My eyes went to the top of the stairs, finding Drake standing there watching us with a raised eyebrow.
“Is this what we’re doing now? Openly fucking anywhere in the house when we feel like it?” he asked a moment later, digging his hand into his pocket and leaning against the bannisters.
“You complaining?” Prescott asked as I continued to fuck Francis without missing a beat.
“No, by all means… continue.”
“Well, there’s one for the books. Drake not complaining about our sexual antics,” Francis said with a grin as he looked up at his best friend.
Drake watched for a moment, not saying a word in response to Francis. I continued to stroke Prescott’s dick, making him let out a harsh pant in my ear.
“Take her dress off.”
Prescott looked up at Drake again. Then his hands were tugging at my dress, pulling it up my body. I put my arms up to allow him to take it off and toss it on the bannister. He cupped my breasts, rolling the nipples with his thumbs before he licked my neck. I watched Drake’s expression. His indigo eyes darkened with lust.
Francis’ grip on my hips tightened, making me ride him harder. His eyes were fixed on Prescott’s hands on my breasts, like the sight of it mesmerised him. Being wanted by these men was a high I never thought I’d experience. Being back with them after my ordeal with Mason had me wanting to savour every moment. I needed to feel them this way. It helped calm the raging storm in my mind. The thoughts and worries I had about our next course of action.
Sex was my way of escaping for a while. And connecting with the people I loved. Because I loved all of them. I might not have said it to Drake or West yet, but I felt it. My heart belonged to them in the same way it did to Prescott and Francis.
Drake walked down the stairs until he was level with us. Then he sat on the step next to Francis and stroked his fingers down my arm. My hands were back on Francis’ shoulders to hold myself steady.
“My beautiful little wisp,” he murmured, leaning closer and pressing a kiss to my shoulder. He kissed his way up my neck until he met my ear. “I’ve missed the way you light up a room with your intoxicating spirit.”
I shivered at his words, turning my face into his. Drake didn’t hesitate to kiss me. Hearing him admit those things to me freely was more than I could take. Perhaps he’d taken my words from this morning to heart. I hoped so. I wanted him to spend more time with me outside of sex. To make me a priority in his life. I deserved to be. And I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He was going to be a better boyfriend to me. I didn’t care what Drake said. These men? They were my boyfriends. They were all mine.
My hand left Francis’ shoulder and went to Drake’s thigh, giving it a squeeze. My hand drifted up his leg, getting closer to his cock. Prescott must have noticed as he nuzzled my ear.
“I want to watch you suck him off, little lamb,” he whispered.
I released Drake’s mouth and looked back at Prescott.
“Who, Drake?”
“Yes.”
“And are you going to join in the fun too?”
Prescott growled, rubbing himself against my back.
“Do you want all your little holes filled, lamb?”
I nodded. I didn’t just want it. I needed it. Wanted to feel that connection between the four of us… and maybe even five if West came downstairs. He’d disappeared after dinner earlier, probably to go smoke a joint, but who knew. We hadn’t talked after I’d kissed him. Whilst he’d actively participated, I wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about it, given he’d told me on numerous occasions he didn’t kiss. Had he been waiting for me to do it? Did he need me to push him the way I had been doing to Drake?
You already know the answer to that.
Prescott chuckled and released me before standing up.
“Let’s move this party to the sofa, hmm?”
I shifted off Francis as Drake stood up, helping me to my feet. The four of us made our way over to the sofa. Francis sat down and I straddled his lap again, sinking down on his hard cock. Apparently, Prescott had stashed lube down here because he pulled it out of a drawer in the coffee table and knelt behind me.
I got distracted from what he was doing by Drake leaning over the back of the sofa and capturing my chin between his fingers. He stared at me with so much affection, I just about died on the spot. I leant towards him, wanting to be closer.
“I thought you didn’t do warm fuzzies,” I murmured.
“I don’t.”
“Could have fooled me with your sweet words and the look in your eye.”
The way he broke out into a grin made my heart thump against my ribcage. He moved closer, brushing his nose against mine.
“I’m not sweet, Little Nyx.”
He gripped my chin tighter and kissed me. We both knew that was a lie. He could be sweet to me if he was so inclined. I adored the soft side of Drake. It told me my Drake from my youth was still in there. I had to draw him out completely and make sure he stayed that way. He could be cold-hearted to everyone else outside of these four walls, but with his family? Well, that was a different story.
I pulled away, grinning back at him before I looked down at Francis. He was watching us with a wicked glint in his eyes, so I leant down and kissed him too, for good measure. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me against his chest as his hips thrust up into me. I moaned around his tongue, feeling Prescott lube me up from behind with his body pressed to my back.
“Less kissing, more fucking,” he said in my ear.
I released Francis and gave my voyeuristic king a look over my shoulder.
“I’ll ban you from my lips if you’re not careful.”
He gave me a wounded look, so I kissed him. When I turned back, Drake had stood up and was busy undressing. I watched him. The way his muscles flexed with his movements. His long fingers unbuttoned his chinos. My body shuddered at the thought of him wrapping those big hands around me. To say I was a little obsessed with them would be an understatement.
Feeling a little daring, I reached out towards him when he was bare. He came closer and looked down at me. I took his hands, pulling him against the back of the sofa. His brow furrowed slightly as if he was wondering what on earth I wanted. I placed his hands on my shoulders, forcing him to lean down to reach me.
“I want you to hold me down.”
“What?”
“I… I like your hands. I mean, in general, I can’t stop looking at them but right now I’d like them on me.”
For a long moment, he didn’t react. Then his fingers curled around my shoulders. I let out a long breath, feeling the tension leave my body.
“And what is it about them you like so much?”
I let out a little moan as Prescott pressed a third finger inside me.
“They’re so… big. I feel small compared to you and the fact you can easily overpower me is a turn on, okay? I just find them attractive, and this is officially embarrassing.”