“Ah!” She was tumbling, tumbling over the edge, clawing at the ledge of control. “Dominik . . . I’m gonna—” She twisted and groaned. “Max!”
“Do it, baby.” Max smoothed her hair away from her face, kissing her forehead, her cheeks. “I wanna watch you come while Vanek eats that sweet pussy.”
Oriana screamed, and all five men held her down as she jerked and writhed under them. A burst of pleasure, then another, exploded inside her. Little white specks of light filled her vision, and she pressed her eyes shut as she drifted down from the aftermath of the orgasm. She was sure that would be it, that her body couldn’t take anymore, but then something hot and wet prodded her clit and flung her right back to the precipice of another climax. She moaned and looked down her body at Tyler. His fingers filled her, glistening when he drew them out. He sucked them clean, and her whole body started shaking as he did it again and again.
“I can’t . . . I can’t!”
Max hushed her as she came down from another violent orgasm. “You can, my love. You’ll be surprised by how often you can.”
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Sloan could tell her resistance had crumbled with the last orgasm. Finally, she was ready to let them give her all the pleasure they could. Enough for now, but he couldn’t wait for the day he’d take the option of denying herself, and him, away from her.
But one thing at a time. He watched Mason slide his hand over her ribs, over her stomach, his eyes fixed on her face as he explored every inch of soft, supple flesh—probably taking note of all her sweet spots for future use. Before long the man would know her body better than she did. A bit of training, and he’d stimulate her with a command. If Mason wasn’t such a loyal friend—well, Perron might want to keep his guard up anyway.
Mason bowed his head and flicked his tongue over Oriana’s puffy little clit. Her muffled cry was followed by a low groan. Perron. Sloan shook his head. His friend was way too into this to worry about losing his girl.
Most of the men seemed too involved to worry about much.
T.J. draped her thighs over his shoulders and his face disappeared between them. Considering T.J.’s complaints about Vanek licking his fingers, he was oddly quiet about Dominik’s tongue so close to his own. At one point Sloan heard Mason quietly instructing the other man. Then T.J. did something that made Oriana’s whole body arch off the bed.
Watching Oriana being devoured by the two men, Sloan hadn’t noticed Perron covering both her breasts with his hands. He and Vanek were running out of body parts to play with. And he’d be damned if he’d let Mason take over.
Time to get creative.
Sliding to the foot of the bed, Sloan reached between T.J.’s chest and Oriana’s arched hips and squeezed one lush ass cheek.
“You know, Oriana, if we’re going to share you, I’ve got one very important question.” He slipped his fingers into the crease of her ass and prodded at the puckered little hole, nice and wet from her juices and the men’s saliva. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
Oriana gasped when he pushed the tip of his finger inside. Her hips bucked, but the press of T.J.’s and Mason’s mouths kept her from going too far.
“Damn it, Sloan.” The tight little ring of muscle clenched around his finger. “No. I’ve never had anal sex.”
Sloan pulled his finger out, then shoved it in a little deeper. “Would you like to?”
Perron whispered something to Oriana, gave her a quick kiss, then leaned forward to get a better look at what Sloan was doing. Sloan smirked at him. There was no way he could see anything past T.J.’s and Mason’s big heads.
Vanek left the bed, went to his suitcase, and returned seconds later to sit across from Sloan. The end of the bed was getting crowded.
“Here, let me try something,” Vanek said.
Sloan moved his hand and let Vanek take his place. When Oriana squirmed, he put his hand back between her ass cheeks and felt Vanek’s lubed-up finger thrusting in and out.
“How’s that, Oriana?” Vanek was moving faster, watching Oriana’s lips part. Her thigh muscles tensed, and she bowed her back. “A little more tempting, no?”
“Yes.” Oriana raked her fingers into Max’s hair and tugged him down to kiss him, looking like she couldn’t breathe and she wanted him to do it for her. “That’s . . .”
“Slow up, Vanek. I want to try something.” Sloan waited until Vanek stopped moving and gathered some of the lube to slick up his own finger. Then he carefully worked the digit beside the one already inside. “That’s what, babe? You’ve got two guys with their tongues all over your pussy, two with their fingers in your tight little asshole, and one fondling your tits. Five men at once. How bad do you want to be fucked?”
