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25: Tori

The counter is freezing against my bare thighs, but I won't complain, not when all three of them are eyeing me like that. Like I'm some kind of delicious dessert they've never had the pleasure of tasting. Only they have. Every time we do this, they act like it's the first time.

The last couple of times I've noticed how they don't seem to care which one of them is inside me as long as they're all present. It's almost as if they get off watching each other be with me. The thought ignites another, imagining them having a moment. But the daydream is quickly washed away, picturing Thorne's grumpy expression when Ryder starts to laugh instead of kiss him.

I could just imagine the whole thing and half of me kind of wants to see it. Maybe one day. My full attention snaps back to the bathroom when Thorne flicks my clit and I yelp. He arches a brow as one corner of his lips lifts into an arrogant smile.

"Where'd you go?"

"You really wanna know?"

"Always," Ryder answers.

I give him a wink.

"Go on, then. We're listening," Thorne encourages, his tone light, his eyes still holding a little worry.

I shrug. "Just got caught up in a daydream."

"Ooo! A daydream. Go on, KitKat, share with the class," Ryder encourages.

Blaze gives me a look and a head tilt. " Spill it, Doll."

"Ugh, fine," I groan, because I would really rather not tell them, but part of me hopes they'll hear about it and start imagining it themselves, too. "I was just thinking about Thorne and Ryder kissing, and how that all would play out."

Ryder's face is nothing short of an overly confident, self-assured smirk and he leans in closer. "Oh, yeah, KitKat, I've had that daydream before, too."

Holy shit balls, actually?

Ryder?

The Ryder?!

The same Ryder who swore he wasn't in a relationship with these two assholes, is sitting here confessing that he's imagined kissing Thorne.

That's it. I can die now.

"You've had what now?" Thorne asks, eyes narrowing at the man he claims is like a brother.

"The one where you and I are kissing and KitKat likes it," he tells him. "And then I imagine it's her and Blaze, and the whole thing ends with her sitting on my face.”

"What?" Blaze and I say in unison.

"Yeah," he shrugs. "It's a good daydream."

Thorne's hand slips from my clit and moves down, dipping into my slit. I suck in a breath, arching my back a little.

"So, you wanna?" Ryder leans forward, cupping the side of Thorne's face.

I can feel Thorne's finger inside of me move a little more, and I know it's just the beginning of his torture.

"Thought you'd never ask," Thorne whispers, leaning forward. Their lips are an inch apart when they suddenly stop. Ryder rests his forehead against Thorne's, both of them turning to look my way with shit-eating grins.

"Nah," Ryder says, his blue eyes shimmering with mischief .

"Not yet," Thorne adds. "We gotta save something for the honeymoon, right?"

Honeymoon? What honeymoon?

Oh! They're joking.

Ha ha, very funny.

"I hate you both," I grit out, rolling my eyes so hard they might just pop out of my head. They don't get what they just did to my heart, to my insides...I'm burning up. I'm sure Thorne can tell. His finger is still deep inside me, slicked in my undeniable want for this—for them.

"You love us," Thorne says, pushing his finger deeper inside.

"So much, Doll," Blaze echoes, brushing my hair from my neck, placing a gentle kiss.

"So, so, so much, KitKat," Ryder adds.

"I really don't." They're right though, I do love them, so, so, so fucking much. It's really not fair.

"That's okay, Vic. We love you so, so much, too." Thorne turns back to Ryder and my heart stops.

Ryder is smiling wide, eyes alight, and just when I think Thorne is going to kiss him, he fools me for a second time. I don't even have time to think, and when his lips connect with mine, his finger slides from my slit to my ass, and he presses.

Hard.

And then everything goes white.

"Come for us, Doll," Blaze whispers into my ear.

And I do.

Not five seconds later, as I'm still coming down from my high, Ryder whispers in my ear.

"So, KitKat, do I get to come inside you again? I love to see my cum dripping out of your beautiful little cunt." His fingers dance over my thighs in small circles as his lips brush against my jaw .

"If you want entry, I demand a kiss." I cross my arms, pretending like I could actually hold out on sex with them.

As if.

