Chapter 5 Elise and Her Boys

What's two when you can just have three? If Elise can, So can you.

As we move as a single unit toward Gabe's room, she's being carried in Tobias's arms, but she appears to be floating, her eyes glazed over, mouth puffy from giving us oral. Her leggings are down around her ankles, the lower half of her body unable to keep still. Her breath shudders in and out and she whimpers, trying to wrap her thighs around Tobias's waist, but the leggings prevent it from happening, so she kicks them off along with her panties and climbs his body, attacking his mouth as if for her very first breath.

Tobias stumbles into a wall like his batteries just died, visibly overcome by the power of her mouth, her kiss, a jagged sound leaving him and filling the hallway. There is no jealousy watching this happen. Not anymore. I'm only obsessed with getting Elise what she needs. I don't give a fuck how it happens, as long as it's done among the four of us. I just want to keep that blissed-out expression on her face. I would kill for it.

Elise breaks the kiss, trailing her mouth down to Tobias's neck and licking over the sinew there. I've never seen the Brit look so dizzy, so out of control as he does now. His head falls back and he moans at the ceiling of the hallway, his hands sliding down the tan globes of Elise's ass and grinding her on his erection. He does this over and over again, growing more and more aggressive each time until finally he stops with a curse.

"Fucking hell. We haven't even made it to the bedroom. I'm not even inside of her and I could finish so easily." In a lightning-fast move, he switches their positions, throwing Elise up against the wall. "What are you doing to us?" he demands against her puffy mouth.

"Nothing we're not begging for," Gabe pants to my left. He's a goner, too, like Tobias. He's blind to anything but the woman, his mind having been put in a new, different setting. Attuned only to Elise and her body. Her needs. All three of us resemble each other at this moment, our bodies stiff for her, desperate, primed.

"Tobias," she rasps, rolling her lower body sensually. "Please. Now."

"Yes, love," he responds in a gutter tone, taking his cock in his hand and positioning it between her legs. I want to beat my chest watching this happen. Witnessing Elise experience the journey where the final destination is her orgasm. I want to watch her scream and writhe and have her clit tended and her mouth fucked. I'm obsessed with her being fucked.

By us.

We're no longer individuals. Not right now. We're simply Elise's.

But I must maintain some vital parts of myself because I can't help but look out for everyone's well-being. It's the coach inside of me.

"Tobias," I bark before he can enter Elise. "Not without a condom."

His spine looks like it's going to snap, his fist connecting with the wall. "Someday," he says against her mouth, raking his lips across hers in a crude kiss that she loves, her throaty whine making me need to grip and stroke my half-sucked cock. "No rubber. Someday very fucking soon. Yeah?"

"Yes," she says on a stuttering inhale.

Gabe curses under his breath, his eyes closing as if imagining it. Being inside Elise without protection. I can't. I can't allow myself to think about it or I'll embarrass myself.

"Get her into the bedroom," I order, my voice sounding odd. Like I have something permanently stuck in my throat. "She deserves better than the hallway."

"I'm well aware of that." Tobias kisses her furiously, wetly, his hands moving roughly up and down the outsides of her naked thighs. "You try ending a kiss with her, mate. She tastes like the fucking sun."

God knows he's right. Her perfection is a fact.

Without discussion, Gabe and I step forward and pry Tobias off Elise, making sure that her feet find the ground softly. I step between them and Elise automatically wraps her arms around my neck, her brown eyes unfocused, and needy, and our tongues flicker together as if they have a mind of their own. It takes every ounce of my will to propel her toward the bedroom and get her across the threshold. Gabe's giant, unmade bed lies in the centre of the room. Blue flannel sheets are hanging off one of the sides, but the room is clean, smelling of menthol and soap, the window shades were drawn to make it ninety per cent dark.

