HUGE 3D: A MFMM MENAGE STEPBROTHER ROMANCE (HUGE SERIES Book 5) Page 13

  The sound of two groans behind me is almost too much to bear and I grind my ass against his hand. “You want me…” he lines himself up with my waiting entrance, “to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  I’m expecting him to push inside me. My pussy feels so empty, so ready.

  But instead, he takes a step back, leaving me panting.

  “We better get over to Dane’s room then,” he says, and Dylan chuckles.

  “Funny, that’s what I said.”

  “We learned to share when we were three, dude,” Drew laughs quietly. “Why break the habit of almost a lifetime.”

  24

  I’m even more careful this time, tip-toeing down the hall to the room furthest away from Mom and Richard’s room—Dane’s. This time I have Drew and Dylan following me and even more risk of being discovered. I reek of sex and both my stepbrothers have huge bulges in their boxers that I know are going to be mine as soon as we get past this door.

  Outside the window, the sky has gone from jet black to a dusky purple, the very edges of the tree-line visible. Fuck, we need to hurry up. It’s almost sunrise.

  I turn the doorknob as quietly as possible before slipping into Dane’s room and waiting for Dylan and Drew to do the same. Seeing Dane lying there on his bed makes my heart ache.

  He’s my big teddy bear.

  Just like Dylan, Dane’s got his sheet twisted all around him, clearly a fan of sleeping butt-naked like the other two. The only difference now is the fact that Dane’s sheet is tented by his impressive morning wood, even though he’s very much asleep. Fuck…he looks even bigger lying there like that.

  I hear Dylan and Drew chuckling behind me. “You could just tug back his sheets and sit on it. To hell with the talking,” Drew whispers. Dane stirs and I freeze.

  I bite my lip and get a closer look at the end of his bed, watching his broad chest rise and fall with each breath. His thick biceps gleam under the light coming from a small bed lamp beside him he must have forgotten to turn off, his one arm cocked beneath his head.

  His dark hair drapes across his forehead, leaving me wanting to brush it out of his face and to feel my fingers running through it. God, even while he’s sleeping he looks like he could easily fit on the cover of one of those insane fitness magazines I always see at the store.

  Under the sheet, I see the way his dick twitches. I wonder what he’s dreaming about to get him so hard… I get another sneak peek as I slowly peel back the sheet wondering if Drew is right. Dane is definitely the most likely to forgive me out of the three of them.

  I’m feeling pretty rung out with all the apologizing and even though I know Dane deserves my sorry as much as the other two, I think I can show him better than I can tell him right now.

  Carefully, I ease my way onto the bed next to him. Drew and Dylan come closer as they see what I’m intending. I bend over his body, lightly kissing the tip of his huge cock. Damn, he’s burning up. He starts to stir, his hips shifting, but he’s still asleep, so I go a little further, using my tongue to lick him gently. Dane moans in his sleep, his body jerking as I suck gently, sliding my mouth over him as much as I can.

  Suddenly Dane’s hands are on my head, pushing me down onto his cock. I nearly gag from the size of him, and even though it takes him a few seconds to realize what’s happening, Dane finally comes to.

  “Milly?” he whispers in the dim light, still half asleep by the sounds of it. “What…what are you doing?”

  Drew and Dylan start to laugh at their brother’s surprise.

  “I think that’s Milly’s way of telling you that she’s sorry,” Drew chuckles.

  “Damn,” Dane says. “Did your momma not teach you to use your words?”

  We all start quietly laughing. “I don’t know about you, dude, but I’d take a blow job over an apology any day!” Dylan says.

  They all murmur agreement. “Can I get on with this or shall we all sit around chatting all night,” I say?

  There’s another murmur but this time of encouragement.

  I don’t need any though. This is about showing Dane how much he means to me. With my lips, I tell him I’ve missed him. With my tongue, I tell him I’m sorry, and with my mouth, I show him how much I love him. I worship him until his thighs are shaking and his breathing is hoarse, and his brothers have their hands over my body, encouraging me to pursue this to the end.

