“You like that, don’t you?” Gage asks. I glance over at him, and he’s watching intently. His green eyes seem to bore right through me, like he can already see the answer to the question but wants to hear me say it anyway.
“Yeah,” I manage, and it comes out on a moan because Ash twists his finger in such a way that sparks heat inside me. “It feels good.”
Knox snorts, leaning forward in his chair to get a good look. “Yeah, you love taking it in that perfect ass. We know it.”
I whimper a bit, and Ash adds another finger.
My body is pulsing in time with the way he touches me, my clit practically throbbing with the need to be touched.
“You’re still so wet, aren’t you?” Priest wants to know.
His voice is softer, more contemplative, but his eyes burn with the same heat as the others’ when I glance over at him.
“Yes,” I moan, nodding.
“Touch yourself,” Priest says. “Let us see how much you like this.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I shift my weight so I’m held up by one hand and work my other hand between my legs. My pussy is still soaked, and I moan as soon as my fingers touch the sensitive flesh there.
My clit practically hums for attention, and I take it slow, circling it with my finger before I give in and touch it.
A long, whimpering groan spills from my lips, amplified by what Ash is doing behind me. He’s got two fingers knuckle-deep inside me, but it feels like more.
Every nerve ending is alight with pleasure, and every time he moves those fingers in and out, it just sparks more sensation, turning my spine into a sort of live wire of heat and electric pleasure.
“Fuck,” I gasp, grinding back against Ash’s hand and down onto my own.
“How does it feel?” Gage asks. I can hear how compromised he is, and I glance over to see that he has his own cock out now, stroking it slowly.
Priest and Knox aren’t far behind, working their pants open with muted curses.
I get distracted for a second, watching their hard dicks, my mouth watering just from the sight of them.
“River.” Gage says it more sharply this time, catching my attention. I look to him, and he lifts an eyebrow. “I asked you a question. How does it feel?”
“Good,” I tell him. “It feels so fucking good. I need—” I break off when Ash adds a third finger to the mix, dropping my head down and trying to focus on breathing.
“Aw,” Ash teases. “I cut you off. Go on. Tell Gage what you need.”
He twists his fingers inside me, and the groan that comes out of my mouth is loud and long and desperate.
“Please,” I pant. “I need more. Fuck. Please.”
“Shit,” Priest swears under his breath. He grips his cock harder, like he’s trying to keep himself from spilling too soon, even though that hasn’t been an issue for him since I’ve known him. But it speaks to how turned on he is by this sight.
Ash pulls his fingers free, and I whimper with disappointment, fingering my clit harder to make up for the loss.
I don’t have to wait long before I can feel the fleshy head of Ash’s cock pressing against my ass. I’m open enough that he can slide into me with only some resistance, but he still takes it slow, making sure I can feel every single inch of him as he presses inside.
I moan, and it’s a deep, guttural sound that’s almost punched out of me, and by the time Ash is balls deep inside, I’m panting and shaking, already edging closer to falling apart.
“Gorgeous,” Gage murmurs, working his cock in one hand. “Fucking gorgeous. You look so goddamn perfect like this, River.”
They’re all watching me, turned on and keyed up, and I fight to breathe through the arousal that feels like it’s choking me with its intensity.
Ash fucks my ass, picking up the pace once I’m better adjusted, and I whine low in my throat, working my pussy with my hand. It feels good, but I start thinking about how much better it would feel if I had something else in me.
Almost as if he’s been reading my mind, Gage glances to Knox. “I think she still needs more,” he says casually. Like he’s talking about a take-out order or something. “Do you want her pussy?”
“Fuck,” Knox swears, hot and intense. “Fuck yeah.”
Gage makes a “go ahead” gesture toward me, and Knox hurries up from his own chair, like the only thing that had been keeping him there was needing permission or something.
And now that he has it, he clearly plans to take what’s his.
“We’re going to have to move,” Ash says, sounding breathless.
There’s not a whole lot I can do to help with that, but he takes the lead easily enough, shifting our positions so that Knox can lie down on the couch and I can straddle him.
Ash puts a hand on my back, pushing me down more, and I go where he moves me, so pliant now because I want their dicks in me.
I feel empty without them, but there’s not long to wait.
Ash kneels behind me on the couch, and he pulls me back enough that he can work his cock back into my ass easily enough. Then Knox’s hands come up and smooth down my thighs for a bit, before he grabs his dick and lines it up with my pussy, sliding in.
I’m wet enough that even his size is no issue, and he slips right in, filling me up.
For a second, it’s like I forget how to breathe. My head spins, and I can’t stop thinking about the fact that I have two of them inside me. I’ve only felt this once before, and it’s just as intense. I’m so fucking full, the two of them filling me so completely.
Ash runs his hand over the carved letters on my back, which are still tender, and I shiver at the way that feels. His touch there is gentle, but then he gets to the curve of my ass and he spanks me hard, making me burn with even more arousal.
I feel like I’m on fire with it, shaking and shuddering, lost to anything and everything but how fucking good this feels.
Knox thrusts up into me, filling my pussy thick and hard, and I nearly scream from the jolt of pleasure that rushes up my spine. I’m caught between the two of them as they find their rhythm, pushing and pulling at my body, thrusting into me and pulling out, keeping me constantly on the edge. When one of them pulls back, the other one pushes in, and there’s no relief from it. Not that I’d want any.
It’s like how they work together outside of sex, but amplified here because we all want this so bad.
And still, Gage’s eyes are on me. He watches it all happen like a benevolent overseer, taking it all in.
Priest watches too, cock in hand, alternating between stroking himself slowly and gripping his dick hard. His breathing is shaky, and his pale eyes are blown wide and dark with lust.
“Priest,” Gage says, getting his attention.
Priest doesn’t tear his eyes away, but he hums in acknowledgement.
Gage chuckles, and I can hear that it’s breathless. “Do you want her mouth?” he asks.
It’s the only hole I have left. The only thing not currently full of one of their cocks, and the thought of having Priest in my mouth makes it water immediately.
“Yes,” Priest replies, his voice thick and low and husky.
I want it too. I’m fucking hungry for his cock, and I swallow hard as Priest gets up to come over to the couch.