Elise is still trying to distract me with kisses as I set her down at the foot of the bed. Knowing we have precious little time before we lose the battle with our patience, I take a fistful of condoms out of my pocket and toss them onto the mattress and that's the last responsible thing I can manage because Gabe is kneeling behind Elise on the bed, his calloused hands rasping up the soft skin of her belly and fondling her gorgeous tits, mesmerizing me. He allows himself a few swipes of his fingers inside of her bra, before stripping off her shirt and tearing the undergarment from her body, his hands shaking all the while.

Once she's in the nude, whatever remaining manners we were capable of holding onto go straight out the window.

"Animals," she reminds us in a thready whisper.

And we fucking pounce.

Gabe

I'm not sure how Elise lands flat on her back on my bed. Maybe I pulled her, maybe Banks or Tobias pushed her down into the softness, but suddenly I'm kneeling beside her beautiful head, watching as Tobias and Banks shove open her thighs. They get down on their knees in front of her and begin taking turns licking her pussy. All I can do is stare. There will never be a time in my life when I'm not arrested by the sight of that place between her legs, so smooth and firm and glistening. It's ours to satisfy. She is ours to satisfy.

I watch Tobias drag his tongue through the split of her sex and tickle her clit with the tip of his tongue, staying there, keeping at it while Banks slides his crooked middle finger inside, rotating it slowly, drawing it in and out, bringing the digit to his mouth and licking off the moisture. Going back for more.

The urgency to join them in giving Elise pleasure pierces me and I take her tits in my hands, moulding them, leaning down to offer my tongue to her mouth-and she loves that. She moans in her throat like my kiss was the missing piece to her pleasure, her fingers spear through my hair and we make out hungrily. Which would be enough to make my cock hard, but knowing she's having her pussy eaten at the same time makes me wild. Makes the delves and strokes of my tongue more adventurous, my fingers pinching at her little pebbled nipples until she cries out.

"Gabe," she whispers enticingly between kisses. "Do you want my mouth?"

"I have it and it's perfect," I respond raggedly, my tongue creating a path down her throat to her nipples, sucking them noisily, memorizing the delicious taste of our Elise.

My God, so good.

"No..." she says, voice still soft. Just for me. All for me. "I m-mean, do you want to put yourself in my mouth? The way you did in the living room."

"Yes," I groan, without thinking. Who could think straight with this perfect woman asking if you'd like her to suck your dick? You wouldn't be human. I'm kneeling beside her face before I know it, dragging my shaft to her mouth in a shaking fist. Can't believe I'm so lucky.

"It's a trap, Gabe," Banks says to me, his speech slurred, his eyelids at half-mast. He starts to elaborate but can't seem to stop himself from pushing open Elise's knees and circling his tongue around her entrance, making her gasp and clutch at my comforter. "She wants to get you off fast."

It's beyond stupid to be outraged. This astoundingly hot woman loves making me come. What is there to be mad about? But I can't seem to help it. Horny and offended is a strange combination and it leads to a ripple of shame-and now I'm in big trouble. As a born and raised Catholic, I was taught that the sins of the flesh would send me to hell. Now I'm having a four-way in my bedroom. I'm being offered a blow job and I want it. This is temptation and I've been taught it's wrong to give in, so I want to give in twice as much.

But I promised myself I would last for her. I promised.

"No," I say, scooting my ass toward the headboard. Just to get a breather. To wait out the clawing sensation in my balls. Don't think about her lips stretching around my inches. Her tongue wiggled around in the slit.

I squeeze my eyes closed and try to think of something gross, but I can't think of anything but her. But Elise. Our woman and her giving mouth and hands and body. I'm so overwhelmed by thoughts of her that when I open my eyes and she's crawling toward me on the bed, naked, intention in her eyes, I think I'm daydreaming.

"I want it in my mouth, Gabe," she pouts.

My back hits the pillows.

Wet, heavenly heat slides down my cock slowly. My balls coil up.

"Oh. Oh God. Oh, God."