  So I do.

  I suck him and suck him until he’s pulling back, so close to the edge that he can’t even speak to tell me. I clasp his hips because I want to taste him. I want to know the salty sweetness of his arousal.

  It’s only after that Dane leans over and scoops me up until I’m over his huge body. He pulls me against him, hugging me tightly, surprising even me by the sweet gesture. Dane really is a teddy bear, after all.

  “Listen,” he begins, cradling my head in his giant hand. “You don’t need to be scared about anything, Mills. I know what you’re thinking…you’re thinking that we’re just going to let you down. That this isn’t real for us, but that’s not true, Mills.”

  It’s as if the weight of my own actions and words has been finally pushed off of me, and I’m free to finally look up again. Dane’s eyes reflect the light, watching me closely.

  “Don’t think for a moment that you aren’t worthy, that you don’t deserve what we want to give you. You’re it for us, okay? And you need to understand that we’ll do whatever we have to do to make this work. Anything you want us to do to make you feel comfortable. Fast or slow…we’ll take things at whatever pace works for you.”

  I feel the tears brimming in my eyes again, but I’m tired of letting them fall. I wipe them on my shoulder, sniffling and smiling. “I’m sorry, Dane,” I say, stroking his face. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Hey…I never want to hear that from you, okay. I know you had your reasons. Nothing you did was about hurting us. It was about protecting you. We get it. But you gotta talk to us, baby. You gotta tell us how to make this work.”

  I lean down and kiss him, and when he wraps his hands around my waist I feel safe like nothing could ever get to me from my place in his arms. I melt against Dane’s chest, feeling at peace.

  “It’s time, Mills,” Drew says from his position to my right. “It’s time for us to show you exactly how we feel.”

  A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine.

  I want to tell them that it’s time for me to show them too, but the words are lost in Dane’s kiss and the feeling of my two other stepbrothers finding their way closer to me. Dane allows Drew to roll me onto my back. It only takes a split second before he buries himself deep inside me, his thick cock pulsing. It’s easy because I was already so aroused and I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him closer so that he can sink in even deeper. He pushes his arm beneath my neck so he’s holding me close, and then he starts to move. He takes it so slowly, pulling back out so that we’re both groaning with the sensation.

  He does it again and again, each thrust getting deeper, as he kisses my cheeks and my lips, telling me how beautiful I am and how he’s never wanted to be inside anyone else more than right now.

  He picks up the pace little by little and we find a rhythm that is perfectly matched by the stroking hands of his brothers.

  “Jesus Christ, you feel so good,” he whispers. I can feel him throbbing inside of me, signaling that he’s close. I’m close too. Every graze of his pelvis over my clit sends me closer to the oblivion I’m seeking.

  “Don’t’ stop,” I tell him, grabbing his ass and digging my finger in the rhythm that will take me over the edge. He moves exactly as I need him to and I close my eyes, lost in the pleasure until I’m coming and he’s coming and everything is perfect. Dylan and Drew are there, telling me I’m perfect, that this is everything that they want. Drew doesn’t take too much time to come to his senses, and then he’s pulling out of me, leaving me free for his brothers to enjoy.

  I don’t know how to explain how am
azing it feels to have two men sucking on your nipples while another stokes your already swollen clit with the very tip of his finger. I feel like I’m being turned inside out with pleasure like my body won’t be able to take what’s coming. There is something a little scary about it…a feeling that you I’ll totally lose control, but then that is the thing that makes it so unbelievably perfect. I want to submit to them. I need them to know that I’m theirs.

  They take me to the very edge this way, then, as if they all have this thing synchronized they stop at the same time.

  “Don’t…,” I gasp with frustration but Dylan is already rolling me over and tugging me up until I’m on my hands and knees.

  “I can see you dripping with Drew’s cum,” he says lazily, stroking his hand over my ass. He’s waited the longest to take his pleasure but it doesn’t seem as though he’s in much of a hurry.

  “You wanna get in there?” Drew asks him.

