The stubble on his chin brushed against my nose as he kissed me upside down, his tongue claiming my mouth.
I had all their mouths on me, all their tongues working to give me the greatest pleasure I could ever imagine. Just as Alec pulled away and licked my lips, I came.
He watched me, just as he said he wanted to. His eyes took in every detail of my face and body as I came undone beneath them, wave after wave of pleasure washing through me; I moaned into Alec’s face, and he panted above me.
Tyler slowed down as I rode it out. Ethan and Josh did the same, giving me little kisses.
They all backed up and stood around me, watching with heavy eyes and heaving chests as I slowly melted into a puddle on the platform. I liked having their eyes on me, their undivided attention. It made me feel powerful. Strong.
As my breathing calmed, I struggled up onto my elbows. Alec rushed forward to support me, so I gave up trying to sit up and leaned on him instead.
“Water.” I reached my hand out, and Ethan placed a bottle of water in it immediately. I drank half the bottle and handed it back.
Alec was rock hard—he was pressing into my back, his hands starting to roam my body—and I could see how hard the others were too. Seeing and feeling the evidence of their desire had my body responding again already. Alec’s touch was becoming more demanding, his hips rocking lightly behind me. Ethan sat on the edge of the platform and leaned in to kiss me, gentle at first but more insistent with every second.
Tyler sat down on the bench and drank his water as his eyes drank in what we were doing on the platform.
He’d started this, probably orchestrated the whole thing, and now he was sitting back to watch it play out. He looked so fucking cocky, with that knowing smile on his face, my favorite little bit of hair falling over his forehead.
I pulled away from Ethan’s kiss, and he started kissing my jaw, moving down to my neck as his hand gripped my hip.
Josh walked around the platform until he stood before me, then gave me a brilliant, lust-filled smile. I just loved how freely they moved while completely nude, not even a little shy about the raging erections standing to glorious attention.
Untangling myself from the hands and mouths that already had me ready to go again, I lifted onto my knees and pulled Josh in for a kiss. He groaned into my mouth, grabbing my ass firmly and rubbing himself all over me. The steam made everything slick and slippery.
I pulled out of his embrace, turning to the other two.
“On your back.” I didn’t specify which one of them I wanted to lie down. I just pointed to the platform. Ethan obeyed immediately, flashing me a dimpled grin. He spread out on one side of the platform, one leg stretched out, the other hanging off the edge with his foot planted on the ground, his thigh muscle bulging. Who was I kidding? All of Ethan’s muscles were bulging. All the damn time. He stared at me with adoration, patiently waiting for me to do whatever I wished to his body.
Alec, on the other hand, looked as if he was contemplating scooping me up and running out of there to find somewhere dark he could fuck me hard and fast against a wall, all to himself. I was all for that, but not today.
He was breathing hard, his eyes narrowed, his shoulders tight. He didn’t like me telling him what to do. It was always a battle of wills with us. I kept my gaze steady, resolute, and eventually, his eyes still glued to mine, he lowered himself to his hands and knees and spread himself out on his back for me. Because while he didn’t like me telling him what to do, he also fucking loved it when I told him what to do. It was fucked up and confusing, but I understood it perfectly. Because it was exactly how I felt about him telling me what to do.
I wanted Alec first. He’d been first in so many ways—my first Variant; the first one I saw after being kept away for years; the first one to bring me to orgasm, despite the less than ideal circumstances. I wanted him to be the first one inside me now.
I straddled his legs and gripped his cock, giving it a few slow strokes. His breathing got shallower at my touch, but he kept his hands by his sides.
I leaned down and kissed the jagged scars curving around his side. Crawling up his body, I let my breasts drag over his cock, his belly, his chest. He still didn’t touch me.
Ethan watched my every move, lying patiently next to us, and all I had to do was lift my eyes to see Tyler staring at us too. Josh leaned down on one elbow on Alec’s other side, his eyes appreciatively raking over both my body and Alec’s.
Gripping the base of his cock again, I put all my focus on Alec. He was looking only at me.