It's her mouth and it's vibrating with a savouring hum, and speaking of cloud 9, clouds part overhead in my bedroom and I glimpse while Elise goes to town on my dick. She's on her hands and knees in the centre of my bed, face down in my lap, giving me the kind of blow job that men fantasize about. She's tugging me off, licking my balls and deep-throating me every third suck. This is how I die.

I think I might be able to last another twenty seconds, but I'm wrong.

I didn't anticipate Banks coming up behind Elise, rolling a condom down his erection and pumping it into her roughly from behind. She screams around my dick and for a split second, my world goes black thinking she's hurt, but no. No, as Banks begins to fuck her with sharp, slapping drives, her mouth only starts to work harder.

"Jesus Christ," I growl, wrapping her long hair around my fists. I need to close my eyes. I'm already experiencing the best sensation of my life, watching her get it doggy style at the same time is sensory overload. I can't. I can't...help myself.

Banks' head is thrown back, features screwed up tight as if the pleasure of taking Elise from the back is the ultimate pleasure/pain. Her ass cheeks shudder and shake with every slam of his hips. Tobias is standing behind Banks and to the right, watching Banks's cock sink between Elise's thighs, again, and again, his eyes darkening each time.

"Just look at the way she lifts her hips for those pounds," Tobias grunts, touching himself. "Think about how she made us work for it. Bet you dig in a little deeper."

Banks makes a beastly sound and pumps faster, harder.

Oh my God, the scene, the shit that's being said out loud is a little twisted and a lot arousing. It's so incredibly hot the way we've forgotten to be jealous and exist for her pleasure now, no matter how she gets it-and I need to be a part of that.

I need to.

Which is why I pull out of her mouth, shouting in pain over being so thoroughly engorged and slap a hand down on my right thigh. "Get up here now." I implore Banks with my eyes and he nods after several more powerful thrusts, gritting his teeth and slipping his cock free of Elise's body. I make quick work of putting on a condom, then I guide her toward me by the hair and she loves it, her flushed body climbing over mine and straddling me. "I need to make you come, woman."

"Okay, baby," she whispers, her lips flush to mine, reaching back and guiding me to her pussy, enveloping me in snug heat. And she knows exactly what she is doing calling me baby while I sink into all that wetness, her hips already starting to tweak, scrambling my brain cells like eggs. "Oh, Gabe," she whimpers, licking into my mouth. "You're so big for me."

My hips bounce up and down involuntarily, the underside of her thighs smacking repeatedly on my lap. "Stop," I grit out. "Don't stop."

"Easy, love," comes a male voice. Tobias.

His face appears over her shoulder and then he's pressing Elise's tits down into my chest, aligning her upper body flat to mine, her thighs still hanging down on either side of my hips. It changes the friction between us unexpectedly and we grind into it frantically. "Gabe," Tobias rasps, dragging his thumb up and back in the valley of Elise's backside. "Can you stay hard long enough for me to groom this pretty asshole?"

He smiles like the devil and jiggles his middle finger against that back entrance. And her pussy clenches up so tight around me that I have to reach up and grip the headboard momentarily, the wooden edge biting into my palm and preventing me from spilling. For now.

"Doubt it," I pant.

Not when she continues to ride my dick up and down while looking me in the eye, breathing fast, her puckered nipples slipping and sliding in my chest hair. My view from above allows me to watch down the length of her gorgeous back as Tobias spits on her asshole and worries his middle fingers against it, Banks observing over his shoulder. And it reminds me I can do more for her, that I am dying to do more for her. Holding her mouth in a sucking kiss, I wedge my fingers between us and use the pad of my thumb to tease her clit-

"Gabe!" she screams behind her teeth, milking me faster, harder, her body in a sweaty lather now. I'm pumping my hips like a beast. This is the longest I've ever lasted with her and it's also the best fuck of my goddamn life, so I have no idea how I'm pulling it off. I'm watching two men visibly obsess over her ass while I repeatedly smack her pussy full and she's biting me now, my pecs, my shoulders, my lips. She's fucking biting me, her little nub swelling against the pad of my thumb. Her whimpers are getting louder. My hips drill up and up and up.

