As I draw back, I wipe her lipstick from my mouth, and she smiles shyly up at me.
"You all kiss differently," she tells me. "Before the game, I wondered if your similarities would stretch to more than just your appearance, but they don't."
"I've heard that," I say. "And it doesn't surprise me." Stroking her cheek gently, I ask her if she's ready.
Kyla takes my hand and presses it to her chest so that I can feel her racing heart. It skitters beneath my palm as fast as it would if she'd run from her apartment to mine. "I feel like I have balloons in my brain," she says. "I've never smoked a joint, but I guess this could be the sensation."
"You feel high?"
"Yeah. My knees are like jelly, and we haven't even started."
"Shall I carry you? Would that make it easier?"
Kyla blinks her eyes the color of chocolate and nods. "I think that would be good."
She's not a wisp of a girl, but she still feels light in my arms. I hold her close with her legs draped over one of my arms and her body cradled in the other. Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, I carry her into the apartment, straight through the den and into my bedroom, giving the rest of them a nod on the way. A few moments pass before I hear the shuffling movements of my brothers and friends, and I let Kyla slide to her feet, stroking my hands down her face and neck, kissing her lips, and loosening the belt around her coat.
Beneath, I'm expecting her to be wearing a dress or top and skirt, but she isn't. As the coat falls away, she's completely naked, her skin glowing in the low light from the candles I've placed around the room.
A hiss of breath being drawn emits from the doorway as Kyla comes into the view of all the men from Ink Factor. Her brazen confidence sends a ripple through the group, but I don't give a shit about them. All I can think about is the gorgeous woman in front of me and how perfect she is. How all my worries about whether she really wanted this were misplaced. She traveled here undressed for us. She didn't want even a few clothes to get in the way.
I know I'm the only man here who hasn't seen Kyla naked, and I take the time to take in every soft curve. "You're beautiful," I say, reaching for her hand. Instinct drives me to kiss gently, wanting to show her that even though there are eight huge men in this room, that we're all going to treat her with reverence and respect. And a whole lot of passion.
My cock is already rock hard, straining for her soft, slick pussy.
"All you have to do is tell us to stop if it gets too much," I whisper against her ear. Her head jerks in a nod, and my shoulders drop just a little.
Noah, Niall, and I have had some fun before. There isn't a shortage of girls out there who enjoy being the meat in a triplet club sandwich. I know the other twin pairs have too. But Carl has always been a lone wolf, and I’ve never fucked a girl with so many guys before—none of us have.
We haven't coordinated an approach, so I take the lead, drawing Kyla close, kissing her cheeks and jawline, gently helping her relax. That part is pretty key for a woman who's about to take eight huge men inside her. She'll need to be wet because I don't want her walking out of here in pain. That part definitely wouldn't turn me on.
My hands drift down her back until my palms cup her ass. The sweet moan she makes when I squeeze lets me know she's feeling good. When I pick her up again, she wraps her legs around me as I climb onto the bed, releasing her onto the comforter. All around us, I can hear the rustle of clothes. Belts clatter to the floor, but I don't take my eyes from Kyla's, keeping her grounded in the moment between us. Despite my musings about Carl being the least experienced in multiple group sex, he's the first on the bed beside us, his hand taking Kyla's and kissing it too. She reaches out to stroke his face, her eyes glazed, her fingers trembling.
Drifting down her body, I kiss a path between her breasts, across her belly, and around her navel. She smells of summer flowers and evenings on the porch swing. Every kiss takes me closer to the promised land.
I've imagined the moment I'd get to taste her from the first time Dex suggested the game. Before that, I tried to keep her firmly in the “work colleague” category, knowing how crazy Carl can be about the business. As I breathe in her scent, my mind seems to melt, no longer caring about what the rest of my Inked brothers are doing or worrying that Kyla might be overwhelmed. I'm lost in her body and desperate to give her pleasure.