The house was quiet.

My head spun, a million thoughts scattering through my mind after what happened earlier. After he’d made me cum with his cock deep in my ass, Garret had run the shower, dragged me in there, and pulled me back into his arms. That time, he’d gone slow, using his fingers and his tongue on my clit to make me come once again.

He’d gone out after, though he barely got out the door with his lips pretty much permanently seared to mine, kissing me wildly against the back door downstairs until he’d finally pulled away.

And then, I was alone. Garret was out. Nolan and Max were also mysteriously missing from the house. First, I did some classwork I needed to get done. Then I aimlessly binged some shows on Netflix. I texted Kenzie, but then remembered when I got zero response back that Wilder and Lincoln — her two men — were back in town, which I’m sure meant she was…occupied.

My face burned at the thought of me teasing her the other day about “running all over the house having threesomes.” I mean, pot, kettle, black, right? I sucked my lip between my teeth, my body glowing at everything that’d happened since then — at Max and Nolan taking me together on the couch, and making me explode in ways I’d never imagined. And then of Garret — stern, rough, dominant Garret, turning me into a fucking puddle and then taking my ass for the first time.

I blushed at the memories, but quickly, the blush turned to something much hotter and fiercer.

I slid down onto the couch, tossing the tv remote aside as I remembered everything — everything. The way Nolan and Max had taken me together, two big cocks sliding into me and making me come so fucking hard. I thought about Garret’s tongue on my ass, and then of bending me over and fucking it. God I felt so fucking dirty with what had happened. But then, I also felt something else.

I felt like I was part of something. It felt comfortable, and like what had happened was all meant to happen. Really, it kind of felt like my first night at Nolan’s house — the way I’d felt so protected, and like I was home. But then, there were now three men — three men who hadn’t just taken me physically, but had also gotten in deep in my heart.

But holy shit, I’d slept with all three of them in the last three days.

I felt my body tingle. God, who was I? And they were friends, too. Max and Nolan, well, that had been resolved it seemed. But then there was Garret. He knew about what I’d done with his friends, but was he really okay with it?

…Was I okay with being in the middle of three of them, when they all had this history together before me?

The house was too quiet, and with my scattered thoughts roaring through me, I shook my head as I sprang from the couch. Fresh air is what I needed. Fresh air and a swim.

* * *

The pool in Nolan’s backyard felt amazing. So did the half glass of red wine I’d poured myself from his liquor cart. I knew I had a bathing suit somewhere, but in all of my moves, and crashing with friends, it’d disappeared from my suitcase. Maybe it was in my car, but I wasn’t going to go check, even if I’d moved it to Nolan’s driveway.

Instead, I was nude, and it felt incredible..

I mean, screw it — no one could see me. None of the neighbors had a view into Nolan’s backyard through the trees, and there was a fence besides that. The fact that it was dark outside save for the low, glowing lights from under the water gave the whole thing this erotic edge, and I felt the water tease over my bare skin as I slid through the pool.

And yet, all I could think of was them — specifically, them touching me, and kissing me, and taking me the way they had. I thought of Garret’s filthy words, and the heat tingled between my legs.

“Next time, maybe all three of us will fuck you together. Maybe all three of us will feel those big pouty lips wrapped around our cocks. And feel that tight, pretty little pussy slide down every inch of us. Maybe next time, you’ll get three daddies fucking your naughty little ass to teach you a lesson.”

I’d come almost the second he’d said it before, the thought of all three big, gorgeous, muscled, dominant men taking me together sending me over the edge. And there in the pool, I imagined it again — how dirty and yet how fucking hot it would be to be in the middle of all three of them.

I made it another thirty seconds in the pool before there was no denying that it was much more than the water making me wet.

I stepped out, toweling off as my pulse raced and my mind whirled. I wrapped a terry cloth I’d found in Nolan’s master bathroom around myself, the fact that it was his almost like an extra tease on my skin. I sank back into the pool chair and raised the glass of red wine to my lips.

All three of them.

Yikes.

Yeah, it was beyond dirty. It was into darkest fantasy territory. What if it came to that? What if I let them have everything, together? The mental image of all three gorgeous, older men slowly peeling my clothes off, and sliding their hands over me had me panting in seconds. I imagined three mouths teasing over my skin — six hands pinning me down as they made me moan.

Three big, thick cocks, all for me.

I gasped as I sank deeper into the pool chair, taking another big sip of wine before I set it down. The robe fell open, but I didn’t do a thing to fix that. I shivered, feeling the night air on my bare skin as my dirty thoughts pumped through me. My hands slid to my skin, fingers teasing down my body as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over.

There was something so illicit, so naughty about being naked like this outside. I knew no one could see me, but still, I wasn’t ever naked outside of my bedroom or the shower. I grinned to myself, bringing my hands up to slide up over my torso, feeling the soft slope of my breasts as my fingers slipped up the underside of them and over my hard, pink little nipples. I sighed as my fingers teased over them, pulling them lightly and bringing a gasp to my lips. I let my legs splay out wide as I sat back in the deep couch, bringing my knees up slightly.