Thorne steps forward, cupping my cheek, and his lips press gently against mine. It's soft, loving, and sweet. His thumb rubs against my skin as he pulls away and smiles down at me.

"That's not the kiss I meant, and you know it." My eyes light with fire, begging, needing them to fulfill my fantasy. I mean, it's one little kiss between them.

They can do that for me, right?

Just once.

I bite my lip and wait, hoping they don't catch my bluff.

Thorne and Ryder eye each other, as if telepathically communicating with one another.

Oh my gosh, are they going to do it? Will they kiss each other for me?

Thorne turns toward Ryder and he gives me the biggest, sexiest smirk, and then shakes his head.

"No," he says with a wink.

"What? No? What do you mean, 'no?'"

Thorne shrugs, leaning back to get a better view of me.

"Yep. That's a big no," Blaze chimes in, stepping up next to me, his fingers wrapping around the back of my neck, pulling me in closer. His mouth is so close I can almost taste him, but he pauses, waiting for the rest.

"Yeah, that's a hard no, KitKat." Ryder's voice sounds next, and then his lips are on my shoulder. "Now let me fuck you already."

Blaze closes the distance, pressing his mouth against mine. He's not gentle or soft, but hard and demanding. And I love it.

His hand slides from the back of my neck around to my front, cupping my breast with a firm squeeze, his thumb brushing over my nipple just enough to send a jolt of heat cascading down my spine .

"Mmm," I moan softly into his mouth, arching into his touch, and almost instantly feel Ryder's warm breath tickle the skin just behind my ear. My entire body shivers, hyper-aware of every sensation, every small movement.

"Get her legs," Ryder orders roughly, and honestly, I don’t even care what they’re plotting next. At this point, I just know I want them. All of them.

Dammit. They knew I was bluffing. They always do. It's infuriating. I'd pout about it if I weren't currently losing my mind with how turned on I am. I swear, lately it feels like I'm hornier than usual—which is saying something, considering the company I keep. Right now, this moment is purely selfish, purely about me getting what I need.

My fingers grip tighter onto the cold countertop, my breath quickening as Ryder steps back, holding my gaze as he undoes his jeans and frees his cock. My mouth waters at the sight—thick, pierced, and ready for me. The gleam of those piercings under the harsh bathroom lights sends a thrill straight between my thighs. Anticipation pools hot and slick inside me, leaving me aching, desperate to feel him buried deep.

I lift my hips instinctively, inviting, needing, and Ryder doesn't hesitate. He steps in close, spreading me wide open, fingers slipping down to tease my clit before sliding further back, lingering briefly around my sensitive ass.

"Fuck," Ryder groans deeply, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, eyes darkening with lust. "You're always so damn tight."

"Maybe you're just too fucking big," I retort breathlessly, trying to sound witty, but it comes out needy, raw, desperate.

Pressing one hand firmly against the mirror to steady myself, I brace for him, heart pounding wildly in my chest. Ryder eases into me slowly, deliberately, each piercing slipping inside rung by rung, stretching me deliciously. It's nearly overwhelming, toeing that addictive line between pleasure and pain, pushing me closer to the edge with every slow, measured thrust.

I catch Blaze's dark gaze, locked on me. His cock is in his hand, hard and heavy as he strokes himself, captivated by the sight of Ryder moving inside me. He steps closer, his free hand reaching out to grip my breast roughly, tugging and rolling my nipple between his fingers in a way that makes me arch further off the counter.

"Harder," I beg shamelessly, rocking my hips desperately against Ryder, needing more, needing everything.

Ryder growls lowly, gripping my waist tighter, digging his fingertips into my skin. Thorne moves into view, his gaze hungry, practically devouring me as his hand moves up and down his cock, matching Ryder's rhythm in a way that makes my thighs clench tighter around Ryder’s hips.

"Pick her up," Thorne commands roughly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Ryder obeys instantly, gripping my thighs and lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrap firmly around him, driving him even deeper, making me gasp as every piercing sends delicious sparks ricocheting through my nerves. My fingers dig into Ryder’s shoulders, clinging desperately as Thorne steps behind me, his cock pressing insistently against my ass.

