pulls out and slides back in slowly, feeding me his length an inch at a time.

“She likes it,” Beck says, moving to his knees and guiding the hand he was just holding to his erection, which is still slick from the lube and his cum. I fist his dick and he rocks into my grip, fucking my hand while Cal pumps into my pussy.

“One day you’ll watch me fuck him, pet. Would you like that?”

“ Yes ,” I moan, clawing helplessly at his back with my free hand and digging my heels into his ass.

With a growl, he slides his arms between the mattress and my back and flips us over so I’m on top.

The adjustment forces me to let go of Beck, but he doesn’t breathe a word of complaint.

He just stands and picks up where I left off, stroking his dick as he rounds the bed to watch me ride Cal.

“That’s right, gorgeous,” he whispers in my ear, his hand bumping into my ass every time he brings his fist to his tip. “Ride his dick just like that. Show him why this is the first pussy he’s ever fucked.”

Letting out a torturous moan, Cal throws his head back into the mattress. “If you keep talking to her like that, I’m going to come, love.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Beck quips, dropping to his knees.

At first, I can’t figure out what he’s doing down there, and really, I’m too caught up in the way Cal is stretching and filling me to care, but then the slurping noises start, and Cal lets out a sound that can only be described as a howl, and I’m intrigued.

I lean forward, nearly lying flat on him to get to his ear. “Tell me what he’s doing to you.”

He’s so far gone, so lost in the pleasure of us, he struggles to form a coherent thought. His throat works to expel the few words he has strung together. “Sucking balls,” he gasps, swallowing hard. “Finger—” his eyes roll into the back of his head “—in ass.”

I swirl my hips, feeling the beginnings of another release spawn when Cal’s dick twitches inside me. “Does it feel good?”

“So good, pet. It’s so good.”

I believe him. The breaks in his voice and his fluttering eyelids leave me with no choice but to.

He’s holding so still for Beck, so it’s up to me to take over our rhythm.

Since I can’t feel or see what Beck is doing, I have to count on Cal’s reactions to let me know when we’re in sync.

As soon as his breath hitches, I know I’ve got him, and my movements become more about granting him his pleasure than finding mine.

Still, by some miracle, we come together, panting and laughing, when Beck climbs up on the bed, still hard but happy.

He strokes his fingers along my back and Cal’s legs.

The touches are tender and caring at first, but then they turn incendiary when he follows a trail of Cal and I’s mixed release back up to the place where we’re still joined.

“Fuck, he made a mess of you.”

He’s right. I am a mess. The moisture from multiple orgasms and Cal’s cum is all over us, leaking out of me, onto Cal and the bed and Beck’s fucking fingers that are trying to work their way into me, rubbing against Cal’s dick as they go.

Cal’s strangled groan melts into a pleasure-filled sigh that I let soak into me, encouraging me to relax in the wake of this new sensation. It’s not uncomfortable. There’s the pinch of stretching skin and the weight of fullness that appears and disappears every time his finger retreats.

I sink my teeth into Cal’s chest, rocking into the invasion helplessly. “Beck, please.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, sounding anything but. “You just look so good like this. Do you think—” He pauses for a second, and when he speaks again, his voice is all challenge and sin. “Could you handle us both like this, gorgeous?”

My answer is immediate, informed only by the fact that I want to give him this and not by any proof that I can. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?” Beck asks.

I turn my head, meeting his eye. “Yes.”

“Drake, is it okay with you?”

“I want whatever you two want,” Cal says, his hands skating up and down my sides.

With everyone in agreement, Beck goes into full preparation mode. He gets the bottle of lube from the top of the bed and coats himself in it before squeezing an overly generous amount between my ass cheeks and working it into the place we most need it.

Then he climbs on top. His knees on either side of my thighs as I straddle Cal, the head of his dick pressing against the limited space of my opening. Beck strokes my back.

“You’re doing so good, gorgeous.”

I don’t respond, mainly because I don’t feel like I’ve done anything at all, but also because talking would stop me from breathing, from feeling the moment when it stops being uncomfortable and starts feeling so fucking good.

That moment comes slowly, after multiple pauses and a thousand check-ins from Beck and Cal, too.

It comes after several reapplications of lube and Cal slipping out of me, and us having to start again.

It takes forever, but it does come.

And as soon as Beck is in, his thick length pressed against Cal’s thick length to form one massive, heavy weight inside of me, I know I’m going to come too.

There’s no way around it. No way to stop it when I’m fuller than I’ve ever been, when I’ve got the weight of Beck’s body pressing me carefully into the firm foundation of Cal’s form.

Four hands touch me, caress me.

Four lips kiss me, praise me.

Two dicks stretch me, fill me, but only one of them moves.

Only one person drives us all towards the brink of ruinous pleasure, and this time it’s not Cal, it’s Beck.

He goes so slowly, moves so gently that in any other circumstance it wouldn’t be enough, but in this case, it’s absolutely everything.

Tears prick my eyes as a wave of pleasure crests inside of me, threatening to drown us all. I try to hold it, to prolong this moment we worked so hard for, but neither of my men are having it.

“Let go,” Cal murmurs softly.

“Let us feel you,” Beck growls, his shallow strokes urgent.

I break again, shattering into the most beautiful pieces before falling asleep in the one spot I wish to be every time I wake up: in their arms.