The Perfect Fit

Zeke pats his thigh when I walk into the den after I finish working on my article for the day. “Come here, baby doll.”

Baby doll? He said it earlier in the bathroom, and it had the exact same effect on me then. Why do those two words make my panties wet? Maybe it’s the way he says it, in that deep, commanding growl. Maybe it’s just because it’s Zeke.

Whatever it is, my legs shake as I make my way across the room. As soon as I’m within reach, he grabs my wrist and pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his huge arms around me and burying his face in my hair. He inhales deeply, and I bite my lip to stifle a giggle. I have no idea what happened to Zeke today, but whatever it was, I am so here for it.

When he lifts his head, I stare into his dark eyes, trying to read his thoughts. I fail miserably. “Thank you for making me a delicious lunch,” I whisper. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugs. “It was just a sandwich. Nothing special.”

Just a sandwich, my ass. It was roasted chicken with a little skin still on it, bacon, avocado, and a smidge of homemade mayo on rye—my all-time favorite. “It was to me.”

He gives a subtle shake of his head and rubs his left temple.

My heart rate kicks up a notch. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” he says with a half snort, half laugh. “Nothing is wrong.”

I shift on his lap. “I-I don’t understand.”

He bands his arms tighter around me. “It’s …” He sucks on his top lip and stares up at the ceiling for what feels like eternity. “You’re too good to be true, Lily.”

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. I can’t work out whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Before I can find my voice to ask, he fills the silence for me.

“Nothing about this … about me … about the way the guys and I are together …” He rubs his temple again and takes a deep breath before continuing. “None of it seems to bother you. At all.”

It’s my turn to frown now. “Well, why would it? You were all open about what this would be. About your dynamic. I knew what I was getting into.”

“Yeah, but there’s a difference between people thinking they’re okay with what we are and actually being okay with it.”

“Well, that might have been your past experience.” I take a chance and place my hand on his cheek. Happiness blooms in my chest when he doesn’t pull away. “But I am okay with it. All of it. Better than okay,” I assure him.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and an image of his mouth on me earlier causes warmth to pool in my core. I clench my legs together, and I guess he doesn’t miss my reaction because the corner of his mouth curls up. He brushes back my hair and trails his teeth over the sensitive skin of my throat. “You were exceptional today, my little buttercup,” he whispers. His hand runs up my legs to my thighs, fingers dusting across the bite marks he left there. I shiver on his lap. “You liked it when I marked you as mine?” He tugs my panties aside.

“Y-yes.” The word leaves my mouth on a desperate moan.

“Does thinking about it make you wet?” he chuckles softly, his hot breath dancing over my skin. I try to squirm, but he holds me still.

“Does it?” he asks again, running a fingertip through my folds. “Or should I just find out for myself?” Flicking my tampon string, he curls his finger around the end and gives a gentle tug that moves it only the slightest fraction but makes me gasp.

“Yes!”

He presses a soft kiss on my collarbone. “Yes what?”

“Yes, it makes me wet.”

Releasing the string, he places his finger on my clit instead, sparing my blushes. For now, at least. He rubs the hypersensitive bundle of nerves in slow, teasing circles. “Good girl.”

I fist my hands in his shirt as pleasure coils in my gut. “Zeke,” I whimper.

“You still got cramps?”

“No, but that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’ll never stop.” With a dark laugh, he sinks his teeth into my neck. My back bows, and he sweeps the tip of his tongue over where he just bit me, soothing the sting. “You’re mine now, buttercup.”

“I am?” I pant, a mind-blowing orgasm building deep in my core.

“Damn fucking right you are. That’s the thing with me, Lily. I’m a fucking monster, but I’m your monster now.” He presses harder on my clit, and searing hot pleasure skitters up my spine. “You kept on pushing me, daring me to let you in. And now that I have …”

I rock my hips, arching into the euphoria he’s giving me with only one finger. “W-what?”

“I’ll never let you go.”

“I d-d-oh, fu-oh!” My climax rips the words from my throat, leaving me unable to tell him that I never want him to.

“You look so fucking pretty when you come for me,” he groans as he goes on massaging his finger over my clit, drawing out my orgasm for as long as he can.

“Zeke,” I pant, my hands still fisted in his shirt.

He puts his finger into his mouth, eyes burning into mine as he sucks it clean. “You taste pretty fucking good too.”

“Only pretty good?” Xander says, and we both look up to find him and West standing in the open doorway. “I’d say abso-fucking-lutely delicious, wouldn’t you?” he asks West, who hums his agreement.

Despite the two of them having seen me come before, my cheeks still burn with embarrassment. “How long have you two been standing there?”

