I say sleep, but we hardly get any shuteye at all. By day fourteen, we’re all bleary-eyed and slightly dazed, our bodies sore and our minds exhausted.
I’ve never felt like this before about anyone. When I’m between Colby, Sebastian, and Micky, I can’t get close enough. I scratch at their skin, desperate for more contact, more weight on me, more hands holding me down, more huge cocks between my bruised thighs. They kiss me so deeply it’s as though they’re searching for some kind of answer and never quite finding it.
But they don’t give up.
They never give up.
Only when I succumb to exhaustion, do they leave me to sleep.
Micky’s dare hangs over us every moment we’re together. It pushes aside all thoughts of my mom and their dad and what’s happening to the structure of our family. It hangs over me when I watch the triplets sleep and it’s there in the recesses of my mind when I’m going through the motions of attending class and spending time with my friends because any time I’m away from my boys, I miss them.
I miss them so badly.
I let them do things to me I never thought I’d let anyone do. They explore my body with their tongues, leaving no part untouched. There’s no embarrassment when I’m letting go with one of them, and I know the other two are watching. Instead of shame, I’ve come alive through this crazy relationship we’re building on a stupid dare.
It shouldn’t be possible to feel so much about three men. I’ve never been capable of these kinds of feelings with even one man before. But the Townsend triplets own me, physically and mentally. I’m the most content, the most whole, when each of them is inside me at the same time. I’m like the sun that they orbit around. We move perfectly, like one being.
I lay against Colby’s front, my face pressed into his chest, and his cock buried deep in my pussy. “Don’t move,” he whispers. “Just relax. Seb’s going to handle everything.” His hand strokes over the back of my head, my neck, and lower over my back, soothing all the tension from me. Seb slicks cool lube over my taint, massaging slowly until his thumb has slid inside me. This is the first real intrusion there, and just one digit feels huge. Colby must sense me tensing again, but he carries on his slow stroking motion, whispering for me to relax, that they’ve got me, that they’ll never hurt me.
It’s the last part that wraps around my heart and squeezes. I know in this context that he means physically, but I wish I could believe that he means emotionally, too.
Seb pushes in another digit, twisting slowly inside me , and I grunt, the sensation strange and weirdly arousing. I shift on Colby’s dick, but he anchors me tightly against him.
“It’s going to feel so good,” he says softly. “Trust me.”
I wish I could let go of the one percent of doubt that I always have, clouding every relationship I ever build. I wish my dad hadn’t shown me that even the people who are supposed to be the most reliable and trustworthy in my life can let me down.
As Seb works me until I’m slick and ready to take him, Micky moves closer, his cock hard and ready.
Anticipation thrills up my spine.
This isn’t the first time I’m going to take them all inside me at once. Although at first, it seemed like an impossible idea, I’ve taken Micky and Seb inside my pussy at the same time and Colby in my mouth. It was the first time in my life that I’ve ever felt truly whole.
And now. This just feels like the next step.
Seb’s heavy hand rests at the bottom of my spine. “Ready, Ellie?”
“Yes,” I whisper. Colby’s arms wrap around me so tightly that he squeezes the breath from my lungs, but I love it. Here with these men, I feel like nothing in the universe can touch me.
The press of Seb’s cock against my taint is weird. I wish I could see what he’s seeing. The impossible sight of something so big trying to penetrate something so tight.
But it isn’t impossible. With the weight of his body, he eases inside me, inch by perfect inch, and I groan like an animal in heat. Colby’s body is rigid, and I realize why. He can feel every movement through just a thin barrier inside me. How he’s holding himself together, I don’t know.
“Nearly there,” Seb says. His voice is so gruff and out of control.
When I feel his thighs against mine, I know he’s done it. He’s deep inside me.
“Slowly,” Colby tells his brother, the warning clear.
I raise onto my palms, turning to Micky and looking into his hungry green eyes. “Ready?” I ask him.