Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Chapter 9Adelina

Chapter Nine

Adelina

Graff’s thick hands ran down the length of my arms.

“You’re the sexiest thing I can imagine,” he breathed into my ear.

I leaned my head to the side, giving him more access, wanting more of him.

Rafe stopped kissing me and looked at Graff as though he needed permission. I took the opportunity to slide my hand down his six-pack and into the front of his swim trunks.

He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around his sizable cock. Wanting to see it free and glorious.

Rafe tipped his head back and moaned to the sky, letting pleasure take the place of his worries. And when he came forward again and looked at me with his forehead pressed against mine. There was nothing but years and years of desire written in his dark eyes.

“I want you,” I said. “All of you.”

In my ear, Graff whispered, “You’re not on birth control.”

I grabbed Graff’s hand and led it to my arm, showing him the rod under my skin.

“Damn, you’re nothing if not full of surprises,” Graff mused.

“I’m trying to be prepared.” I had to be when surrounded by three men, wanting them in a desperate, primal way that put all my gender studies college courses to shame. What had I become?

I reached up, grabbed Rafe around the back of the neck, and brought his mouth to mine. At the same time, Graff untied my swimsuit top. As he let it fall from my neck, I reached behind me to palm his cock as well, only then remembering exactly how thick he was.

Could I really take both of them? Without assistance? Lube or something?

Despite any stupid logistics, I wanted them both. Here and now, in this deserted area at this romantic pool that Rafe brought us to. A private place he shared with us, and I loved him all the more for it.

I wanted my men, and I would have them both inside me, one way or another. One step closer to all three.

Graff undid the tie at my back and let my swimsuit fall. It floated for a minute on the surface before sinking. I wasn’t worried because the pool was only waist deep.

Rafe dipped his head, running his tongue down my chest toward my nipple as he cupped one of my breasts. When he reached it, he circled his tongue around the perked bud, sending sparks straight to my core and making my pussy gush.

His other hand cupped the free breast, and then he moved his attention over to that side. I threw my head back and leaned into Graff, still holding and stroking his cock behind me.

As I pumped it up and down, the swim trunks he was wearing slipped down his hips, freeing his massive girth. I ran my finger over the tip, feeling the slick precum.

He was so ready.

I was so ready.

When Rafe released my breasts and came back to kiss me on the mouth, I grabbed his cock in my other hand. Longer, but not quite as thick as Graff’s. It was rigid as ever. Velvety smooth, hard, and slick at the tip as well. I kissed him hard, remembering the sensation of his cock sliding over my tongue and his cum draining down my throat no more than an hour before my wedding.

Behind me, Graff kept kissing along my neck, trading nips and licks and kisses with his lips. He slipped his hand into my hair and pulled backwards, driving a moan from my mouth and freeing me from Rafe’s kiss, only for him to seize my mouth with his own tongue. When he broke the kiss, his hot mouth went back to my ear.

“Tell me what you want, bella,” Graff growled.

My insides melted when he called me beautiful in my native tongue. “I want you both”

“What else,” he coaxed.

“At the same time.” I panted. “I want to lose myself in all the sensations you’re both creating in my body. I want us to be one. For you both to use me until I can’t tell where you begin and I end or vice versa. Make me forget, if only for a while.”

“Your wish. Our fucking command.” Graff slipped his fingers into my bathing suit bottoms and pushed them down my legs.

I stepped out easily. Leaving them to float. And then I said, “Now both of you.”

Obeying my every order, they slipped out of their swim trunks immediately. And then we all three stood naked in this little hot spring pool amid our private hot spring pool in the Nevada desert. I had lost my virginity bent over a table and tied down with all three of my men present. And this would be a new first.

I wished Sas were here too.

Graff backed up, pulling me with him. He sat on a rock, drawing me onto his lap. His thick, rigid cock stuck up between the V of my legs. Reaching around me, he stroked himself. And I licked my lips, wanting to wrap them around him.

“How the?... How is this gonna work with me in this position?” I asked, hungry and yet wondering how I was going to fit them all inside of me. My mind never wanted to shut off, even when I only wanted to enjoy this.

Enjoy them.

Graff chuckled. “Trust me.” And then he beckoned Rafe forward.

Rafe dipped down into the hot water, emerging with wet hair and droplets running in rivulets down his cut torso. He shoved both his hands through his hair to move it out of his eyes. Then, I basked in the sight of his naked, muscle-bound form as he strutted over to us.

Rafe’s eyes roamed up and down my body as I sat with my legs parted on Graff’s lower belly, leaking my arousal all over him. The pressure of his gaze alone made me wetter, needier.

But there was confusion in his eyes too. I had never done this, and neither had he. How were we going to all fit together?

I had to trust Graff, who I suspected understood how all this would work.

Graff’s fingers moved to my slit and started stroking. My head thrashed on his shoulder, and I started to lose myself in the sensations. I was so wet, so ready to come, so drenched with need for both of these men.

My men.

“That’s it, bella, you’re so pretty. You’re so sexy when you’re taking the pleasure we give. Isn’t she, Rafe?”

“Belleza perfecta? 1 ,” Rafe growled.

