Light My Fire

28. Brooke

CHAPTER 28

Brooke

I’m almost embarrassed by how quickly I come. I think Jackson only actually thrusts for about three minutes and my body coils tight and hot and I feel like I explode.

It’s not just him, though he’s fantastic. It’s the combination of them .

Their touches, their mouths, their dirty, dirty words.

The way I feel absolutely worshiped .

I wasn’t completely sure this was going to work.

Now I’m one hundred percent convinced I never want it any other way.

Jackson falls forward, kissing me deeply, then lifts his head. “You’re fucking amazing, sweetheart,” he says, his voice gravelly.

I breathe out, running my hand over his cheek. “You too.”

He pushes up and pulls out and gets off the bed. I assume he heads for the bathroom, but I can’t see him with the two other big hot bodies caging me in.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come,” Wyatt says. “Even when you’re coming on another cock.”

He says it almost with wonder, his tone sweet despite the dirty words. But I grin.

“Thank you,” I say, then giggle. Is that a compliment?

He gives me a half smile. “I admit, I’m surprised how quickly I’m adjusting to this.”

I reach up, threading my fingers through his hair. “So you’re okay? Really?”

“Turns out, I just really like seeing you lose your mind with pleasure, no matter who’s causing it.”

“Well, let’s be very clear,” Luke says from my other side.

His big hot hand is resting on my belly, and I turn to look up at him.

“Not just anyone gets to cause it. The three of us. This body, your orgasms, your pleasure, belong to the three of us .”

His possessive tone and the look in his eyes along with those words cause a swirl of heat that makes my pussy clench, despite my recent orgasm.

“You understand, Brooke?” Luke asks.

That firm tone and the fact that he used my first name instead of calling me Angel, has me nodding. “Yes, I understand.”

He reaches up, tracing his thumb over my lips. “Good girl.”

I’m embarrassed by it, but I can’t bite back the soft whimper that evokes.

The flare of heat in his eyes tells me he doesn’t mind.

“Why don’t you close your eyes and rest for a little bit?” Wyatt asks.

But I don’t want to rest. My body is still tingling and hot all over. I know I should be satiated, maybe even sore, but I’m not. This all feels so dirty, forbidden even. I was a virgin two weeks ago. What am I doing lying in bed with two men who just watched another fuck me?

But even thinking about the situation causes a restless energy to go through me and I wiggle, suddenly needing to move.

“I don’t think we’ve worn her out yet,” Luke says. He drags his thumb over my lower lip again. “I think we have a very needy girl here who wants another cock in her cunt.”

The graphic words shoot heat straight through my pelvis. Without thinking, I stick my tongue out and swirl it around the pad of his thumb.

His eyes darken. “Put a condom on,” he tells Wyatt. “You’re up.”

Wyatt’s hand tightens on my hip briefly and I hear him mutter, “Holy fuck.”

I can tell he’s turned on. His voice gets that lower husky tone when he is. I can also feel his throbbing erection against my hip.

He shifts and I hear the bedside table drawer open and a condom package rustle.

“Lie on your back,” Luke says.

I assume he’s talking to Wyatt since I’m already on my back.

I liked the cowgirl position Jackson taught me, so I start to roll toward Wyatt. Luke stops me, his big hands on my hips.

“Come here,” he says. He gets off the bed, then drags me to the bottom of the mattress.

“Move to the bottom of the bed,” he tells Wyatt.

Wyatt moves until his legs are dangling off the end of the mattress, but he stays on his back. His cock is long and thick and hard, encased in a condom. He strokes his hand from tip to base, over and over, his eyes glued on me.

“Right here.” Luke starts to lift me as if I’m going to sit in Wyatt‘s lap, but I’m facing away from Wyatt.

“I don’t get to see her face? Or those pretty tits bouncing while she rides me?” Wyatt asks. I feel his hands settle on my hips.

“You get her tight pussy around your cock,” Luke says as they continue talking about me as if I’m not here. “I want to see her face, tits, and the way she looks stretched out over you.”

Wyatt groans. “Fuck. Okay. We can always trade places another time because that sounds hot as hell.”

Luke’s gaze locks on mine. “Yeah.”

Luke helps position me over Wyatt’s cock, and there’s something incredibly hot and deliciously naughty about that.