Chapter Ten
Oriana froze at Sloan’s crude words and studied his shadowed features. Maybe just his idea of talking dirty. No big deal.
“Bad enough that I don’t want to have a conversation about it.” She glanced down when Dominik shifted over her. Sloan and Tyler withdrew their fingers, and Dominik braced his hands on either side of her hips, his posture tense—almost protective. Only, the way he licked her juices from his lips made her think that he’d rather devour her than keep her safe.
She shivered as he lowered his dark head to press his lips to the center of her chest. He worked his way down with little kisses. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow. His soft, hot lips, felt so nice on her flesh. Soothing even.
A hand clamped around her breast. She gasped as Tyler sucked a nipple into his mouth. He nipped her just as Dominik lapped up between her pussy lips. Her hips jutted up as a shock of pleasure flashed through her. Dominik’s thick tongue slipped inside her, and she twisted away from the overwhelming sensations, almost dislodging him.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Max sat on the bed and leaned across her stomach. His elbow braced at her side, kept his weight off her, but the press of his body trapped her. An evil smile played at his lips. “You’re gonna lie there and take it. I want to watch your face while you come in his mouth, and then I’m gonna hold you while he stuffs his big, black cock into your tight little pussy.”
She could almost feel Dominik stretching her already. Her pussy moistened as though ready to ease his passage, and he sucked hard on her slick folds. Wonderful, but she needed more.
“Sounds fun.” Sloan strolled around the bed, shoved his hands in his pockets, and arched a brow. “So what’s the lineup, boss?”
His words were cold, so cold, but they couldn’t pierce the wildfire spreading through her as Dominik fucked her with his tongue. Tyler moved from one breast to the other to toy with her nipples with his teeth, and she clawed at the sheets.
T.J. moved into her line of sight, standing just behind Max. “You sure about this, Perron?”
The tight lines around the big man’s bright blue eyes gave her the impression that he was the one having second thoughts. She couldn’t have that. One look at the outline of his dick pressed against his zipper gave her an idea.
She tried to sit up.
Max laughed and pushed her flat on the bed. “We distracting you, dollface?”
“A little.” She yelped when Vanek stretched her nipple with a hard suck. “I—I need a different kind of distraction. T.J. . . .”
“Yes.” T.J. moved a little closer. He gulped when she grabbed him by the belt and tugged.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Her hands shook as she tried to undo the buckle. A fierce heat was building between her thighs. She wouldn’t be talking much longer. “I can’t suck your dick with your jeans in the way.”
T.J. blinked, then shook his head. “Don’t need to tell me twice.”
He stripped, and Oriana closed her thighs against Dominik’s face, hoping he’d understand and give her a minute to enjoy the unveiling. After one last lick, he rested his chin on the top of her mound.
T.J. knelt on the bed and curved his hand under her neck to prop her up. The slit of his dick glistened with pre
-cum. Oriana flicked her tongue out to taste it. Salty sweetness. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d given a man a blow job. Paul hadn’t liked her doing it. Maybe she wasn’t that good?
“That thought didn’t look pleasant.” Max caught her jaw in his hand and guided her mouth over the head of T.J.’s dick. “If they’re not doing it for you, sweetheart, I can take over.”
Dominik thrust his tongue into her pussy. T.J. pushed deeper into her mouth. She moaned around him as Tyler gently bit her nipple.
No more thinking. Only feeling. The climax caught her unaware, and she rode it out, moving her head up and down, saliva slick on her lips as she gulped around T.J.’s dick, desperate to share some of her pleasure with him. Fingers raked into her hair, gripped tight, helped her move. Lips pressed over the rapid pulse on her neck.
“You won’t be happy until he comes, will you?” Sloan whispered against her throat. “Look at him. He’s close.”
Oriana gazed up at T.J. Every muscle in his body strained against his flesh. Jaw clenched, eyes closed, he grunted and jerked his hips. She swallowed as she took him deep.