As I sank down onto him, inch by excruciating inch, we both moaned. Those intense eyes, still fixed on me, threatened to close, roll into the back of his head. Getting that implant was the best decision I’d ever made. Feeling them inside me, skin on smooth skin—there was no better feeling in the world.
His hips bucked up to meet mine, and I splayed my hands on his stomach for balance. Finally, he lifted his hands off the tiles, but instead of touching me, he reached over his head and gripped the edge of the platform. His abdominal muscles stretched under my fingers, and I gave them a less than gentle scratch. I dragged my hands up his chest, then raked my nails back down as I moved my hips. The tile was slippery under my knees, and I couldn’t get a good grip, but it just meant I ended up riding him deep, his hips rolling to meet mine in a delicious grind.
He grunted and finally gave in to the need to close his eyes, rolling his head back. His neck muscles pulled taut as his hands gripped the edge even tighter.
I gave up trying to lift my hips up and down and reveled in the feeling of him deep inside me. He was holding himself back from touching me, letting me take control.
Tyler’s moan drew my attention. He was stroking himself slowly. I could tell by the tension in his shoulders and the unhinged, hungry look in his eyes that he wanted to finish himself off. But he was holding back, holding out for me, once again showing me how much discipline he had.
Looking at Tyler broke my Alec tunnel vision. Ethan and Josh were still in the same positions on either side of us, Josh’s eyes roaming our bodies, Ethan’s gaze stuck to my bouncing tits.
I wanted to kiss them, touch them, hold them.
I curled my hand around the back of Josh’s neck, and he leaned up to meet me halfway in a searing kiss. With one hand, he kept himself propped up while he dragged the other over the curve of my ass and up my back. My damp hair was sticking to my neck, and he pulled it away with gentle fingers before gently dropping his mouth to my moist skin.
I turned my head to Ethan, and he was halfway up before I even had a chance to reach out to him. He mirrored Josh’s pose, leaning his weight on one hand, and let me pull him to me. I kissed him hard, our teeth bumping, our breath mingling as we panted and licked and sucked.
I pulled away for some air, and he immediately bent down to take my breast into his mouth.
With one hand around each of them and Alec under me—surrendered to my touch, letting me use him however I saw fit—I felt like a fucking goddess.
My second orgasm tore through me like a dam bursting, a rush of sensation making me forget everything but this single moment in time. I cried out but kept my eyes open and locked on Tyler’s lust-filled ones, holding him with my gaze just as surely as I held the others with my body.
Ethan and Josh supported me as I started to relax against them, strong hands at my back. But Alec had other ideas.
Finally, he touched me, tearing me out of their grasp and pulling me down on top of him. One hand gripped my hip possessively; the other grabbed a fistful of my hair as his hips pumped mercilessly. I met his fast, erratic movements as best I could and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, kissing his face, his chin, his neck.
He came with a guttural roar, gripping me even tighter and then collapsing under me. I rested my forehead against his, then gave him a soft kiss, pouring all my love into it, letting my lips linger even though I was breathing hard through my nose. When I pulled aw
ay, he smiled and kissed me on the tip of my nose.
As I lifted my hips, his cock slid out of me, and his cum dripped down the inside of my thigh. One of the Turkish towels, sopping wet and ready, slapped down on the tiles next to me. I looked up, and Ty gave me a wink.
I wiped up the mess between my legs and got off Alec.
I didn’t want a break, didn’t need my body telling me I’d had enough, that I should pause. I was on a mission to have them all.
Ethan helped me crawl into his lap and straddle him, then he kissed me tenderly.
I appreciated his soft touch, his patience and willingness to take it easy, but I didn’t need it. I deepened the kiss, rubbing my breasts against his chest, massaging his tongue with mine.
Alec scooted to the edge of the platform and took a few breaths before getting up. I heard the tap behind me running and then water splashing, but I was already consumed with Ethan’s touch, his big, gentle hands caressing my body as I started to rock against him. I slid up and down his impressive length, spreading my moisture all over him without actually taking him inside me.