“Not nearly long enough, unfortunately,” West says with a wicked grin. He strides across the room and leans down to give me a soft, lingering kiss. Then he turns his attention to Zeke, who licks his lips. West grabs Zeke’s hair, tilting his head back and crashing their mouths together. I watch, transfixed. Zeke parts his lips, allowing West to slide his tongue inside, and Zeke’s already hard cock twitches against my hipbone. The sight of these two like this is so damn hot. I want to slip my hand between my thighs and get myself off to the spectacle. But that would be selfish of me, right? Especially after Zeke just gave me an incredible orgasm. So instead I slide my hand into Zeke’s sweatpants and squeeze the base of his shaft, making him groan into West’s mouth.

West flashes me a quick wink before returning his attention to Zeke. Not all his attention though. With his free hand, he yanks my damp panties out of the way and flicks his thumb over my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper. Working Zeke’s cock while watching him get tongue-fucked by West as he plays with my pussy has me about ready to implode. That familiar tingle begins to spread, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek. Stealing a quick glance at Xander, I find him sitting on the armchair opposite us, palming his cock over his pants.

West wrenches his lips from Zeke’s with a frustrated groan. “Princess,” he grits, his voice thick and raspy. “I’m gonna need you to turn around and straddle him.”

Resting one hand on Zeke’s bare shoulder, I keep the other wrapped around his thick cock and position my knees on either side of his hips. His eyes burn into mine and his jaw clenches, but he doesn’t protest. Even if he doesn’t trust me yet, he trusts West completely.

As soon as I’m in place, West kneels on the sofa behind me, his knees pressed against the outside of Zeke’s thighs and his chest flush at my back, sandwiching me between the two of them. West slides his hand over my hip and stomach before dipping it into my panties and toying with my clit again. Zeke’s gaze is firmly on West now, his eyes dark with longing. West resumes their fiery kiss, and I grow wetter by the second watching these two powerful men devour each other.

I pump Zeke’s dick harder and grind my ass against West’s hard length. West continues rubbing my clit, circling it in a dizzying rhythm with the perfect amount of pressure. I rock into his hand, causing it to brush against Zeke’s shaft. When I swipe the pad of my thumb over the crown of Zeke’s cock, collecting the precum beaded there, a deep groan rolls through his body. West groans too, and they swallow each other’s sounds.

Curling my fingers into Zeke’s thick hair, I gently tug his head back. He grunts and threads one of his hands through West’s hair and the other through mine, holding us in place and arching into the pleasure we’re bringing him. Dropping all his weight onto my back, West presses me flat against Zeke and wraps his hand around Zeke’s length, directly above mine. The two of us move in unison, pumping Zeke’s thick shaft as he shudders beneath us. We’re so tightly woven together that I can no longer tell where one of us ends and the next begins. All three of us remain locked in this sweet, sinfully hot embrace. Zeke and I chase our climaxes while West pushes us closer to that edge.

My orgasm rolls over me, wave after unending wave. The hand on Zeke’s cock goes still as the intense sensations render me immobile, and West takes control, milking Zeke’s shaft while coaxing the last tremors from my body. A few seconds later, Zeke wrenches his lips away from West’s with a harsh grunt, and thick ribbons of his cum spurt over West’s knuckles.

West turns his head and grins. “You okay, princess?”

My head spins. “Uh-huh.”

“You want to help me clean up?” he asks, lifting his hand to my lips.

Darting out my tongue, I lash it over his outstretched fingers and clean Zeke’s cum from them, working my way from his fingertips to his knuckles. West’s gray eyes turn stormy with desire. “You’re so fucking sweet.” Gripping my jaw tightly, he sweeps his tongue over my lips and groans when he tastes Zeke’s cum.

“Holy motherfucker,” Zeke mutters.

“Yeah, that was pretty fucking hot,” Xander says.

West lets me up for air, and I glance behind me to see Xander standing right by us.

“Damn. It’s my turn to cook,” West says with a groan.

“I can help,” I offer.

He presses a kiss on the tip of my nose. “I can handle it. Stay here with Zeke and Fitch.”

“Yeah,” Xander says with a cheeky wink.

West untangles himself from me and strolls out, adjusting himself with a grimace. Xander flops down on the sofa beside Zeke and me.

Zeke turns me sideways on his lap so I’m facing Xander, who smiles at us both. “You two have a good time today then?”

I rest my head on Zeke’s shoulder and sigh. “We sure did.”

He chuckles. “I told you he was good at the aftercare.”

Zeke grunts, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face as he wraps his free arm around Xander’s shoulder. I lace my fingers with Xander’s and rest our joined hands in my lap. He turns on the TV and the three of us sit in silence watching Forged in Fire reruns while the delicious aroma of whatever West is cooking for dinner fills the penthouse.