The crinkle of a wrapper made her pause. Sloan wouldn’t let her turn her head. Dominik’s mouth left her. Tyler shifted away.
T.J. grunted, and she focused on him. Steady motions. She could feel him swell in her mouth. A little faster.
The mattress shifted. Hands around her waist lifted her, careful not to pull her away from T.J. She grabbed T.J.’s hips as he slid to the edge of her lips. Sucked hard as more hands spread her thighs. Her knees settled on the mattress on either side of someone’s hips, and her legs shook as she straddled the man. A thick, hard cock prodded her slit, stretching her slowly before it filled her.
“Mmm.” She moaned around T.J.’s dick as her core wrapped around the throbbing invasion of someone she couldn’t even see. She tried to rise up when it started to feel like too much. Whoever it was, he was huge. Her body couldn’t take it.
“Shh.” Fingers brushed her cheek. “Relax. Dominik’s a big boy. But you’re so wet, if you don’t tense up, he’ll slip right in.”
It was Max who spoke. His tone was strained, but not like it disturbed him that another man was inside her. He sounded turned on.
“Fuck, she’s tight.” Dominik panted beneath her, and she splayed her hands over the slick, sweat-coated flesh of his massive chest. “Maybe it was a bad idea for me to go first.”
“I’m longer, and both T.J. and Sloan are thicker,” Max said, sounding so matter-of-fact she wanted to hit him. Did they actually measure each other’s dicks?
But T.J. throbbed in her mouth, so close she could taste it. One more hard suck . . .
Dominik thrust up. She cried out, and T.J. came. Cum hit her tongue, her cheek. T.J.’s knees hit the floor with a thump.
She heard another wrapper rip.
“Now, Vanek.” Max cleaned her lips and cheek with a tissue, then kissed her.
A slippery finger pressed against her asshole, circling the puckered rosette before pushing inside. Before she fully adjusted to the slight burning sensation, another finger strained to enter alongside the first. She tensed around Dominik’s dick and sat up.
“I missed these.” Sloan grinned and curved his hands under her breasts, molding them together before closing his lips over her nipples.
Tyler shoved his fingers inside her, drew them out, then shoved them in again even more slicked up. He spread his fingers, and she did her best not to fight him as he stretched her. Her legs quivered, and her thighs tensed against Dominik’s hips as she gulped in air. It only hurt a little, but the sensation of him fingering her there felt so very wrong. Like something she shouldn’t be doing.
“Oriana.” Dominik’s dark eyes locked with hers, and the intensity within them stole her breath. He nudged Sloan aside, then smoothed a hand over her hair, pulling her closer. His lips brushed softly over hers. “You will tell me if it’s too much.”
“Yes.”
Tyler’s fingers twisted, and she choked on a sob as a new set of nerves blazed to life inside her. For a moment, agony and rapture were one. Then her body adjusted, and all she felt was pulsing need. She pressed down on Dominik, on Tyler, suddenly desperate to take them in deeper.
Tyler withdrew his fingers, then fit his naked body against her back. The latex covered head of him strained for entrance. “Just breathe in and relax as much as you can.”
The lube eased him past the tight ring of muscle, but then a fiery pain made her whole lower half clench. She hissed in through her teeth, tempted to tell him to stop. This was too much. She couldn’t do this. She was full, so full. How could she possibly take more?
“You’re not breathing, pet.” Dominik circled his hips, and his dick swirled inside her. Her mouth opened wide, and she gasped. He smiled at her. “That’s a little better.”
“I want some of what T.J. got.” Max stood and his lips quirked as she turned her full attention to his hands undoing his belt. He dropped his jeans and his boxers, then bent to take off his socks. “Would you mind?”
“No.” She whimpered at the sting as Vanek took advantage of the distraction and worked in another inch. “Three men at once . . .” She shifted her hips and willed her body to adjust to the two now lodged inside. “How could I refuse?”
Sloan traced a circle around her nipple and kissed it once before glancing down at Dominik and Tyler. Deep lines formed around his pursed lips. “That’s so fucking hot. Big black man, a boy who’s barely legal, a sexy Latino woman taking them both. Get in her mouth, Texan. You’re the perfect cast for an awesome porn.”