My body was so wired, every nerve ending at attention; it was as if I was constantly on the verge of another orgasm. Judging by Ethan’s erratic breathing, the soft moans escaping his lips, he was pretty close too. Not wanting to wait another minute, I pulled back.
Ethan still had one foot planted on the ground next to the platform, and my leg was draped over his thick thigh. With a hand on my ass, he helped me rise up and impale myself on him. I slid down his length and paused, letting myself adjust. Ethan was the biggest in every way, and despite the fact that we’d been having sex for months, it still took me a moment to adjust to his size—to adjust to the stretching, the almost too full feeling. But as soon as I relaxed, it felt amazing.
I rolled my hips and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kept one hand planted on the tiles for balance as the other pushed the sticky hair out of my face. With his big, gentle hand, he caressed my brow, his thumb swiping across my cheek, the tips of his fingers caressing my jaw. All the while, his amber eyes watched me with awe.
My heart felt as if it were bursting as I stared back at him, my sweet, loving, gentle man.
He threaded his hand into the hair at the back of my head and pressed his forehead against mine. We only needed to rock slightly for his big cock to caress every inch of the sensitive nerves inside me.
My hands glided over his shoulders and chest, caressing him as gently as he caressed me, and I kissed him.
Keeping my mouth trapped against his, Ethan leaned back slowly until he was flat on his back and I was riding him. My breasts rubbed against him with every thrust as his hands dragged down my back to hold my ass firmly.
As another orgasm built—heat spreading up my chest and down to my fingers and toes, like molten lava—I kept kissing him. I came, shuddering on top of him and moaning into his mouth as I panted and licked and sucked.
His grip on my ass tightened, and he came with me, his release only a few seconds behind mine. He grunted and moaned but was just as unwilling to break our kiss, his tongue caressing mine, his lips just as greedy.
Panting, I finally pulled away and collapsed on top of him. My cheek pressed against his slick chest as he lazily ran his fingers through my hair.
I’d had three orgasms so far—the most I’d ever had in a single session—and as much as I wanted to have them all, I wasn’t sure my body was capable of it.
But Josh wasn’t going to let me be a quitter. As if he could sense my doubt, he appeared at my back, his mouth at my ear.
“You like feeling his big cock inside you? Filling you up?” His whisper was hoarse, but his words still bounced off the tiles, making my pussy clench around Ethan’s cock.
“Yes,” I hissed. Josh gripped my hips and lifted me until I was on my knees hovering over Ethan. Immediately I missed the feeling of him inside me, and just like that, I was ready to keep going, all doubts about my body’s limits driven out by Josh’s dirty words. I was so lost in my lust I barely registered Ethan cleaning up his hot seed with gentle hands and the wet towel.
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes.” I was panting again, or still. I wasn’t sure I’d ever stopped. Ethan was trying to catch his breath too, his eyes raking my body.
“You want us both inside you?” Josh nipped my ear, and I shivered. He reached between my legs from behind and stroked me, his fingers gliding easily over the slick flesh. I was so sensitive I nearly came again. Ethan grinned and started playing with my breasts.
“Fuck. Yes.” I moaned.
“Who?” Josh dragged his fingers back farther, between my ass cheeks. “Tell me who you want inside you.”
“You.” I arched my back, desperate for more now.
“I’ll take your ass.” He pushed the tip of one finger just inside. “I’ll be the first one to stick my cock here. But who do you want inside your pussy at the same time?”
“Any of you. All of you.” I was incoherent, drunk on sex. I had no idea what I was even saying. I did want them all, and logically, I knew it was physically impossible, but Josh was making me crazy with his dirty talk.
We’d discussed anal sex. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about having two of them at the same time, so I’d sat Josh and Tyler down and told them what I wanted. A brand-new butt plug had appeared in my drawer the next day, and we’d started experimenting, working up to it.
