I wrap a hand around his waist and dig my fingers into his back, feeling the thin sheen of sweat on his skin, wanting to keep us close as his body convulses over me.
When he finishes, he collapses onto me, not quite putting all of his weight on me, but enough to feel indescribably good in the way that only a man’s body can. My ex, Jay, used to lie on me like this after sex, and I loved it.
Maybe it’s because Jonathan is younger than me, that he’s reminding me of my ex. Of course, Jay was only in his twenties when we were together, but Jonathan seems very youthful for thirty-three. Youthful, but undeniably a grown man, every bit as skillful as he claimed.
“Are you ready for more?” Jonathan asks.
I’m surprised by his question, because it sounds like he’s saying he’s ready to go again, but then I realize he’s talking about his brothers. As Jonathan lifts off of me, I see the other dim figures in the room. Brendan and Corbin are both there, and presumably, have been watching.
Corbin comes forward, taking Jonathan’s place. He’s naked now, and I wish the lights were on, because from what I can see, his body is every bit as gorgeous as his face. His chest is lightly dusted with hair, and as soon as he’s close enough, I reach out to touch it.
His skin is warm and firm as my hands explore the broad expanse of him. Gradually, I slide a hand downward, following a trail of hair that leads me to the base of his cock. He’s thick, like his younger brother, and already hard as a rock.
“I want you inside me,” I tell him as I gently pull, sliding my hand over the head of his cock and back, before exploring the ridge with my thumb.
“Want me to fuck you?” he asks. My pussy throbs in response.
“So hard,” I say. “Fuck me hard.”
After Corbin sets a speed record for unwrapping and putting on a condom, he pulls my hips to the edge of the bed and rests my legs against his chest. His thumb finds my clit as he lines his cock up at my entrance, rubbing through my wet folds with the head before slowly pressing inside.
He goes in deep with his first stroke, our bodies pressing together as he fills me. His eyes find mine, and then he starts to move, increasing his pace until he’s pistoning in and out of me, his cock pounding into my pussy in a way that makes me feel owned.
I can’t speak, but the whimpering sounds I’m making urge him on. I reach my hand around to grab his ass, his muscles tightening as he drives into me over and over.
He’s hitting something inside me just right, and another orgasm builds and explodes. “Uhn, I’m coming!” I manage, and my words spur him to go harder and faster, until I’m a helpless puddle of blissful goo, impaled on his thick cock, exactly where I want and need to be right now.
It must be the angle of our connection, or the build up of so many orgasms tonight, but this one hits hard, overwhelming me in the best possible way, almost bringing tears to my eyes, and feeling like redemption after so many years of lackluster sex.
I’ve been missing out on pleasure in life — that’s abundantly clear all of a sudden — but the thought flares and then fades quickly as I try to process all that I’m feeling.
Corbin moves my right leg to his right shoulder, bringing both of my legs together. The shift must change something for him, because he slows his rhythm, pumps in deep a few more times, and then he’s coming, his cock jerking, then pulsing inside me.
I have a great view of his handsome face, and I watch him lose control.
12
A friend of ours
One of my reservations about spending the night with three men was whether I’d be able to handle them all. By the time Corbin’s done with me, my fear is realized.
I’m a limp noodle, fucked thoroughly, and deeply exhausted in that way that feels wonderful down to the bones. I don’t want to disappoint Brendan, though.
“How’re you doing?” he says, coming to lie next to me on the bed.
“I’ll be honest. I’m a bit tired.”
He chuckles softly as his fingers trail lightly over my collarbone.
“If I had known I’d be spending the night with three men, I’d have started training for it.”
A laugh escapes from him before he leans in and kisses me, our heads side-by-side on the mattress. “You should get some rest,” he says.
I shake my head and pull him close again, kissing him more deeply. As we kiss, I roll toward him and lift a knee over him to straddle his hips.
“Christine, we don’t have to —”
“I want to,” I say, interrupting before bringing my lips back to his. At the same time, I find his cock and lift my hips to take him inside, but he pulls back.