I feel Wyatt’s hand underneath me, where he’s holding his cock, guiding me with one hand on my hip. Luke’s hands are on my waist and together they get me into position without me doing anything. I feel like I’m just a toy here for their pleasure and I flush with how much I like that. Then Wyatt pulls me down, slowly, but firmly, and I sink onto his cock, taking his entire length all at once.

He fills me up, and in this position, I feel every inch. I’m grateful for the previous orgasms and Jackson’s help in getting me warm and stretched out.

Speaking of Jackson, he strides back into the room as Luke lifts me, then lets me sink down again. I cry out and grip Luke’s forearms hard.

“Jesus,” Jackson says huskily, stopping a couple of feet away and just taking in the sight.

“Use me for leverage,” Luke tells me, drawing my gaze back to him. “Hold on to me while you fuck Wyatt.”

Oh, my God. I’m burning up. Wyatt has my pussy full, I’m holding onto Luke as I start to lift and lower, and Jackson is watching me with lust and awe that I swear I can feel seep into my skin.

I move a little faster, and I hear Wyatt swear, and his fingers dig into my hips. My breasts bounce, pulling both Luke’s and Jackson’s eyes. I tip my head back feeling completely wanton and like the object of every one of these men’s sexual fantasies.

It’s addicting.

“Jackson,” Luke grits out. “Get over here and play with her clit.”

“Love to.”

Jackson is there beside me a second later, one hand on my back, the other between my legs, circling my clit while Wyatt pumps up into me.

Luke’s hands are still on my waist but he’s not doing anything more than providing me a firm surface to push on as I lift myself up and down on Wyatt’s perfect cock. If I let go, I could brace my hands on Wyatt’s thighs, but I like this. I’m able to feel Luke’s hard muscles, hot skin, and look into his intense gaze. All while his friend’s cock is buried deep inside me.

Oh man, I am so done for.

How can I ever dream of having sex with anyone but these three ever again?

“My god you really do look like a gorgeous fallen angel who is here to steal our souls,” Jackson says, brushing my hair over my shoulder. “I will gladly spend eternity in hell for this.”

“Jackson,” I moan.

“Anything you need, sweetheart.”

“Harder. Faster.”

He complies, giving me more pressure and speed just as I asked.

I cry out, using Luke’s arms to move up and down Wyatt’s length faster, my thighs burning.

“That’s right, just like that, take what you need,” Luke coaches. “Use that cock.”

Wyatt’s hands squeeze me. “Jesus, Brooke. Fuck me. Yes, fuck me, like that.”

I move even faster. I feel my inner muscles start to tighten. But I can’t move fast enough , or reach quite the right spot.

Luke seems to realize that I need help and he suddenly grips my waist again, lifting and lowering me.

That does it. Three more strokes and I’m hurtling over the edge.

I cry out. I don’t even know what I’m saying, as pleasure and heat and the strangest sense of fulfillment wash over me.

A moment later, Wyatt’s roar fills the room and he stiffens beneath me as he comes hard.

I slump forward and Luke catches me, wrapping his arms around me. He pulls me forward and helps me sit on the edge of the bed between Wyatt’s knees.

Wyatt sits up behind me and wraps his arms around me, under where Luke’s hugging me.

Wyatt kisses the back of my shoulder while Luke kisses my head.

I feel Jackson stroking my arm as well.

It’s amazing to me that I can tell who's touching me without looking.

I have never felt this good in my life.

Good isn’t even a big enough word.

I want more. I want to know I can have this all the time. I don’t want a single other man to even hold a door for me and I don’t want another woman to smile at any of these men.

I lift my head, wrap my arms around Luke’s neck, and pull myself up against him. “Your turn,” I say, kissing his neck.

He strokes his hands down my back. “Easy, Angel. You need a minute. Or an hour.”

I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his cock. He’s huge and hard. “No. I want you now. Right now. Right after them.”

I don’t care if I’m sore after this. I want them all. Now. Together.

“Angel…”

“Please...” I put a little pleading into my voice.

“Brooke.”

He’s using that deep, commanding voice that absolutely heats me to my core. I know he’s trying to be bossy and thinks that’s going to get me to listen to him. What it’s really doing is making me need him even more.

“I’ll do anything you want, except not have you inside me tonight,” I tell him.