“Next time, you can have whoever you want. But right now you’ll have me.” Josh put a second finger into my ass, his breath still hot on my neck. At the same time, he finally pushed his cock into me—slowly, so I could feel every inch of him sliding in as he pulled his fingers out of my other hole at the same time. It was such an intense sensation, a unique kind of friction.
My arms started to shake as I struggled to stay upright, and I let myself collapse on top of Ethan’s chest. Ethan stroked my shoulders with his gentle hands while Josh kept my hips angled up with a firm grip.
After starting things slowly, taking a few deliberate, languorous strokes, he set a fast pace, his hips slamming against me as though he couldn’t seem to keep himself from chasing his release.
His breathing became erratic, but in between moans he managed to make another demand. “Come with me. Fuck. I’m so close.”
“Don’t know if I can,” I panted. It was almost too sensitive, too much. Maybe my body topped out at three.
“Yes, you can.” He sounded so sure. His chest pressed against my back as his arms slapped down on either side of Ethan’s shoulders. “Ethan, give us a hand here.”
His hips never stopped pounding into me as Ethan dragged his hand down my side, then pushed it between us.
“With pleasure.” I could hear the grin in his voice as he found my clit and rubbed in rhythm with Josh’s fast pace.
“Fuck!” Josh sounded as frustrated as he did satisfied; he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He slammed into me one last time and spilled inside me.
The way his hips ground into me through his release pushed him deeper, hitting the sweet spot. Combined with Ethan’s unrelenting fingers on my clit, it was enough to send me over the edge yet again.
“Yes!” I cried out. Josh’s tendency to verbalize everything made me more vocal too. I shuddered through my release, pressed between two hot, chiseled chests.
Josh pulled out and collapsed onto his back next to us.
“Just in time.” He smiled at me. His wet hair looked almost as dark as Tyler’s brown locks, and I ran my hand through it.
Josh kissed me tenderly on the lips, the forehead, and the tip of my nose, then leaned back and closed his eyes as his breathing evened out.
Over the steady rise and fall of his chest, my eyes locked with serious gray ones. Tyler was still in his spot on the bench, slowly stroking himself with one hand. I couldn’t believe he’d been touching himself this whole time and managed not to come. The man was the epitome of control.
As he rose t
o his feet and came around the platform, I had the distinct feeling I was about to see that control shatter.
I rolled off Ethan, onto my back, and propped myself up on my elbows. The movement made Josh’s semen come dripping out of me. Ethan was there in a flash, towel at the ready.
Ethan and Josh pushed themselves up off the platform and went to the sinks to freshen up. Behind me, Alec was lying down on the narrow bench, one foot planted on the ground for balance and an arm slung over his eyes.
My attention snapped back to Tyler when he firmly grabbed my ankles. His touch was searing, demanding, and jolts of excitement and desire shot up my legs.
The muscles in his arms and shoulders contracted as he dragged me toward himself, and I dropped to my back, my messy wet hair trailing behind me. When my ass was at the edge of the platform, he let me go, and I lowered my feet to the ground and sat up.
He straightened to his full height and gripped my shoulders as if to push me back down, but my hand was already wrapped around the base of his cock, and I took it into my mouth.
The hot tiles felt good against my pussy, and I rocked my hips back and forth as I sucked Tyler’s cock.
“Fuck.” His voice was unsteady, strained. He dug his fingers into my shoulders as I took him as deep into my mouth as I could. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the salty precum, but before I could repeat the motion, he threaded his hands into my hair and pulled my head back.
I looked up at him and waited. His dick twitched inches away from my mouth, and I licked my lips. Tyler shuddered, the look in his eyes wild as his gaze darted over my face, my body, the proximity of his cock to my lips. His hands in my hair tightened as he breathed through his mouth.
“I . . .” He trailed off without giving me even a hint of what he wanted to say. I’d never seen Tyler so flustered, so out of control. He may have orchestrated this whole thing, but watching it play out was making him unravel.
“Her mouth feels incredible.” Josh appeared at his side, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. “But you want to come inside her.”
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