"Come on, you hot, slippery tease."

She gasps into our kiss, her eyes losing focus.

Even through the condom, I can feel the spread of warmth that signals her orgasm. And if that wasn't enough proof, she's cinched up around my cock like a fucking bolt cutter and I'm done. I rear up with her still impaled on my lap and bellow her name, the pleasure pouring out of me in thick, painful waves. Every muscle in my body is seized up and shaking and I'm still watching Tobias pump his fingers in and out of her tight asshole, and so help me God, it makes my orgasm last forever. For fucking ever.

"Tell me I made you come," I demand against her mouth. "Tell me over and over again."

"You made me come, baby, you made me come so good," she hiccups against my mouth, still working her pussy in hot little circles, grinding every last drop out of me. She ruined me days ago in the hotel room, but I'm renewed now. I'm her man, now.

I handle that business.

Thank God.

She's pried off of me by two sets of hands and as badly as I'd like to cuddle her up and kiss every inch of her body and talk about going on vacations and meeting each other's parents, I won't prevent our woman from finding even more pleasure.

The most pleasure.

And I never will.

TOBIAS

A lot of the sex I've had throughout my life was choreographed. Designed specifically to appeal to a viewer through lighting, body positioning camera angles and acting. Yet somehow the four of us move like we've practiced this dance a thousand times. We're masters. It's seamless. And it's all because of Elise. She isn't thinking now, it's easy to see that by looking into her eyes. She's gone to some land where all that exists is gratification. That's right where we want her.

She's like a prima ballerina in the middle of a glorious lift, being passed in my hands from Gabe to Banks, her delicious body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I haven't said a word to Banks about how we'll accomplish making love to her at the same time. Somehow, it's just understood. Somehow, we already know because the choreography is coming from our hearts, not just our heads or our junk. It's the sexual version of a shared psychosis. We're reading each other's minds and all of our minds are one hundred percent attuned to her. To each other.

I'm fucking shaken by it.

Banks receives a still-gasping Elise in his arms and turns her around to face me, holding her arms behind her back, his tongue licking up the side of her neck. I've never seen anyone in her state. Thighs spasming, breath racing, body aroused and straining. And not attempting to control or hide any of it from us. She's magnificent.

"Is her pussy still wet?" I lay down on my back in front of her, rip open one of the condom packets and apply the latex while she watches, her pupils expanding, those nipples so tight I know she needs another climax. One isn't enough for this woman. I'd say she's a three-man job, but she's not a job at all. She's a privilege. "Or does she need to wiggle around on my face for a while?"

Elise squeezes her spasming thighs together and moans.

Banks snakes a hand around her right hip and murmurs in her ear until she loosens the flex of her legs, then he slides two fingers into the shiny split of her sex and growls. "Still wet as fuck." He fists her hair and guides her down on top of me. She goes even more eagerly when Banks slaps her ass. Once, twice. "Still eager."

"A miracle," I groan.

"Goddamn right she is," Banks agrees, shaking his head in reverence.

And then I'm in the coveted position of kissing Elise.

I wasn't lying. She tastes like the sun. Hope and light and redemption.

The warm, wet juncture of her thighs makes contact with my lap and I make a strangled sound, reaching back to spank her tight ass, as well. It drenches her further. Makes her offer that tongue with more enthusiasm. She scoops her hips a little, reaching back and using the tips of two fingers to press me into her entrance, working her way down my shaft with whimpering kisses that come close to doing my head in. In the best way. If she didn't specifically tell us what she wanted tonight, I'd lose control about now.

But her wants are our calling. They are musts.

The goddess gets what the goddess wants.

And she wants to feel us all at the same time.

"If I wasn't obsessed with granting your wishes, you'd be on your back right now, getting it filthy. Is that how you imagined us all those years while you fingered yourself in the dark? In the glow of your phone?" I grind upward with my hips and she trembles and gasps. "Poor girl needed the real thing. You're getting it now, aren't you?"

