With Love

VIOLET

A sigh slips from my lips as Zach guides me to my third climax with his mouth. Each of them has had their turn, their tongues exploring me in their own unique ways. Their methods vary, but they all know how to make me tremble with pleasure. Each climax is more powerful and arrives quicker than the previous one.

I hardly have a moment to recover before Zach flips me onto Tyler. My hands are released from the silk tie that had bound them.

I flex my fingers, restoring sensation to them just in time for Tyler to weave our fingers together, pinning them beside our bodies. It’s a different kind of restraint, more personal. He spreads his legs, parting mine in the process, then thrusts up into me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

A gasp slips from me as I bury my face in his neck, overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside me again. His size always leaves me breathless. Every. Single. Time.

“Who’s it going to be, baby? Me or Zach?” Callum’s voice rumbles next to my ear, his body heat enveloping me.

How can I possibly choose? I want them all, but that can’t happen, can it? Can it?

“I can’t decide,” I manage to whisper.

Tyler remains inside me, my body clenching around him as I seek any friction I can find.

“You can’t decide because you want all of us, don’t you, little minx? But you’re not ready for that yet. Maybe one day soon,” Zach teases from beside the bed.

“All of us, at once?” Callum’s voice is filled with anticipation as he grips my hips, guiding me up and down Tyler’s length. The sensation of my sensitive clit rubbing against Tyler’s pubic bone makes me whimper, and I bury my face in Tyler’s neck, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Yes, Callum. One day we’ll all take her, but not today.” He climbs onto the bed next to me, the mattress dipping under his weight.

“I’ll take her mouth,” Zach announces, as if I’m not even there. As if I’m just a toy for them to play with. And the thought thrills me. I love being here with my boys, being the center of their attention.

“Very well,” Callum agrees, releasing his hold on me, but my hips continue to move, albeit with less intensity. “Make it good, Violet. I want him to finish when we do.”

He positions himself at my entrance, pushing his way in before thrusting until he’s fully inside me. The sensation of his pelvis hitting my butt sends a jolt of pleasure through me, causing me to tighten my grip on their cocks and Tyler’s hands. We all hiss in pleasure as I turn to Zach, his cock already in his hand, beads of precum glistening on the tip. I lick it off, savoring the salty taste that is uniquely him.

He groans, caressing my cheek with his thumb as I open my mouth, and he thrusts his cock to the back of my throat with fervor.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs as he holds my hair, pushing past my gag reflex. My gagging only makes him laugh. “Good girl, take it all… just like that.”

I start to feel overwhelmed as both Tyler and Callum start to move, their rhythm synchronized. They start off slowly, their thrusts deep and long. They stretch me to my limit, hitting that spot deep inside me that makes me moan around Zach’s cock.

Then Tyler’s hands are on my hips, guiding me back and forth in time with their thrusts, stimulating my clit at the same time they hit that spot inside me. I cry out, my voice muffled by Zach’s cock. Hands roam my thighs, pressing them into Tyler’s body so that my ass is raised higher and their cocks rub against the top wall of my channel.

Callum’s hands find my breasts, kneading and pinching them while Zach’s hand holds my head, his hips thrusting so that his cock fills my throat constantly. The only air I get is the small gasps when he pulls back.

My senses are both dulled and heightened as my orgasm hits me out of nowhere, taking over my body like a freight train. My vision whites out. My hearing fades.

Zach uses his hand on my head to guide me further down his cock, effectively choking me. Tyler’s hands grip my hips so tightly that I fear I’ll be left with bruises, and Callum is thrusting so fast that I’m sure I’m tearing. But I can’t do anything because my body is heavy with pleasure, so I lay there as they chase their own climaxes.

First, Tyler stills deep within me, filling me with his warmth. Callum follows soon after, his roar echoing in my ears as he releases inside me. And then Zach thrusts his cock so deep in my throat that my nose is pressed against his muscular abdomen. His hot, salty cum flows down my throat, and I have no choice but to swallow everything he gives me until he pulls back, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Fuck, little minx, you give such good head,” he says, collapsing next to Tyler on the mattress while Callum does the same, though he doesn’t lie down. Instead, he kisses Tyler while the two of us watch.

Then he pulls back and says three words I never thought I’d hear him say to him. “I love you,” he says, reaching for Zach and repeating the words, though his kiss is more demanding, more possessive. He pulls back and whispers the same words, “I love you, Zach.”

“Well, about bloody time you admitted it. I love you too, Callum,” they both collapse on either side of Tyler. All three of them look up at me.

“We love you, little minx,” they all say in unison.

We lay in bed for what feels like half an hour, our breathing slowing and syncing as we bask in the afterglow of our first proper scene in a while. And what a fucking scene it was.