Rafe returned his attention to my breasts. Sucking the pink perked buds into his mouth and then letting them go and blowing where he’d licked. All the sensations went straight to my core where Graff still toyed with me.

The cool air proved a sharp contrast to the sun beating down on us all. It made me shiver, and then it made me shake with need.

Graff’s hand between my legs almost sent me over the edge without their cocks even coming near me.

I whined, then whisper-begged, “Please.”

“Please what, bella?” asked Graff.

“I’m so empty,” I said between deep breaths. “I need to be filled.”

Graff looked up at Rafe. “Wanna take over for me here?”

Before I knew it, Rafe’s fingers replaced Graff’s and ran over my clit. And Graff was stroking his cock again. With his now free hand, he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me, positioning as thick head at my entrance.

My pussy yawned, ready to welcome him home.

“Ohh, fuck yes,” I uttered as he penetrated the tight ring of muscles.

The stretch burned so good. It filled me so beautifully. I had to breathe through the piercing sensation as my muscles and my core stretched to allow him inside. Once his cock was partway buried in my pussy, he let go of the base and held my waist as he worked me up and down, stretching me for him so delightfully.

I cried out as control flew far away. The long and ever-deepening strokes felt so amazing.

Rafe kept working my clit above where Graff was now fucking me.

“Oh my God, Oh my God. I’m so sensitive; give me a minute,” I cried out.

Graff paused, a strain to his strong voice when he said, “Breathe, bella, breathe. You’re so beautiful. So ready for this. You’re gonna come so good. Let us make you feel good and take away all the shit that’s gone wrong in the last weeks. Let us worship you.”

Rafe’s ministrations on my slit slowed, and my body started to adjust to all the stimulation.

Between kisses along my neck, Graff asked, “You want both of us, right?”

I wasn’t sure how to speak the words. So I licked my lips and swallowed and nodded. I had no idea how I was going to take both of them but damn it if I wasn’t gonna try.

“Come here, Rafe,” Graff said. And then he guided my hand to Rafe’s cock. “Gather his precum on your fingers.”

I did as Graff ordered, and Sas crossed my mind. If he was here, he would be the one orchestrating the show. He would growl orders, impale me with his cock, and take whatever hole he wanted. He would claim me as his own, bruising my body with deep thrusts that left me choking.

Unlike Graff or Rafe, he wouldn’t care how he bent me or made me cry as he used my tears as lube. And I would love every minute of it.

I would love him for it.

That thought left me breathless.

But I trusted Graff’s experience too, his softer manner that drew me closer and opened me up to him like I was a belladonna flower in spring. My pussy was his to expose, peeling back my outer lips as petals.

I touched the head of Rafe’s cock, the slick bead that was threatening to drizzle off the end. Then I turned over my hand, staring at the cum glistening in the sun.

“Now wet his cock with it,” Graff said to me. “Or do you prefer to get it wet with your saliva?”

I was a bumbling mess with all these sensations, but something told me my saliva would work better. I leaned forward. Graff, at my back and still deep in my pussy, didn’t move. But he steadied me so that I didn’t slip into the water. And I trusted his strong arms and how he held me as though I was something precious.

Running my hand down Rafe’s cock, I opened my mouth.

“Not a full blow job, bella,” Graff warned. “You’re only getting him wet.”

I let my mouth water. Hell, it watered anyway for Graff’s and Rafe’s cocks. And then I wrapped my lips around Rafe, almost smiling at the moan he let out. Allowing my mouth to water and my saliva to slip down his shaft before I took more of him inside. When my hand around his base was wet too, Graff pulled me back.

Then he motioned for Rafe to come forward.

Rafe stared at my cunt hungrily as he stroked his cock using my saliva. My pussy clenched around Graff.

“She’s ready for you, brother,” he said.

I gasped and tried to look over at Graff. Did he really call Rafe brother ? When had this shift occurred? I was like a coach watching their player finally score the winning goal. Proud as hell.

But then Graff shifted his hips, reminding me of his thick length still inside me. It brought me back to the present and what I was doing with my uncle and husband’s best friend. As though I could forget. It had to be almost the size that Rafe’s hand was curled into a fist around the vibrator.

But it did make me forget about the details for the moment.

Rafe looked up at Graff. “Both?”

“Her body was made for us, Rafe,” said Graff.

I felt Graff nod more than heard or registered what he was saying, then the crown of Rafe’s cock touched my pussy below my clit and just above where Graff penetrated me.

I tensed.

Graff started massaging my shoulders “You’ve got this, bella. You want us both, and you’ll have us both. Now.”

I gasped. Every muscle in my body had to be a rock-hard knot.

“You can’t fight it,” said Graff in his soothing voice. “You’re going to have to relax and let us do this if you want both. C’mon. Breathe with me.”

“Damn”—my chest heaved—“you’re good at this.”

“I’ve been dreaming about it,” said Graff.

Rafe slipped his cock up and down my slit, gathering more wetness, both mine and his. And as he pressed forward, entering my pussy alongside Graff, I screamed out, forgetting what I’d been saying. Or if there was a reply.

