Page 12 of Triplets for the Pucking Playboys (Forbidden Fantasies #18)
BEAU
F inn doesn’t say much, but I know what that look means. He glances back at me, his body gleaming with sweat where the low light hits him, and then his hand slides over her hip, down the curve of her thigh, before he lifts his chin at me once. A signal. A summons.
I move without speaking, my cock hard, straining against my stomach, thick and veined with need.
Sage is bent over the table, moaning, her knuckles white against the wood, her body trembling from the effort of holding herself up while Finn fucks her from behind, every thrust knocking the breath out of her lungs.
At this point, I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve fucked her, she’s insatiable, and in the best way.
Her hair is wild around her face, her cheeks red, her lips parted.
She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, feral and wanting, so far gone she doesn’t even notice me step behind her.
Finn slows as I approach, his rhythm stalling for a beat as we both adjust, wordless but perfectly aligned.
I reach for her chin, coax her head up, and when her eyes find mine, wide and glassy and wet, she gives me a desperate little nod like she already knows what’s coming.
I kiss her, deep and filthy, tongues sliding, teeth grazing, and she whimpers against my mouth like she’s thanking me in advance.
Finn slides out of her, slow and slick, and I take her into my arms, curling her against me, one hand guiding my cock to that soaked, aching slit.
She’s hot, drenched, open for me, and I slide in with a groan so deep it almost breaks me.
She clenches down immediately, a high, needy moan tearing from her throat as I bottom out, her walls fluttering around me, sucking me in like she’s starving for it.
Finn presses a hand between her shoulder blades and steadies her, spreading her wider, her ass curving up, flushed and perfect.
He palms one cheek, then the other, spreading them apart to expose everything, and I catch the look in his eyes—focused, hungry, dark.
I nod once, giving him my full permission, not that he needed it.
He spits into his hand, slicks himself up, then presses the head of his cock against her asshole, circling, teasing, pushing just enough to make her whole body seize up.
She whines, unsure, breath hitching, and I kiss her again, softer this time, whispering against her lips, “I’ve got you baby, just breathe, let us take care of you. ”
She nods, trembling, her body caught between fear and need, and Finn takes his time, working her open with steady pressure, his cock breaching her inch by inch until he’s buried inside her, his groan guttural, his hands gripping her hips so tight they’ll bruise.
She’s full now, stretched beyond anything she’s ever taken, and the whimpers she makes are the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.
I stay still, letting her adjust, kissing her neck, her mouth, whispering filthy praise, telling her how fucking tight she is, how perfect, how she’s taking both of us like she was made for this.
Finn starts to move first, shallow thrusts that make her cry out, her body shifting, trying to absorb both cocks without falling apart.
I follow his rhythm, matching him stroke for stroke, filling her when he pulls back, pulling out when he pushes in, our bodies moving in perfect sync, keeping her stretched and wrecked and fucked completely through.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream, her whole body trembling between us, caught in the fire of it, the impossibility of being taken like this, filled to the brim and still wanting more.
She moans my name, then Finn’s, then something wordless, a sound made of nothing but need.
Her fingers rake my back, and I catch her around the waist, holding her steady as we keep going, relentless and deep, two cocks working in tandem to drive her past any edge she thought she had.
Behind us, Grey is sitting on the couch, one hand slow on his cock, his eyes never leaving her.
He’s quiet, coiled, his other hand braced on his thigh, like he’s holding himself back from coming just by sheer will.
He strokes himself in time with us, watching every movement, every twitch of her body, every broken sound.
His eyes burn dark, full of want, but he stays there, just watching, just waiting, not moving yet.
Inside her, I feel the way she trembles, the way her cunt grips me tighter every time Finn thrusts behind her, the way her whole body pulses like she’s going to come again whether she wants to or not.
She is nothing but sensation now, nothing but heat and need and breathless surrender, and I want to see how far we can take her.
I want to see what she looks like when she breaks completely.
Finn and I move in perfect silence when we pull out, her body shivering between us, thighs soaked, lips bruised, flushed from head to toe and barely upright.
Her breath is broken, her skin glazed with sweat, her limbs loose like she’s just come apart at the seams. But when I tilt her chin up and meet her eyes, she’s still there.
Ravenous. Spent, but not sated. She looks like something divine and used all at once, and I want to take that look deeper, drive it into her until it burns permanent.
I grab the chair near the full-length mirror and drag it forward across the floor with one hand.
It groans under my grip, then settles when I set it down facing the glass.
The reflection shows her whole body, flushed and trembling, legs slick with cum, hair wild across her shoulders, her lips parted like she’s still catching her breath.
She’s never looked more beautiful. More undone. More fuckable.
I sit back, legs wide, cock hard again, still glistening from where she took me. “Come here,” I say, voice low and rough. “I want you to ride me. Look at yourself while you take every inch.”
She stares at me in the mirror for a second, eyes wide and dark, then crosses the room in slow, uncertain steps.