I feel an actual shudder go through him and I know it’s barely restrained lust.

The power I feel at that is addicting.

I run my mouth up and down his strong neck. “Please, Luke.”

I don’t know what exactly it is that finally breaks him, but he grips my waist. Then he pulls me back and turns me so I’m facing the bed, where Wyatt is still sitting.

“Hands on Wyatt’s thighs,” Luke tells me as he bends me at the waist. I feel his big hand stroking up and down my back and over my ass. “This time he’s going to need to hold onto you.”

Oh my God, I’m still wet, but I feel my pussy respond to the dark promise in his words.

I meet Wyatt's eyes as I brace my hands on his thighs. He covers my hands with his. “You are incredible,” he tells me, his voice rough.

Luke’s hand is between my legs now, stroking through my wetness, circling my clit. “Last time I’m going to ask?—”

He slides two thick fingers into me and I gasp.

“You ready for me?”

“Yes, God yes,” I say, making my voice as strong as I can. “I want you, Luke.”

Jackson moves against my side, gathering my hair back into a ponytail.

“Fuck, this is the hottest experience of my life,” he says to all of us in general.

I feel the head of Luke’s cock against my entrance and I push back slightly. The next thing I feel is a sharp sting against my ass.

I gasp. Luke just spanked me.

“Stand there and take what I give you,” he says firmly. Then he thrusts.

Even if I was going to say something—sass him or tease him or argue—he just stole my breath.

He didn’t ease in, he didn’t hesitate, he’s deep all at once.

“Oh God ,” is all I manage.

“You can take it,” Wyatt tells me, stroking his hands up and down my arms. “Let him have that amazing pussy that Jackson and I just fucked.”

“You’re doing so well,” Jackson tells me from my side, brushing his hand over my face and down my neck. “Such a good girl. You’re able to handle all three of your men, aren’t you?”

I don’t hear anything from Luke except harsh breathing and the slapping of skin as he thrusts into me over and over. But I feel him in every inch of my body.

Every nerve ending is on fire, and every single one of his thrusts not only fills up my pussy, but I feel like he’s filling my entire body with emotions I can’t even define.

Having them all three here like this, touching me, talking to me, watching the others take me, feels like a dream. A hot, dirty, erotic fantasy that I didn’t even know I had before the cabin and I wouldn’t even tell my closest friends about. This is deep dark secret stuff.

But I share it with these men. They’re not judging. They’re enjoying every minute right along with me.

And I will relive it over and over and over again. I know that. But I never want it to end.

“Come for me,” Luke commands harshly. He reaches around and finds my clit, circling and pressing.

I’m honestly not sure that I could possibly have another orgasm, but then just like that, like he put a match against a fuse, my body lights up and I feel the coiling tightness again.

“Oh, my God, Luke,” I almost whisper, feeling my body start to tighten around his.

“That’s right. That’s fucking right,” he bites out as he continues to thrust into me. “Come on my cock, Angel. Let me feel you.”

And as if my body is his instead of mine, I do exactly as he commands. I clamp down, almost harder than before.

He groans, squeezing my hips hard, and empties into me.

I remember then that he’s not wearing a condom. The dirty, erotic wildness of all of this is compounded by the fact that when he pulls out, I feel the wet stickiness on my inner thighs.

He leans over and kisses my neck, then mutters against my ear, “One of these times, I’m actually going to be in control of how this goes between us.”

I love that I can make him snap, so I hope that’s not entirely true. Then again, an in-control, taking-his-time Luke would be fun. I did have a glimpse earlier when he was deciding how things should go with Wyatt and Jackson.

Wyatt kisses my forehead and Jackson kisses my shoulder and, despite just doing the absolute dirtiest thing I’ve ever even imagined, I feel cared for and adored.

I’m saved from having to figure out what to do or say next by Wyatt nudging me back into Luke’s arms so that he can stand from the bed. Then he bends and sweeps me up into his arms and strides into the bathroom. He turns on the shower, sets me inside the glass wall enclosure and looks down at me with an affectionate smile. “I’m gonna give you about ten minutes alone to decompress. Then I’m gonna come in here and wash your hair.”

He deals with the condom, gives me one last look with a wink, then leaves me alone to breathe, gather my thoughts, and pinch my arm to convince myself all of that actually just happened.