Graff shoved his hands in the back of my hair, turned my head, and swallowed my scream. After owning my mouth, he broke the kiss. “You got this, bella. You’ve got it. Keep going, Rafe.”

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” I bellowed, tears prickling my eyes.

Graff shushed me and combed his fingers through my hair, reassuring me that everything was going to be fine. “It’ll only be a moment of pain. Then, you’re going to love it, I promise. Let us love you this way.”

Rafe grunted as he pushed in deeper. And oh my God...

Both!

They were both there, seated in my sheath. Together.

Filling me, stretching me, and making me want to explode.

If anybody touched my clit right now, I would tip over the edge. The smallest amount of friction would send me spiraling.

Relax, relax, I kept telling myself. I wanted this more than I wanted my next breath. I wanted them to fuck me senseless.

Once Rafe was buried to the hilt, he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the rock on either side of Graff. His breathing came in ragged, harsh waves, and when he opened his eyes, they were dark.

Like he was seeing into the past again.

He didn’t tell me what happened to him. He didn’t speak about it to anyone. But I saw the hole he was falling into. I had to stop him. To not let him go so easily!

“Rafe,” I called.

He twitched.

“Stay with me, Rafe.” I patted his cheeks. “I ca . . . ca . . .”

I wasn’t prepared for him to go dark, and my thoughts were too incoherent to tell him that.

Graff still held me up, supported me.

“Rafe?” I pleaded.

After a second, he blinked himself back to me. To us. And then Rafe looked down at me. “Are you okay?”

More than okay, but I had no words. I only felt happy he came back to me—to us.

Breathing was even hard. I was so full, my pussy so stretched, so tight around both of their cocks. I was adjusting. I was. And I craved them. Needed the friction and heat and the sensation of movement. I needed it all now.

“Fuck me,” I breathed to them both.

Rafe slipped his hands under my knees, helping to hold me in place.

Graff moved, and I cried out.

And then Rafe moved, and I cooed even more.

Was a mess of sensation I was. Nothing except desire and chemicals and fireworks going off in my body. My thoughts were everywhere. All I could do was feel the muscle encasing me and the hard cocks stretching my pussy so wide, so deliciously. So perfectly.

Graff moved again and I screamed. Rafe moved, and I called out, “Ohh yes, oh, OH!”

Every feeling, smell, and sensation exploded and melted back together. Who was moving or how or why was a complete mystery to me. The stretch and the friction inside me, the building desire, the pressure collecting, all threatened to detonate.

Threatening to knock us all off this precarious rock. I held on and let them fuck me crazy. Their voices joined the mix.

They melded together, impossible to identify whose was whose.

As much as I wanted to focus, to see their reactions, my mind, body, and soul were lost in the waves of raw, blistering sex. Were they getting pleasure from this? Or was it only me? I was reduced to a ball of hormones and need and sparks and fuses.

When Rafe touched my clit again?—

“Oh my God!” My back arched. My body seized up.

Vaguely, I heard my screams echoing off the rocks, along with the moans of both of my men as they pumped inside me harder, faster. I came around both of their dicks. And I came, and I came some more, and I didn’t think I could stop the orgasm if I tried. My second orgasm chased my first, no time for aftershocks or recovery before I was on to the third.

No breaks, I was a ball of senseless flesh and cum, floating in orgasmic blissful sea.

In my ear, Graff said, “I’m gonna come too. So fucking ready.”

He grunted as he thrust harder, and his cock grew thicker inside me. Warmth flooded me and filled my cunt, leaking from my stretched pussy while Graff called out his pleasure to the cliffs.

Rafe pumped harder, again and again. Sweat gathered on his forehead and dripped onto me and the smell of both men surrounding me and the scent of our pleasure cloying the air. It was fucking intoxicating.

I was lost, floating as they used my body, and we became the one I wanted us to be.

Suddenly Rafe threw his head back and bellowed out to the clear blue sky.

Graff had already ridden out his orgasm, but Rafe’s body started jerking and thrusting into mine harder and faster, uncontrollably and then he stalled. Locked up in time, beautifully frozen in ecstasy.

I reached for him then, happy tears pricking in my eyes to see him come undone.

Afterward and after soaking away some of the aches that went along with that stretching exercise, I lay on the shore tangled up in Rafe’s and Graff’s bodies.

We were all covered in sweat and cum and sand, and I touched Graff’s chest. My fingers trailed across the tattoos that covered him. It was like no part of him was left untouched, even his cock and ass cheeks. Graff settled beside me with a warm smile. Although, his cock was starting to rise again. I wasn’t ready for another round, so I dropped my hand.

Someday, I wanted him to tell me about every tattoo that covered him, but right now, laying in the sand with Rafe still holding my legs, I murmured, “I wish Sas was here.”

“So do I,” said Graff, closing his eyes and wincing.

“He will be soon.” Rafe—surprising me with his acceptance for this situation, Sas included—brushed his knuckles up my calves.

I looked around at the deserted cavern where we’d spent most of the morning, thinking how easy it would be to lose someone here. “You two better promise to bring me back to him in one piece.”

Graff smiled down at me and winked. “Is that a challenge?”

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