I bounce her in that elevated position, the other two men surging closer to watch her tits jiggle around-and she likes being the star of her naughty little show. She watches us ogle her with foggy eyes and arches her back to give us a better view, God love her. I smooth my palms up her belly and ribcage, massaging those globes reverently, before delivering sharp smacks to her nipples, experiencing the ripple and flex of her pussy in response. Gritting my teeth at the perfection of it.

I'm obsessed with this woman.

"Come here, love," I command, no longer surprised to hear the emotion in my voice. Every single one that I possess is hers at this moment. "Banks is going to worship that gorgeous rear end of yours, isn't he?"

"God yes," he breathes.

"Lucky man, isn't he?" I'm pumping into her from below, she's rocking to meet me. Her forehead is glued to mine, our harsh exhales colliding. This is heaven. "We all want to get lucky at some point, watching our cocks disappear between those cheeks, Elise, but listen to me. You don't owe us anything." Her eyes regain a little focus at that. "If this stops feeling like it's for you at any time, we're doing it wrong. Okay? It hurts or you don't like it, we stop."

Glassy-eyed, she nods. Traces my brow with her lips. "Thank you. It...doesn't feel like it's for you. I can feel the three of you considering me. Constantly."

"Good. That's what we want. That's what we're doing. Always," Banks says into her neck, his body pushing down, down, until we're sandwiching her between us. His weight presses Elise down onto my lap and blesses me with enough friction to roll my eyes into the back of my fucking head.

Banks doesn't try and enter her right away. No, he starts to move in the rhythm of our fuck, grinding into each revolution of her backside. His teeth are already clenched and sweat is popping out on his forehead and I know it's the anticipation sinking into his gut-like teeth. "Beautiful woman," he chants. "Beautiful, beautiful woman."

"Gabe," she whispers, searching around blindly-and it's like he knew she'd call for him. He's already there, coming forward on his stomach, reaching out to trace her gasping lips with his fingers, pressing them one by one into her mouth, using the saliva to stroke himself back to an erection. "I'm here, Elise. We're all here."

I know the moment Banks penetrates that breach, because she jolts against me, her muscles seizing. She's no longer riding me and it's painful, but I lock down my testosterone and wait, placating myself with the fact that I get to look into her eyes while this happens. Get to witness the trepidation giving way to wonder. I hold my breath in the face of such honesty. Such beauty. All while her pussy beats around my cock, constricting a little more each time Banks gains another inch.

"Gabe," I say. "Do you have..."

"Yeah."

He leaves the bed momentarily to find something on his bedside table. A small, turquoise bottle that he hands over to Banks. Banks rips the top off with his teeth, his chest heaving like a prizefighter in the middle of a bout, and he pours the contents between the crack of Elise's ass. We watch the valley of those cheeks become coated in moisture, Elise lifts her hips ever so slightly and Banks sinks in with a guttural grunt. We're both inside of her now. And the atmosphere changes. Dramatically.

ELISE

I've left my head. I didn't think that was possible.

I can't think of a single thing around the cacophony of sensations. I'm not even sure whether or not being occupied from both sides hurts or feels good. I just know that it's like jump-starting an emotional engine that I didn't know existed inside of me. I'm shaking in a way that can't be controlled, inside and out. I'm snared inside of a three-way trap of intensity that makes my throat shrink, my eyes burn, and my chest expand and expand until I swear to God I'm going to splinter into a million pieces.

I'm love. I'm the embodiment of love and nature and everything good.

I'm a woman. These men are desperate to praise me. And I let them because my heart demands it. My vanity humility and worries don't exist right now. It's just me giving the most basic, elemental part of myself what it needs. There's nothing else. I'm high.

"Animals," I whisper again.