  “Fuck yeah,” Dylan says. “I’m just enjoying watching her pussy drip.”

  His words make me clench and I feel more wetness on my leak from me. “You hungry, baby,” Dane asks me. I nod because I am. Even though I’ve come so hard already, I need more. I need Dylan to fill me and know that he’s had his turn. I’m not expecting it when he lines up the head of his cock with my entrance and pushes. I’m so swollen that there’s resistance, but I’m also wet as a river. In three thrusts he’s in deep, his hips pressing against my ass, while his hands grip my waist.

  “Ahhh…” I groan. The complete penetration feels so good but I need more to come. I need fingers on my clit. I need fingers on my nipples. I need dirty words in my ears while Dylan draws himself in and out in the perfect motion. I don’t have to ask for any of it.

  Dane is there, his finger tapping gently on my sensitive clit. Drew’s are more vicious, twisting at my nipples until I cry out with pleasure-pain. My eyes are wide open, staring at nothing but the dark headboard, as I get the full experience of being shared by my stepbrothers.

  Dylan wraps one arm around my waist and uses the other to grasp my hair. I do my best to keep quiet but it’s so hard with his huge length buried inside of me.

  I can feel a mouth on my neck, licking, sucking, all in time with his rough thrusts. “You’re amazing Milly,” Dylan gasps. “Everything about you is fucking perfect. Your cute ass, your sassy mouth. Fuck, you’re so tight…you don’t know what it’s like for us. Having you around and not being able to touch you…not being able to kiss you and mmm, fuck you…”

  His hand wraps back around my hair again, pulling my head back. “See what you do to us, baby?”

  I look from Dane to Drew, witnessing the arousal in their eyes, and the softness too. All of it feels so amazing, but it’s their words that warm my mind and my heart.

  “Ohh, oh god,” I moan, writhing against him the best that I can. “I…I…I need you…” I whisper before the stars behind my eyelids blot out everything else except for the fullness of him inside me and the working hands on my body. My legs shake as I come, my arms going weak. I almost fall but they are there to catch me.

  “Shit, Milly. Fuuuck.” Dylan moans in time with me, both of us getting louder until he clamps his hand over my mouth. I can feel his explosive release inside of me and instead of an ending, it feels like a beginning.

  Somehow I end up laying on Dane’s chest with Drew’s hand resting on my butt and Dylan’s on my shoulder. The smell of them just makes me cuddle up closer, nestling my head under Dane’s chin and using my hands to caress Drew and Dylan.

  I’m completely blissed out and it seems like they are too. I don’t know how long we lie there listening to each other breathe, but just as my eyes start to drift shut, I hear the faint beep-beep-beeping of Mom’s alarm in the next room…

  EPILOGUE:

  “Oh my god, I’m so nervous. My stomach is in knots!” Hannah looks away from the football field, covering her face with her hands. A second later she’s peeking through the cracks between her long fingernails.

  I can’t exactly blame her. Watching the final most important football game of the season is challenging enough, even for someone like me who’s always cheered on the other team, but knowing how much the game means to Dane and Drew? That only makes it ten times crazier.

  Drew’s arm snaps back as he throws the football an insane number of yards, the wide receiver at the other end of the field just barely catching it before winding his way around the other team’s hulking defense.

  Down near the starting bench, Dylan’s bouncing back in forth on his heels, his eyes following the football. Even though he’s not part of the football team, no one would dare say anything against him being down there cheering on both of his brothers. My heart stutters watching him watching the game. That kind of support and love is unlike anything else I’ve ever seen, and I’m lucky enough to be a part of it.

  It took a little while to finesse everything out, especially with Mom and Richard always around. It’s not that I don’t want to be out and proud of my relationship with the guys, it’s just that it’s easier to keep it to ourselves when it comes to our parents. And to be honest, I’m not quite ready to face that kind of disapproval head-on, even with the triplets constantly telling me how they’re more than willing, to be honest. I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

  The crowd roars as the wide receiver makes it within ten yards of the end zone before being tackled by the other team. Me and Hannah both rise to our feet, screaming and cheering for our guys.

