Tilting the bottle back, she drank deeply. After only a couple of swallows, she put the beer down as Draven moved up behind her.
He helped her out of her jacket. His lips brushed across her neck, kissing her. She let out a gasp as he nipped at her flesh. Her nipples hardened beneath the onslaught of his touch.
“You have any idea what you do to us?” Draven asked.
“No.”
“Open your eyes.”
She did, and it was to see them standing close, hands on their dicks, rubbing. Her heart picked up speed, and as Draven removed her shirt and flicked open her bra, she saw the hunger in their eyes.
According to Draven, they had denied themselves the pleasure of using anyone else, of being with another person. All waiting for her. For this very moment. Draven had told her it wasn’t his choice to wait this long. The guys wanted to make that choice themselves, but they also wanted her to be ready and prepared for all of them.
“They want it to mean something the first time we’re all together.”
She was petrified and yet thrilled at the same time.
Her life hadn’t taken the course she wanted it. In the back of her mind, she heard her mother’s disapproval, but it faded away as everything did, especially when she thought about how much the guys had helped her over the past few months. They’d been there for her grief, for the pain, for everything. They helped her to heal in her own way, and in return they asked for this.
To some it was too high of a price to pay. For her, she was more than happy to pay it. They were hers, and she belonged to them. Their names were inked into her flesh, and soon, all of them would be forever imprinted on her soul.
She spun in Draven’s arms, tugging his head down to kiss as she worked his jacket off. It fell to the floor.
Harper heard the others getting naked, their clothes hitting the floor and the unmistakable clink of belts as they were opened and dropped.
Draven finished with her clothes, and before long, they were all naked, all exposed, all prepared for what was to come.
She didn’t know if she was ready, but one look at Draven, and she’d happily drown in his gaze for the rest of her life.
“We will always protect you, Harper. You belong to us now. There’s no backing out. No disappearing. What is ours, is yours, and what is yours, is now ours.”
She felt the first touch of fingers down her back. Another was on her hip, followed by another on her thigh.
Keeping Draven’s gaze, she saw the fire in his eyes. There was a hint of jealousy there. She loved seeing it, knowing that this was what he wanted even as much as he hated it. He didn’t want to share her, but to be together, he would.
Lips touched her skin, and Draven ran his hand down her body, cupping her tits together, leaning forward, sucking on the hard buds before using the flat of his tongue to soothe out any pain after he bit them.
She cried out his name, and as someone grasped her ass tightly, giving her a little slap, she moaned. The pain and pleasure were all around her. All the hands touching her body sent her higher.
When Draven opened her thighs and cupped her pussy, she whimpered.
“You’re wet, Harper, wet for us.”
It was moments like this, she knew she was out of her depth and these guys knew exactly what they were doing. Their touch wasn’t hesitant or nervous. They were sure, experienced. They knew what to do to make her moan and gasp.
Draven kissed his way down her body, and as he did, Buck cupped the back of her head, turning her so that she kissed him. His tongue traced across her lips, sliding inside, owning her.
Breaking from the kiss, she looked down to see Axel and Jett both touching her nipples, and Buck, he squeezed her ass.
All of them, their thick cocks stood at attention, waiting, hoping, and she gripped them, hating her own inexperience when it came to this.
She wrapped her fingers around their lengths, working their flesh up and down. Their moans filled the air, echoing off the walls and helping her as she learned their bodies, learned what they liked.
Axel and Jett thrust against her hands as Draven licked her pussy. His tongue stroked over her clit, his fingers working in and out. Buck stood at the back of her, kissing her neck and sucking on her pulse, making her moan even more.
The pleasure was so intense that she nearly crumpled as Draven pushed her into a surprise orgasm.
They helped her to the floor, all of them descending together. Draven was between her thighs first, his cock already covered in a condom. He was always safe, always prepared, always ready.