Now we’re taking turns showering in the downstairs bathroom, each of us washing away our sins before getting dressed. Zach and I take the first shower while the others gather our clothes and start the coffee machine.

We’re in and out quickly, drying off while Callum and Tyler wash each other. Then they’re out and drying off too.

Zach tells me not to look behind me while he sets something up, so I sit at the kitchen island sipping my coffee when they come out, smirks on their faces as big as Zach’s, and I’m sure mine is just as wide.

“Ready for your present?” Zach asks, leading me over to the fireplace where a blanket and cushions have been laid out, and boxes and envelopes are scattered around.

“This one first,” he says, practically bouncing with excitement. I lift the lid of the box, but quickly drop it when something inside moves. I scream, falling backward into Callum’s lap as the lid falls back onto the box.

They all laugh as Zach lifts the lid, revealing a small, red puppy with large, floppy ears.

“You… you got me a puppy?” I gasp.

I’ve never had a dog before, not really. There were a couple of dogs at the stables where Black used to live, but they didn’t like being petted, and I never had the confidence to try.

“She’s an Irish setter,” Tyler informs me, as if I would know what that means.

“We thought it would be nice to have a family dog for Ella. We just didn’t expect Ella to come home first,” Callum murmurs into my neck, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“What’s her name?” I ask.

“She doesn’t have a definite name, but my mom called her Lola, and that’s what the training facility has been calling her for the last month,” Zach explains.

“Training facility? How long have we had her?”

“For a couple of months. She needed to grow before she could go to the facility and has been in an intense training program since the beginning of January,” Zach tells me as I study the puppy. She’s sitting perfectly still in front of me, her tail wagging and her head tilted to the side.

“Lola?” I ask, and she bounds over to me, licking my face with her paws on my shoulders. I fall back, laughing into Callum’s lap as I hold her close. Her fur is soft and smells like the baby powder we use for Ella.

“Lola it is,” I say, chuckling as I stroke her fur. She’s comfortably perched on my lap. Zach hands me another present.

Tyler gifts me a set of pencils and a sketch pad. Callum, on the other hand, hands me four vouchers for a haircut from the lady who visited us recently. We all burst into laughter at his gift, a not-so-subtle hint for me to keep my hair short.

Zach’s gift is the last one. He gives me theater tickets and a hotel reservation for the four of us, planned for later this year.

Suddenly, Carla’s voice echoes from the hallway. “Hello, we come bearing gifts and Ella bear,” she sings. I quickly get up and rush over to her, eagerly taking Ella into my arms. I shower her with kisses on her forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin.

“Oh! I’ve missed you, my sweet El,” Carla exclaims, bending down to pet Lola. Lola is sitting quietly at my feet, her head tilted to one side as she observes Ella. I sit down on the floor, allowing Lola to sniff Ella’s hair. After a single lick and a quick circle around us, Lola settles down again.

“We have gifts,” Carla announces, walking toward the sofa. I follow her, carefully placing Ella on my left breast. As Ella feeds, I start unwrapping the first gift from Carla, a black box adorned with a gold bow.

I can’t help but notice the similarity between this box and the ones I received from the boys. Theirs were red and gold, whereas mine is black and gold. Jerry seems to be avoiding looking at me. Is it because I’m breastfeeding?

“Oh my, this is wonderful. Thank you so much,” I exclaim as I pull out a black riding hat from the box. My name is embroidered in gold along the rim.

Carla hands me another box of the same size. With Callum’s help, I open it to find matching black riding gear with gold embellishments.

“This is…thank you, Carla,” I manage to say, tears welling up in my eyes.

Ella detaches from my breast, still searching for more. I switch her to the other side, making sure to cover up more this time.

“Happy birthday, dear,” Jerry says, extending an envelope toward me. Callum assists me in opening it, revealing a letter and a preloaded Visa card.

Dear Violet,

Your past has been filled with pain, uncertainty, and exploitation. We deeply regret not being able to save you sooner. The mistake we made last December is something we will learn from.

I want to express my gratitude for everything you’ve done for my son. From the day you decided to gift Matthew to our sons, you’ve brought light into our lives. You’ve helped Zach and me mend our relationship, which I had damaged beyond repair. You’ve blessed us with our granddaughter, our little Ella.

We can’t begin to put into words the depth of our gratitude for all you’ve done for him, and by extension, for Carla and me. I’ve been given the gift of my son back, and in the process, I’ve gained another son, a daughter, and a precious granddaughter.

You’ve become like the daughter we never had, and we love you dearly. Your contributions to our family are immeasurable and we’re forever thankful. Please remember, we’re always here for you, ready to lend an ear, offer a shoulder to lean on, babysit, or simply provide company or advice.

With love,

Jerry.