  Ever since she stuck up for me in the cafeteria months ago, Hannah and I have become good friends. It just makes things easier when she gets the situation without me having to blush and fumble to explain things. Hannah, herself has had some rough times in the past and tries to be the best mother she can be for her kid. She’s so strong that it would be difficult not to admire her and want to be friends with her in fact. But she’s also hilarious, just like her boyfriend Dominic, who plays on the team.

  “Ah! We’re only one touchdown away, can you believe it? Oh my god, if we win, the guys are going to go nuts!” she laughs before downing the rest of her beer.

  “I can only imagine. It’s going to be all they talk about for the next month!”

  She playfully smacks me, her breath blowing out in a hazy white puff. “One thing I won’t miss about football season is sitting outside on these metal bleachers and freezing my ass off.”

  I nod. “At least you’re done for the year. Dylan starts his last season of basketball next month. Although at least it’ll be inside,” I add, smiling down at him as he talks to some of the players on the bench.

  Even now, months later, it’s still unreal to think that the triplets are all mine. And to think…if I hadn’t stepped up and taken what I wanted, I wouldn’t be in the position I’m in now.

  The idea wasn’t even mine to begin with, and when Falon brought up the idea of renting an apartment with her, I nearly cried in relief. My own place to do as I please with my stepbrothers without anyone saying a word? I had squeezed her so hard she was out of breath when she pulled away laughing. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  Ever since we moved into our apartment things have been able to flourish even more between me and the guys and we’ve had plenty of alone time. Of course, I miss living with them, having access to them whenever I want to see them, but this way our relationship has had a chance to develop without all the sneaking around and lying. No one bats an eye at the house because the guys are gone all the time between practices, games, and hanging out with friends anyway. Adding stops to my apartment doesn’t even warrant an eyebrow raise from our parents anymore.

  The whistle blows and Drew snaps the ball again, this time throwing it to their other receiver, who makes a mad dash and dive into the end zone right as the timer for the fourth quarter blares across the stadium. The six points that put our team in the lead blink under the scoreboard and just as we predicted, the crowd goes insane.

  The whole stadi
um seems to be vibrating, our side cheering loud and hoarse as confetti from somewhere above rains down. Down by the bench, I see Dylan screaming, clapping some team members of his brothers’ on the backs.

  Dane, at the opposite end of the bench with the rest of the defense line, finds me in the crowd, our eyes meeting as he gives me a huge grin and thumbs up.

  And on the field, a whole bunch of the guys piles onto the grass, throwing the receive and Drew up onto shoulders, screaming their victory.

  It’s the perfect end to the perfect game.

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  “Nah, I was thinking we could order some pizza from that place you girls like, right around the corner?” Dane says, whipping out his phone as the four of us make our way up the steps to my apartment.

  “How about Chinese food? I could totally go for some orange chicken right about now,” Drew adds.

  I fumble for my keys in my pocket, my gloves making it damn near impossible for me to feel them in the cold. “Ugh. Remind me to bring a radiator with me next season,” I mutter to them, finally getting the door unlocked.

  I give Falon a wave as we pile inside, the guys already taking up a bunch of space.

  “Hey,” she says, shoveling leftovers into her mouth on the couch. “How was the game?”

  “Killed ‘em,” Drew brags, shrugging his broad shoulders. “We won, of course.”

  Falon snorts.

  “You should’ve come,” I add, peeling my heavy coat from my arms. “And helped cheer everyone on. It was actually fun.”

  She squints down at the scraps of food left in the Tupperware container, giving her head a shake. “Rah-rahing and school spirit aren’t really my cuppa. But hey, at least we won. Woohoo! I suppose I’m going to need my headphones now.”

  “Headphones?”

  Dylan laughs behind me.

  “Yeah,” she says slowly. “I can only imagine what they uh, celebrating will be like. Paper thin walls, remember?” She pokes at the wall behind her as if to prove her point.