Oriana froze. Dominik went still. Vanek cursed.
“You ruin this for her, and I swear to God, Sloan . . .” Max’s dick brushed her lips, but she could tell he didn’t want her to take him in her mouth yet. His rigid posture promised violence.
I won’t let Sloan ruin this. “He can leave if he’s not enjoying himself.” She kissed the tip of Max’s dick. “But he can’t ruin anything. I want this. I want Dominik and Vanek to fuck my body while you fuck my mouth. If T.J.’s up to it, maybe he can suck my breasts—”
T.J. got up on his knees and leaned over her. “I’m up to it.”
“Good.” She hissed in a breath when his lips closed over the nipple Sloan had abandoned. “Oh, yes. That’s good.”
She arched her neck and swept her tongue up Max’s hard length. Tyler and Dominik took her cue and drove into her, slow at first, then faster as she eased into the motions, meeting each thrust. She could feel Sloan’s eyes on her as she took Max in her mouth and writhed between the men, but she didn’t care. Let him watch. The ecstasy was building into something pure and wild, bringing her up to heights beyond the reaches of the pettiness of jealousy. She was being fucked to enlightenment.
Tyler’s hands on her hips slammed her down onto his cock, onto Dominik’s. Hot and wet, she slid on them, faster and faster. The muscles in her thighs worked as she rode them both. Her head bobbed as she matched each rise and fall with her mouth on Max. T.J. gasped around her nipple as she pressed her breast to his face. Every sensation hit her at once, and she couldn’t go on. Her muscles tensed. She couldn’t move anymore. But she had to . . . she had to . . .
The men took over. Tyler and Dominik found a steady rhythm, one in while the other drew out. Max’s hands on her head kept her still while he thrust into her mouth. T.J.’s arms wrapped around her, his tongue laving each nipple until the oversensitive tips throbbed in time with the beat of her heart.
Hanging on the edge of yet another orgasm, she whimpered when it slipped away again and again. She felt like she was climbing to a peak, but every time she got close, the ground crumbled. The sensations began to overwhelm, the need for satisfaction almost painful.
“Slow down a little, boys.” The mattress creaked as Sloan sat hard. He put his hand on her thigh and massaged the tense muscles. “She’s overstimulated, her nerves will go numb, and she won’t feel anything if you keep it up.�
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Dominik immediately changed his pace, rotating his hips beneath her, stirring the heat until her core simmered. T.J. gave Tyler a shot in the arm when he kept pumping into her.
“Slow down.”
“I can’t!” Tyler grunted and slammed in hard. His fingers dug into her hips, and she could feel his hot cum filling his latex sheath. “Sorry, I . . . sorry . . .”
“Shh.” Oriana let Max slip out of her mouth and looked at Tyler over her shoulder as he withdrew. “I’ve already come a few times. It’s only natural that I’d last longer.”
Dominik twisted under her, breathing hard through his teeth. He reached up and touched her cheek. “Just give me a minute and I’ll—”
Oriana gently nudged T.J. away from her breast and bent to kiss Dominik. Teasing his lips with little flicks of her tongue, she dropped her hips, then lifted until she was almost off him. She rode just the tip of him until his back bowed and then ground on to him, undulating her body over his.
“Stop! Fuck!” Dominik wrapped his arms around her. He drove up, and a shudder passed through him as he came. His whole body went slack, and the rapid pulse beating in the thick veins of his dick slowed. He pressed his eyes shut and shook his head. “Jesus! I’m getting too old for this.”
“You’re only a couple of years older than me, you ass.” Max helped Oriana climb off of Dominik. Even without an orgasm, her legs were shaky and weak. And he’d noticed. “Wait until you’re T.J.’s age. Then you can complain. Might have to start using Viagra. Looks like I’m the only one in my prime.”
“That’s not nice.” Oriana clucked her tongue and turned in his lap, closing her hand around his erection. When she squeezed, he jumped. “T.J., Dominik, and Vanek made me feel like I’m in my prime. Like maybe I’m not so bad at this after all.” She stroked him with a loose fist. “But you lasted so long . . .”
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