I woke the next morning, groggy, still smiling, and deliciously aroused, thanks to the finger working inside me. In and out, it slid and curled, joined by another finger, then a tongue, winding me up and heating my core. I arched my back, my muscles tightening and relaxing, as I looked down my body and found Michio’s dark eyes hungrily watching me from between my legs.
Turning my head, I was greeted by another pair of eyes, lighter in color, but no less inviting.
Jesse lay on his side, his head pillowed by his bent arm, and his sexy hair spiking in every direction. “Morning, darlin’.”
I shivered at the sound of his deep timbre and clenched against Michio’s seeking tongue. “Morning.”
Roark’s groan rumbled behind Jesse.
Michio lifted his head, kissing my inner thigh, as his gaze clinically examined Roark. “How do you feel?”
Roark sat up and brushed his tousled blond locks from his face as his eyes roamed my body. “After a shit, shower, and some of wha’ you’re having, Doc, I’ll feel totally boxed off.”
Oh, that man had no shame. I shared a smile with Jesse.
Michio climbed up my body and hovered over me on hands and knees. We were both naked. Him, hard as steel. Me, soaked and trembling. He didn’t say good morning, didn’t ask me how I was feeling. We simply stared at each other, communicating everything in that single look.
Roark lumbered out of the room, unabashedly nude. “I won’t be long. Den’ go anywhere, love.”
Not a chance. Michio lowered his body and entered me, slowly, teasingly. He took me with gentle thrusts, kissing my lips, building, picking up his pace, and bringing me to orgasm, once, twice, before finding his own.
I left Michio spent and trembling and went to Jesse, riding him hard, licking his lips, and gripping his sexy hair. Michio watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Jesse groaned and kicked his hips beneath me, driving his cock with long, needful thrusts, his fingers twisting my nipples, and his heated eyes lingering on my mouth. When he came, I followed him over that welcome cliff, my grip sliding away from the edge, but I didn’t plunge, because he was there to catch me, and together we soared.
The moment I caught my breath, Michio dragged me back, arranging my legs to straddle him, and fucked me again. Maybe one climax would never be enough for him. Or maybe this was his way of cementing his position in our bed as he kissed me, tasted my mouth and my body, and sank in and out of my heat, feeding me his hunger, his pleasure, and his cock. It felt as though he was giving me everything, with no intention of stopping.
Beside us, Jesse lay sated and still, watching us with a thoughtful expression, his fingers stroking my arm, my breasts, and my lips.
Eventually, Roark returned and nuzzled his way in, enveloping my senses with the aroma of soap and toothpaste, his wet hair dripping down his sculpted face, and his shaved jaw stroking like silk across my shoulder. He wasn’t handsy with Michio like he was with Jesse, but he wasn’t patient or passive either. His chest pressed against my back and his arm hooked around my waist, lifting me up and down on Michio’s cock and hurrying the other man along.
Flexing beneath me, Michio gripped my thighs and raised a black brow at Roark. “Is this how it’s going to be?”
“It can be however ye want, Doc.” Roark relaxed against my back, his weight bearing down on me and pressing my chest against Michio’s. “But she’s gagging for both of us to give it to her up the rasher.”
Oh my God. I hit his rib with my elbow. “Your mouth…I swear.”
“Ye love me mouth.” He reached behind me and positioned his engorged length at my entrance, sliding his plump crown against Michio. “Tell me no, Doc.”
Jesse watched us, wordlessly, his lips a flat line, but there was a smile glimmering in his eyes.
“You talk too much.” Michio widened his legs beneath me, spreading my thighs, as he held me against his chest, waiting.
Roark braced a hand beside Michio’s torso and pushed, sliding through my slickness and filling my pussy alongside Michio. He thrust deeper, and a hiss streamed past Michio’s elongated fangs. My walls clamped down, and my tissues stretched, tender and overworked, but the overwhelming pleasure powered through the discomfort.
Their grunting and panting magnified my need, their desire taking me with them, spurring me to satisfy them, to please them and hold them for as long as I could. Even more arousing was the eye-contact I shared with Jesse as they fucked me.
When Roark and Michio climaxed, they gathered me in their arms, panting, trembling, content. A moment later, Jesse crawled over the knot of limbs and rested his cheek on my inner thigh, his finger swirling through my folds where each of them had stretched and filled and spilled.