Her knees nearly buckle as she climbs into my lap, but I grip her hips and steady her, lifting her slightly so I can position myself beneath her.
She reaches back, takes me in hand, and lowers herself onto my cock in one long, breathless slide.
Her gasp is sharp, high, and her whole body shudders as I fill her again, stretching her open and dragging a moan out of her throat that sounds like surrender.
She sits flush in my lap now, impaled, grinding slowly as I hold her in place.
Her legs are shaking. She can’t stop looking at herself.
Her eyes flick between the point where we’re joined and her own face, the parted lips, the glazed stare.
She watches the way her tits bounce with every small movement, the way my cock disappears into her, and I can see the heat in her cheeks climb higher.
Then she lifts both hands.
One slides behind her, blindly searching until her fingers find Finn’s cock.
She wraps her hand around it and strokes him slow, her other hand stretching sideways, palm open, reaching toward Grey.
He’s already stepping forward, as if he’s been waiting for her call.
His cock is thick and flushed, still heavy in his palm, and when she curls her fingers around it, he groans and lets his head fall back for a moment, breath catching.
They are both standing, wide at her sides, and she is nestled in my lap, impaled, hands working both of them while her body rides me.
She is surrounded by heat and cock and the scrape of male breath and rough fingers, held between three men who are giving her everything and still demanding more.
Her moans are open now, ragged, head tilting back against Finn’s shoulder as he licks at her neck and bites her earlobe, both his hands gripping her hips to help her move.
She rides me faster, the slap of wet heat echoing in the space, the chair creaking under the weight and rhythm of it all.
I thrust up into her, hard enough to make her gasp, and her hand falters around Finn’s cock.
He grunts and wraps his fingers around hers, guiding the stroke, fucking himself into her grip while Grey tightens under her other hand, his breath a growl near her temple.
She’s watching herself again, watching the way her own body trembles, how her tits bounce, how her thighs shake, how her face contorts with every thrust I drive up into her.
“You’re filthy,” I whisper against her ribs. “You’re perfect like this. Look how well you take it.”
She moans louder, her body starting to seize around me, inner walls fluttering.
Finn’s mouth is on her neck again, whispering things I can’t hear, but her response is a broken cry and a harder grind against my cock.
Grey’s hand curls around her wrist, holding it still while he fucks slowly into her palm.
I can feel her losing it, inch by inch, her cunt gripping tighter, heat rising fast as her thighs twitch uncontrollably.
“Keep your eyes open,” I growl, just before thrusting up into her so hard she screams. “Watch yourself come.”
She’s so close I can feel it in every twitch of her body, every squeeze of her thighs around mine, every helpless roll of her hips as she rides me faster, harder, like her body’s no longer hers, like it’s some creature of instinct and need and rhythm.
Finn’s still beside her, mouth locked on her neck, teeth grazing, whispering filth into her ear, and Grey’s at her side, thick in her fist, his breath shallow, as if he’s hanging on by a thread.
But me—I’m buried inside her, every inch sheathing me in that hot, wet velvet, and she’s fluttering now, clenched so tight I can’t move without groaning.
Her eyes are still on the mirror. She’s watching the way her body shakes, how flushed and wild she looks, how slick and ruined her thighs are.
I grab her hips and thrust up, hard, sharp, and she cries out, her body locking.
I do it again, and again, each motion deliberate and deep, and then her scream breaks open, and she comes.
Hard.
Her body spasms violently, her hands jerking away from the cocks she was stroking, her head thrown back against Finn’s shoulder, mouth open in a silent, shaking gasp.
Her cunt grips me like a vise and then lets go in a burst so wet, so overwhelming, I feel it splash against my thighs, soaking us both.
She’s squirting, gushing around me, and the sound she makes is somewhere between a sob and a plea, completely shattered.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby, come for me,” I groan, thrusting into the wave of it, the liquid heat drenching us.
Her whole body convulses, legs shaking so hard I wrap both arms around her just to keep her upright.
I hold her through it, keep fucking her through it, my own orgasm boiling fast under my skin, and then it hits.
I thrust deep, one last time, burying myself to the hilt as I spill inside her, filling her with everything I’ve got.
My vision blacks for a second. My teeth grit.
I hiss her name against her shoulder, over and over.
When I blink back into focus, she’s still shaking in my arms, trembling like her body can’t decide if it’s finished. Her voice is raw, breathless, cracked down the middle—but sure.
“I want you,” she says, while she looks at Grey. “In my cunt,” she adds, and fuck, there’s no hesitation.
We all freeze for a beat, the air so thick you could choke on it, and I shift, kissing her hard, possessive, then lifting her off my cock with one last groan. My cum leaks out of her immediately, creamy and obscene, running down her inner thighs, and she whimpers as the emptiness hits.
Then I move.
I lift her gently and guide her off my lap, make room on the chair for the next man she’s calling to her like gravity, and Grey’s already stepping in.