Deity (Boys of Winter 4)

My hand crushes down over Cruz’s at my hip as he groans my name, the sweetest sound I’ll ever hear, and as Carver’s tongue flicks over my clit again, two figures appear by the entrance of the shower, their brows arched and their cocks straining through the front of their pants.

Holy. Fuck. Are we finally going to do this? All five of us together? This has been my ultimate dream from the very moment I met them, but surely I’m not that lucky. Surely it couldn’t get any better than what they’ve already offered me.

I don’t doubt that Grayson and King heard everything that’s been going on in here as they’ve been dealing with Knox’s body. Waiting has probably killed them, but if they don’t hurry up and get in here, it might just kill me instead.

King doesn’t hesitate. His shirt is gone in seconds, and as he moves toward us, his hands fall to his belt. King moves in beside me, his eyes lingering over my skin, mesmerized by the soft bounce of my tits as Cruz fucks my ass. His cock is in his hand in moments, squeezing his tip before sailing his tight fist all the way down to his thick base.

“Let me,” I pant, the words coming out as a strangled cry.

I reach down and take his thick cock in my hand and his fingers curl over mine, controlling the speed as we sail up and down his velvety skin together. King groans and I can’t help but notice the way that he watches both Cruz and Carver as they work my body from both the front and back.

Grayson on the other hand, he likes to watch. He likes to take in all the sights before divulging in our wicked little games, but that doesn’t stop him from stripping down and putting that beautiful raven tattoo on display as his heavy cock springs free from his pants and dangles low between his legs, his piercing softly sparkling against the harsh bright spotlights.

Grayson moves in close, but not close enough to touch, and for the slightest moment, I want to curse him until his dying days, but Carver’s tongue twitches against my clit and I scream out, my eyes rolling back as my grip tightens on King’s cock.

King groans and I feel Carver’s grin against my clit, the fucking prick. Then as if my body isn’t already wound up, his fingers slip in below his chin and before I even know what he’s doing, his thick fingers are pushing up inside of me, massaging my walls and finding my G-spot almost immediately.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and my body gives out, unable to hold on to it anymore. I shatter around his fingers as I clench down around Cruz, my pussy violently convulsing as my orgasm tears through me. King groans, the softness of the sound wrapping around me and only making it that much more intense.

Carver doesn’t let up on my clit and my whole body goes weak. Without Cruz holding me up, I’d be a fucking puddle on the ground. It becomes too much and I have no choice but to press against his wide shoulder and push him back just a bit. If he were to keep going, I know I would crumble, and I’m not nearly finished with them yet.

Realizing that I need a moment to find myself, Cruz eases up and slows his movements, giving me a chance to come back down to earth. His fingers rest around my waist and slowly creep back up to my tits, the soft movement against my skin sending goosebumps sailing right over me.

As I come down from my high, I press back against Cruz, taking him deeper, but as Carver gets off his knees, a darkness flashes through his eyes. He’s only just getting started. He steps in closer to me and pushes me back against Cruz, making him lean back against the shower wall.

Carver grabs my thighs and lifts me up, going slowly so as to not break Cruz’s rhythm. He spreads my legs wide as I watch Grayson’s eyes drop to my aching pussy. Carver pushes straight into me, slamming deep inside my cunt as the water slams down over all of us, my leg hooking right over his shoulder as my other wraps around his waist.

“Fuck,” I cry, taking them both.

Carver thrusts into me, his hips forcing my legs wider as he and Cruz find a rhythm that works for us all; hell, even making it possible for me to keep working King’s cock with my hand.

Grayson can’t take it anymore and moves in closer, grabbing my chin and forcing my head to him. He strokes his monster cock and it rubs up against my leg as his warm lips crush down on mine, swallowing my gasps and groans.