Chapter 172

Chapter 172
Arabella's POV

I'd lost count of how many times I'd come—all I knew was that these three men were determined to fuck me senseless.

Alexander's hand wrapped around my throat from behind, pulling me against his chest. His body heat burned through my skin. His lips brushed my ear.

"I fucking love you, you know that, Puppy?" he growled, his voice thick with something raw that made my heart skip.

"I love you too," I breathed, barely able to talk. I arched my back and twisted my hips, meeting his hard thrusts.

Across the bed, Tristan was fucking Lucas like a man possessed. The mattress shook with how hard they were going at it. Lucas gripped the sheets tight, eyes rolled back, face twisted in pure ecstasy.

Seeing Tristan like this—confident, dominant, drilling into Lucas without hesitation—made my pussy clench around Alexander's cock, squeezing him tighter.

"Fuck, Tris. God, it feels so good..." Lucas moaned, his voice wrecked.

Tristan leaned down and kissed him. "I know," he whispered, then slowed down.

I watched Tristan grab Lucas's hair, yanking him into a fierce kiss. The roughness of it made my heart race.

Suddenly, Tristan looked right at me. "You enjoying the show, little warrior?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust.

"How could I not?" I panted, each word punctuated by Alexander's cock ramming into me.

"You good, Puppy?" Alexander rumbled against my back.

"Yes... don't stop, please..." I begged, shaking all over.

"She looks like she's about to break," Lucas called out, sounding strained.

Alexander chuckled in my ear. "Worry about Tristan breaking you. I've got her."

His fingers found my clit and started rubbing in tight, devastating circles. A massive wave of pleasure crashed through me without warning, and I screamed, "Alexander!"

He kept fucking me through my orgasm until I felt him growl deep in his chest, his hot cum filling me up as he throbbed inside.

Through half-closed eyes, I saw Tristan finish too, pumping his load into Lucas before collapsing beside him, both slick with sweat.

Before Tristan had even pulled out completely, Lucas crawled over to me. He grabbed my face and kissed me hard. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy, sweet girl," he mumbled against my lips.

"Still have a little more in you, right?" he panted. "Tris was supposed to make me come, but I wanted to save that for you."

Lucas flopped onto his back, his hard cock standing at attention as he waited for me to climb on. Alexander gave me a soft kiss. "Be a good Puppy and make him come," he whispered.

Tristan cupped my face, turning my head toward him for a kiss.

When I pulled away, I whispered, "I love you, Tris."

He gave me a tired smile. "I love you too, Arabella."

"Come on, sweet girl," Lucas whined. "I'm dying here. It's been a whole week since I've been in that pussy."

I looked at him and couldn't help but laugh. "Shut up. What's the rush? I'm coming."

I crawled toward Lucas real slow, enjoying how hungry he looked, then straddled him. I guided his cock inside me, feeling Alexander's cum leak out as Lucas filled me up.

"Fuck..." Lucas groaned, "Alexander shot so much inside you. I'm gonna fill you up too when I'm done."

Lucas suddenly sat up, his mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking hard. I moaned as he started thrusting, our bodies grinding together as new waves of pleasure built.

"L-Lucas, I can't—" I tried to protest, too sensitive.

"No. Tonight you're our toy, and you're gonna come one more time because I say so," he insisted, fucking me slow but deep.

He moved with a steady rhythm, his mouth switching between my breasts, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough—licking, biting, sucking until my brain turned to mush.

Lucas suddenly stopped. His blue eyes softened. "You okay?"

I nodded and leaned in to kiss him. "A little tired, but other than that, perfect." I gave him a playful smile. "Did Tris fuck you good? You looked like you were having the time of your life."

I watched Lucas's breath catch. "God, the way he... I never thought. But you're still the best."

On the other side of the bed, Alexander and Tristan had crashed, sweaty and spent, their eyes half-closed as they watched us. They looked ready to pass out any second.

Lucas started moving inside me again, this time super gentle. It felt more like a massage than fucking—his hands roaming all over me, his lips kissing every inch they could reach, making me shiver.

His forehead pressed against mine. "I hope you know the three of us love you more than anyone, Arabella. More than each other, even."

My throat got tight. "I know."

Lucas brought up my earlier jealousy comment, and I laughed, shaking my head. "I was just messing with you. You've made it pretty clear where I stand." I smiled and added, "As long as all three of you are mine, you can explore each other however you want."

I promised myself I'd never let jealousy mess up what we had. Our little family had plenty of love and pleasure to go around. Lesson learned.

Lucas relaxed a bit, grinning. "Maybe someday you can fuck me too."

The image of using a strap-on on Lucas flashed through my mind, and I squeezed around him without meaning to. He chuckled, clearly feeling it, and I blushed.

"Why is it that every time we check off one fantasy, a dozen more pop up?" I laughed.

Lucas's grin turned wicked. "Oh, I've got plenty more. I'll send you the list later. Right now, I'm gonna come in this perfect little pussy."

We stopped talking then, the only sounds being Alexander and Tristan's soft snores and our gasps and moans. We came together, and I collapsed on top of him, completely spent.

"Fuck..." I panted. "I'm seriously done now."

"They're really out cold, huh?" Lucas whispered, his fingers gently detangling my hair.

My lips quirked up. "Imagine how much more spectacular tonight could've been if you hadn't started trouble." Though deep down I knew that even without Lucas stirring things up, Tristan would've eventually connected with him. That tension had been building forever.

My thoughts started drifting to Wesley, the videos, and Frank.

I looked up at Lucas, starting to say, "About Wesley—"

"Not tonight, sweet girl," Lucas cut me off, stroking my cheek. "Tonight is just us four. We'll deal with that shit tomorrow."

I took a deep breath and nodded. He was right. Thinking about it now would only ruin this rare peaceful moment.

Alexander suddenly rolled over, reaching out to pull me into his arms. I smiled and moved closer, feeling Lucas press against my back, their warmth surrounding me.

"I'm here," I whispered to Alexander.

My fingers traced over his face, memorizing how he looked. I wondered if he'd let anyone else touch him like this, or if his body only responded to me.

I was too tired to think anymore. I buried my face in Alexander's neck, breathing him in as I fell asleep.