I moan as he licks at me, slow, deep strokes. Then Kash is turning my face back toward him and is kissing me again. The pleasure is rising inside me so fast there’s no escape. I grab Kash’s face, moaning into the kiss as West continues to torture me with his tongue and lips. Nate has his cock out and is jacking off slowly, his gaze riveted on us, on me.
The orgasm slams into me, wrenching a cry from my throat. I’m breaking apart and West still licks at me, drawing out the aftershocks.
Kash releases my mouth, panting, the gray of his eyes almost entirely swallowed by black. “I want you,” he whispers. “Red, I need you.”
I can’t say no. I don’t want to say no. “Yes. Yes.”
West drags himself up my body and kisses me full on the mouth, letting me taste my release. “He needs you today more than we do. But we’re next.”
I look up into West’s pretty blue eyes, and for the first time in ages they seem happy.
“Hell,” Nate mutters, and I glance at him, not sure what I’ll see. I relax when I find desire blazing in his gaze. “What West said.”
But how, when he freaks out just by kissing me?
And wait a sec—what are they saying? Do they all want inside me, tonight? I’ve never had a cock inside me in my life, and tonight I’ll take three?
Before I can voice my doubts about that—all of that—Nate reaches over me and opens the box set on a rickety table by his bed. He pulls out a string of foils and drops them on the bed.
Condoms.
“Why do you have those?” West asks, and I frown at the dark undercurrent in his voice. “Why would you need them?”
Nate’s mouth twists in a grimace. “Can’t a guy hope, huh?”
“Is that the reason?” West asks more quietly. “Not that they’re leftovers from a past life?”
Nate goes pale. He sits back on the bed, letting his dark hair hide his eyes. “No, goddammit. They’re not.”
Before I fully understand what they’re talking about, Kash grabs the string of packages and tears one open, pulling a condom out.
“Help me with this?” He frowns down at his hard-on that’s curving pink and large toward his stomach.
I bite my lip, distracted from Nate’s imminent breakdown, and give the rolled-up latex a doubtful look. “You just… roll it on? I’ve never done this before. You?”
“You’re my first, Syd. In everything.”
It makes my heart beat faster.
Then Nate snags the condom from Kash’s hand. “Pay attention,” he mutters. “I won’t show you again. Let’s get you suited up.” He places the condom on the tip of Kash’s cock and rolls it down all the way to the base.
Kash gasps, his cock jumping. He glances up with round eyes.
Nate winks, a feral smile on his face, flashing that deep dimple.
Holy crap, these boys. I don’t know what these currents between them are doing—tension, heat, competition, affection. They’re winding around me, weaving like a net, and I’m already too aroused, too exposed and raw from having them around me, together, making everything seem possible.
I can’t hide how I feel. Never could, not with these boys.
“Syd,” Kash whispers, and shoves my blouse up and over my head. His mouth dips to my breasts. He tugs down the cups of my bra and licks my nipples. “Fuck, at last.”
His mouth on my breasts feels so good it’s short-circuiting my brain. The choice of words seems appropriate, I think, and suddenly my mind clears enough to let in nervousness and a tiny bit of panic.
I slip my fingers through his silvery hair and tug his face up to see his eyes and kiss his mouth, losing myself in his familiar taste.
“Do it,” I whisper against his lips, gasping when his weight settles between my legs, his heavy cock lying across my stomach, burning hot. “Do it.”
“Don’t be scared.” He licks at my lips. “You’ll see. I’ll make it good for you.”