Keeping a hand on my breast to cup and squeeze at it, I let my other hand tease down my body, down over my belly, and across my thigh to my pussy. There on the pool chair, I groaned as my fingers slid across my slick lips. With a gasp, I pushed my finger lower, dipping it into my folds as I groaned.

I couldn’t help it. I thought of them.

As I moaned and let myself sink back into the couch, thinking of the three gorgeous, older men whose house I was in. I thought of the way Nolan’s eyes had flashed over me, hungrily, full of burning desire and need in a way I’d never felt before, that first night at the bar. I thought of how he’d taken me, like he was claiming me as his own. I remembered Max kicking in Matt’s door, and standing up for me. I remembered the way he’d grabbed me into his lap, the way his fierce kisses had left me breathless and how his strong fingers had left me aching for more.

I remembered the two of them spanking me, and talking to me with such filthy words that my panties had practically melted. My body trembled, and my fingers moved in and out of my slick, aching pussy as I remember how the gorgeous professor and the hunky football legend had fucked me together, making me come like nothing else ever.

And then I thought of Garret — Garret and his perfect, military-hardened body crashing into me, and then him putting his mouth all over me and making me lose my fucking mind. I moaned louder, the robe falling open completely as both my hands slid between my legs, rolling my clit and plunging my fingers in and out. I thought of how he’d taken my ass for the first time — how he’d somehow both demanded and asked at the same time — how he’d made me feel like a princess and a slut all at once in a way that’d made me beg for more.

I groaned as I sank a finger deep into my pussy, feeling my sticky wetness flood around my hand. I pictured all three of them now — all three of them surrounding me, their strong hands ripping my clothes off and teasing me, their mouths over every inch of my skin. I imagined three big cocks, hard and throbbing against my body, and all for me.

I slid a second finger inside, moaning loudly — maybe because of the wine or because of my own pure excitement. I began to plunge my two fingers deeply into my hot, dripping cunt, curling them up inside me and rubbing against that sweet spot as I moaned. I flexed up, pushing my hips against the palm of my hand as I fingered myself, rubbing my aching clit against my hand. My other fingers teased around the edges of my areolas, pinching and pulling at my aching nipples as I fucked myself.

I began to get louder and louder, more and more turned on as I bucked up against my hand. I had my legs spread as wide as I could get them, my feet up in the air as I gasped and moaned and fingered my aching cunt with thrusting, plunging fingers. I let myself go completely, and started to let the fantasy get wilder and wilder. I pictured not their fingers, but their cocks, hard and ready for me. I imagined Nolan pounding into me like this, holding my legs up as he buried his cock in my pussy and fucked me senseless. I gasped as I brought my fingers up from my breasts and sucked them between my lips, moaning and sucking on them as if they were a cock — Garret’s cock, in my mind.

Fuck, I tried to imagine Max joining in, with all three of them claiming me together and fucking me like some sort of sex goddess. My brow creased in pleasure and my muscles began to tighten. I could feel my toes start to curl as I felt my body wrench itself towards that edge and that sweet release, my breath catching in my throat. My fingers began to blur, making wet sounds as they plunged in and out of my pussy as I felt myself begin to fall, tumbling over the edge.

I gasped as I came, moaning out into the darkness and thinking of nothing but all three of them as my orgasm tore through me. My breath ragged, I groaned, and slowly opened my eyes.

I gasped.

My heart jumped into my throat, and I shrieked and shoved myself backwards, grabbing the robe and yanking it back closed as I jumped to my feet.

There, standing at the edge of the pool’s patio, were Max, Nolan, and Garret. And all three of them were staring at me with heavy, hungry looks etched across their faces. We stood in silence for one second — me panting, clutching my robe shut. And then the three big, gorgeous, sexy older guys, eyed me like I was dinner.

Nolan made a tsking sound as he shook his head.

“Drinking, huh?”

“I only had a few sip—”

He shook his head, his heated gaze sending a tingle through me as it melted into me.

“And just laying around outside playing with that naughty little pussy for anyone to see, hmm?” Max growled, his arms folding over his muscled chest.

My eyes darted between them. Wait, they were all here. And there wasn’t any yelling. There were no fists being thrown. They weren’t tearing apart as friends. No, they were just all looking at me with those intense, fiery gazes, and slowly, they started to move towards me.

“Such a bad girl,” Garret growled out, reaching up and starting to unbutton his shirt. I gasped quietly a shiver of pure heat teasing through me, making the desire pool between my legs.

“And I think this little bad girl needs to be punished.”

“Definitely needs a lesson,” Max purred, peeling his shirt off and tossing it away.

Oh God, yes…

“I think this little brat needs a daddy,” Nolan said quietly, his shirt dropping to the ground as they all moved even closer.

“Actually, I think she might be so naughty that she needs three.”