"Oil," Thorne demands.

Blaze quickly pours some into Thorne's waiting hand. The cool slickness feels perfect against my overheated skin, Thorne’s fingers sliding easily down, pressing against the tight ring of muscle before carefully slipping inside.

My body instantly goes taut, pulled between the sensation of Ryder filling me completely and Thorne slowly preparing my ass. My breath escapes in tiny gasps, every nerve stretched taut, ready to snap. Thorne adds a second finger, and a moan tears from my throat as he stretches me further, pressing closer to Ryder inside me .

"Fuck, Thorne," Ryder growls, his hips jerking slightly. He clenches his jaw, clearly fighting for control.

"Don't come yet," Thorne orders firmly.

"Don't make me," Ryder fires back, voice strained.

Before I can even react, Blaze's hand slips between Ryder and me, his fingers immediately circling my clit with just the right pressure, just the right rhythm. My orgasm rises dangerously fast, uncontrollable, unstoppable.

"Shit," Ryder groans, eyes squeezed shut, his breathing ragged. "She's gonna come."

Thorne's voice is rough, dominant, almost daring. "Hold it."

"Fuck—" Ryder hisses, clearly struggling.

Blaze rubs harder, faster, refusing to relent, pushing me ruthlessly over the edge. "Fuck, I'm coming!" I cry out, clenching uncontrollably around Ryder, my entire body shaking violently.

Blaze withdraws his hand, and my pussy pulses frantically, clenching Ryder's cock even tighter. Ryder's restraint is paper-thin, his teeth sinking possessively into my shoulder as he battles to hold on, breath hot and ragged against my skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he mumbles over and over, his entire frame trembling beneath me.

Thorne withdraws his fingers, gripping my ass firmly, spreading me open wide as he positions himself carefully. His cock presses against my asshole, thick and intimidating, slowly—agonizingly slowly—stretching me open as he eases himself inside.

"Shit," I gasp, the pressure intense, almost overwhelming.

"Breathe, Vic," Thorne murmurs soothingly against my ear, his chest pressed against my back, arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Blaze cups my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes, dark and intense.

"Breathe, Doll," he repeats gently, leaning in, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss .

I exhale shakily into his mouth, forcing myself to relax as Thorne's cock slowly pushes deeper, the pressure shifting from painful to deliciously full.

"God, she's so fucking tight," Thorne growls, voice thick with pleasure.

"I can feel you," Ryder groans, clearly affected, eyes squeezed shut as he struggles for control.

For one delirious second, I almost think they'll kiss. God knows Ryder looks turned on enough by the idea right now. I watch him intently, loving the pleasure that dances openly across his face, the desperation clear as Thorne moves slowly behind me, separated by just a thin wall of my own body.

"Move," I plead, squirming between them, unable to bear it any longer.

The three of them curse simultaneously, voices rough with need. Thorne grips my hip possessively, his eyes locked onto mine through the reflection in the mirror, heated, commanding.

Slowly—torturously—he begins to move, and the friction, the fullness, the intense sensation of being completely claimed by them pushes me toward another peak.

I let go of everything, surrendering completely, lost to them—and God, it feels so fucking perfect.

Blaze adds more oil to his hand, slicking it along his thick cock, his eyes locked onto mine the entire time, careful to ensure I don't feel even a hint of discomfort. My heart thuds violently in my chest, my breath catching as I watch him pump himself with deliberate, slow strokes. His free hand reaches out, sliding possessively across my skin, exploring every inch he can reach—my breasts, my waist, my thighs—as he trails heated kisses across my jaw, my neck, my shoulders, each touch igniting sparks across my skin.

My moans build steadily, growing louder and more desperate with each thrust Thorne makes behind me, every deep stroke Ryder delivers in front. Thorne’s grip tightens around my hips, holding me securely, his ragged breath hot against my neck as he buries his face there.

"Come on, Vic," he rasps against my skin, his voice a deep, rumbling command. "Ride us."

A thrill rushes through me at his demand, and I give in eagerly. I rock my hips, moving as much as their hold allows, chasing the intense friction that builds rapidly within me. I bounce, rolling my hips and meeting their thrusts, desperate for more, for everything they're willing to give me. But it still isn't enough—I crave more, always more.

