“Your dick,” I panted, rocking my hips over Rowe’s. “Not your hand. I want your dick in my mouth.”
All three men groaned so loudly, I widened my eyes at them, a reminder of who slept in the room just down a short hall. Ripley could walk out at any minute, but none of us were stopping now. He hadn’t woken up one night since he’d been here, so I prayed he wouldn’t start tonight when I was being railed by two men with the third naked and watching on. Heath stood, pulling off his shirt and pants quicker than I’d ever seen anyone get naked. I bounced on Rowe’s dick while I waited, him as interested in Heath getting undressed as I was. Rowe grabbed my tits again, when Heath’s dick appeared at my mouth.
I opened for him and was rewarded with the head of his thick cock. It was a welcome distraction from everything Rowe’s body was making me feel. I didn’t want to come again, not too soon. I wanted them both to feel as good as I did.
Rowe’s hands glided over my sides, down over the curves of my hips and dug in there, guiding my movements while I concentrated on sucking Heath off. He gathered up my long hair, twisted it into a ponytail that he secured in place by wrapping the long lengths around his fist. My scalp prickled with awareness, and I moaned around his length.
“Fuck, Mae,” he bit out. “That feels so good.” His gaze raked over me, slow and steady, burning a trail across my skin.
I knew what he was seeing. Full breasts bouncing as I rode Rowe’s dick. A flush across my sweaty, pink-tinged skin. Eyes at half-mast, looking up at him while he thrust into my mouth. I found his balls, heavy between his legs, and licked my way down his dick and over his sac. I drew them into my mouth one at a time, pumping his dick with my hand while I made him moan. His fingers tightened in my hair, clenching and releasing the same way I did on both his and Rowe’s erections.
He yanked out of my mouth, his chest rising and falling so fast, the smattering of hair across his tattooed chest damp with sweat. I pouted at him, and he shook his head at me. “Can’t keep fucking your mouth when I need to ride your ass, sweetheart. You look too fucking gorgeous to come down your throat.”
I whined at the promise.
Heath moved behind me, getting on his knees and gently pushing me down so I was chest to chest with Rowe.
Rowe raised up and kissed me deep, his tongue tasting and owning my mouth.
Heath’s palm slapped across my bared ass cheek.
I groaned into Rowe’s mouth, the sting so good I wanted Heath to do it more. But then his wet cock was at my ass, pressing its way inside, and there was no hanging on anymore. Rowe held my head while I screamed out my pleasure, the second orgasm hitting me in my already sensitive places like a sledgehammer.
I was so full of both men. I’d never felt anything like it, and the orgasm was second to none. It shattered through my body, wrapping its way around every muscle, every nerve ending. Rowe pounded up into me, using my clenching pussy until he came with a deep groan of his own.
Heath moved slower, taking his time, his broad palm smoothing down my spine before smacking my ass again. He did it over and over, each slap stringing out my orgasm until I was sure I might go blind.
Heath was the perfect mix of rhythm and strength. He pushed inside me the last few times before the last time became too much. His fingers dug into my flesh, and his big body shuddered over me when he came.
I was so spent I couldn’t move. All I could do was receive everything he had to give, with the knowledge I’d gotten all three of them off.
Liam’s fingers found mine, and he brought them to his lips. Wearily, I lifted my head to face him, and he rolled over, drawing my head down to his for a kiss. “There is nothing like seeing you come like that, Mae. Nothing.” His kisses turned soft and sweet, and he didn’t seem to care in the least that two other men were still inside my body.
Rowe’s lips found my shoulder. Heath’s the back of my neck. All three kissed me like I was something sacred. Something worth worshipping.
They proved it again, washing the products of great sex from my body, before tucking me into bed.
I fell into the deepest sleep imaginable, one where all that mattered was the men I loved.
All three of them.
29
Heath
Ripley woke up with the sun, like he always did, which meant the four of us were up early, too. Ripley was distinctly more energetic than we were, but once we were all fueled by coffee, his energy was contagious. Liam ran around the house with him while Mae made breakfast. I found myself sitting in front of Ripley’s cartoons, the only one actually watching them while he tore through rooms, playing a chasing game with Liam.
“Not in the kitchen!” Mae called when they zoomed past, a little too close to where she was cooking pancakes. “Someone is gonna get burned!”
I wandered in her direction, lured in partially by the scent of food, partially by the fact that all she wore was a long sleep shirt. She poured the mixture into a pan and watched as it took on the circle shape.
I ran a hand up her bare leg, stopping when I got to the hem of her shirt to keep it PG for the little eyes that roamed around the house. “How are you feeling this morning?” I kept my question low and private, just between the two of us. “Last night was a lot.”
She smiled down at the pancake beginning to bubble. “Feeling like I want to do it again. And again. Probably for the rest of my life.”