Their awed and grateful response swells around me like radioactivity, ringing in my ears and I just give myself over to their energy. This world they've woven around me. I close my eyes and feel them fuck me, Tobias from below, Banks behind. They move hungrily, teeth snapping at my flesh, like a pack of wolves preying on me after sundown. The room is filled with the sound of groaning and slapping and me calling their names one by one. Banks. Gabe. Tobias. All of them are so important. All of them here with me, lost with me, experiencing this event.

I toss a hand out seeking Gabe and murmur something unintelligible against Tobias's panting mouth. But he knows exactly what I'm trying to say like I knew he would.

"Moving to my knees, mate," Tobias huffs, his back lifting off the mattress. Keeping me seated on his shaft, he manoeuvres his legs into a kneel while Banks sits back doing the same, still inside of me, still moving in those thick drives. My thighs are wrapped around Tobias's hips and I'm writhing, working my lower body to bring him in and out of me. Banks is nearly coming undone behind me, brought to the brink by the brusque up and back tweaks of my hips. And now Gabe is standing on the bed to my left, approaching me with his erection in hand, bringing it to my mouth, where I'm aching to have it. Dying for the sense of completion that's going to rock me when I'm pleasuring all three of them. I need it. I'm living for it.

The moment Gabe slides his swollen, salty flesh into my mouth, I am pushed to the brink. Right to the precipice of something almost alarmingly beautiful.

My trembles increase and I become painstakingly aware of every pressure point in my body. My entire body weight rests on the place where I'm joined by Tobias, my clit pressing and rubbing on the base of his engorged flesh. Banks is so full, hurting me slightly with his ownership but in a way that I want. I want to feel like a corrupted virgin-I don't care if that's weird or wrong. I want to feel like a seductive vixen, too, and I'm getting that from Gabe. Tobias looks up at me with nothing short of hero worship, like I'm saving his soul. His life. I'm redeeming him.

"There you fucking go, love. All three of us. Your men. Your men for life."

And I'm all of these things. I make myself all three. They help bring me here.

We hold, just like that, nobody moving. My mouth is occupied. My sex and my buttocks are owned. We all take one deep breath together, acknowledging the importance of what we're doing together, a bond forming that goes far, far beyond just a physical one. We move in one swell of appreciation, breathing deeply of each other-and then the frenzy begins.

My mouth is crammed full repeatedly, my lips struggling to take the heft of Gabe. His fingers twist in my hair and he snarls, moans, and rasps my name while fucking my lips. And I revel in the treatment, scraping his ridges lightly with my teeth and using my left hand to stroke, stroke, stroke. Gabe watches the other men penetrate me from the front, and the back, their bodies nothing more than desperate, sweaty machines and he ploughs into my mouth harder, visibly turned on. Fingertips dig into my hips, my throat, and my breasts from all sides and I squeeze my eyes closed and find my path to pleasure.

"Son of a bitch," Tobias near-shouts. "I can feel how close she is."

Banks breathes raggedly into my neck. "That tight clench of hers, right? I'm getting it, too. Christ almighty."

I reach down and fondle my clit, focusing on the stiff weight of the two men pounding into me from the front, the rear. The strength of them. The daintiness of me. I feel their intense longing and it matches mine while that sensitive nub begins to tingle against my fingers.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moan, before taking Gabe into my mouth again. "Don't stop."

"Never," they respond to me. Fucking me rougher. Without restraint.

Animals. Animals. I'm their victim and their leader.

My body ignites into a flaming orgasm and I scream, the sound coming from somewhere so deep inside of me, that I've never reached it before.

It's Banks's unsteady breath on my shoulders.

It's the moisture in Tobias's eyes that seems to confuse even him.

It's the way Gabe tries to hold back, but can't, his salt greeting the back of my throat, followed by his roar of satisfaction.

It's the brotherhood I feel forming between them.

It's us. Everything.

We all go over the side of the cliff together, jerking and thrusting and straining, no one stopping until everyone has gotten through to the other side. And the other side?

Somehow, it's just as magical as getting there.