My eyes lock onto Blaze again, heat pooling low in my belly as his hand moves faster along his shaft, his eyes dark and hungry as they devour the sight of me being taken by the others. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, the craving for his taste overwhelming every other thought in my head.

"Don't come," I warn him breathlessly. "When I'm done with these two, I want that"—I nod pointedly toward his cock—"in my mouth."

Blaze’s breath catches, his jaw tightening visibly. "Fuck, Doll. You're killing me."

My eyes slam shut, my head spinning faster than my pulse.

God, they're so damn good at this.

Ryder softens immediately, leaning in to kiss below my ear. "Come on, KitKat," he whispers soothingly, his voice dropping low, coaxing. "We'll be good. Just keep bouncing like that. Just like that, beautiful."

And fuck, I listen, helpless to do anything else.

I move with abandon, riding the wave of sensations as their cocks fill me, stretching and claiming every inch. The building tension spirals higher, tighter, threatening to unravel completely. My breathing is ragged, uneven, punctuated by desperate gasps and moans that echo off the bathroom walls. It's not long before the pressure becomes unbearable, and I'm falling apart again.

My orgasm tears through me, raw and powerful, consuming every thought, every nerve-ending igniting simultaneously. Pleasure crashes through me violently, overwhelming in its intensity.

"Shit, shit, shit," Thorne groans, his voice breaking, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he fills my ass with his release.

"Fuck—oh, fuck," Ryder gasps desperately, hips jerking, his cock throbbing inside my pussy, his teeth sinking sharply into my shoulder, marking me possessively as his cum spills hot and thick.

"Oh fuck, Doll, you look so hot right now," Blaze rasps, hand still wrapped tight around himself, pumping furiously, his breathing shallow. "Your face glowing, so goddamn beautiful."

His voice cracks slightly, his movements stuttering, and I see he's dangerously close to coming undone. I point at him, breathless but determined. "Don't you dare come, Blaze."

Before they can stop me, I gently lift myself from Thorne and Ryder, feeling their softened cocks slip free. My legs wobble as they lower me down, but determination fuels me as I drop gracefully to my knees in front of Blaze.

My tongue slips out instinctively, waiting hungrily, mouth open and eyes wide with expectation. Blaze threads his fingers into my hair, holding me firmly but tenderly, his cock hard and throbbing inches from my lips.

"You look so fucking good on your knees, Doll," he whispers hoarsely, his hand tightening as his breathing quickens further. His eyes glaze over, muscles tensing visibly as his hand moves quicker, nearing the edge of control.

"Come in my mouth," I demand softly, voice full of desire. "I want to taste you."

"Fuck, yes," Blaze gasps, hips thrusting forward involuntarily, his cock pulsing as he finally spills into my mouth. Warm, salty, addictive—I swallow eagerly, savoring him completely. My finger catches the excess along my lips, sliding it seductively into my mouth and licking it clean, relishing how his heated gaze follows every move.

Blaze shudders, his hand loosening from my hair as his entire body relaxes. I smile triumphantly as he sinks slowly down beside me, clearly spent.

"So good, Doll," he murmurs softly, eyes closing briefly in blissful exhaustion. "You're fucking perfect."

I glance over my shoulder at Thorne and Ryder, still catching their breaths but watching me intently, matching satisfied, lovesick grins on both their faces. The silence stretches pleasantly, contentedly, until Ryder finally speaks.

"We should probably get you cleaned up now," he says gently, eyes softening with warmth.

"Mhm," I hum lazily, my limbs feeling heavy and languid in the aftermath.

Thorne steps forward, offering his hand to help me up. "Come on, princess. We'll get you taken care of."

I accept gratefully, and in an effortless motion, Thorne lifts me gently into his arms, carrying me toward the shower. The water feels heavenly on my skin, but even better is the gentle attention of three pairs of hands washing me, caressing me, pampering me, treating every inch of my body like something precious, something treasured.

And as they surround me with love, affection, and care, I decide right then and there—this is the best damn feeling in the world.