The memory of how Danny and Tobias looked with that girl between them flickers through my mind, and I want to know how it feels to be enveloped by them. I want them all.
“Take this off,” Tobias practically growls, tugging at my shirt.
“You take it off,” I respond, not expecting him to almost tear it from my body the way he does. River’s fingers are the ones that unfasten my bra as Danny drags my jeans over my thighs and to my ankles so that I can step out of them.
There’s a frenzied urgency to all our movements now. A buzzing craziness that won’t allow any interruption or consideration of why we should stop.
“Fuck,” Mark mutters, his eyes fierce with want as he takes in my curves. I know he’s seen most of my body in the kitchen when I was engaged in taunting them and pranking them. When all I cared about was making them pay for everything bad that had happened in my life before.
That all seems so long ago.
It all feels so petty now I’ve gotten to see the real men that they are, and I understand just how different they are from my first perceptions.
“My room, now,” Alden orders, and without hesitation, Tobias hauls me against his body, spreading my legs around his waist so that he can stride toward the stairs. No one seems to worry that Mrs. Henderson or Ross will find our hastily strewn clothes all over the floor in the entryway. Both have probably dealt with worse over the years. The thought doesn’t make me jealous. I am strangely happy that my stepbrothers have accrued enough experience to drive me this crazy.
And drive me crazy they do. I'm lost in sensation as soon as my back hits the soft comforter on Alden’s bed. Tobias licks up my ribcage, mouthing hot kisses below my breasts, and even hotter, sucks to my nipples. Danny’s lips find mine for a searing deep kiss that has my toes curling. Fingers rub my clit, and other fingers stroke through my wetness, sliding deep and pumping hard enough to make me grunt. My hand is clasped around a thick heavy cock, and I move to stimulate it, not caring who is searching for pleasure.
Is this what Maggie feels like when she’s with her men? So overwhelmed with the experience that it becomes impossible to focus on who is where and who is doing what? Five men become one, focused on my body and my pleasure. No wonder she’s always so content.
I never imagined it could be this way.
In my wildest dreams, I could not have envisioned a day when the Carlton brothers would have been anything other than my enemies.
Five brothers would usually struggle to agree on pizza toppings, let alone a single woman to share. But these men are laser-focused on what they want. Even when faced with my denial, they weren’t dissuaded. In fact, the more I protested, the more they showed me how much they wanted this.
Fingers are replaced by Tobias’s tongue, and I arch my spine, pressing my pussy against his mouth, spreading my legs wider so he can give me everything he’s got, and he does. Oh, he does. Danny’s mouth latches onto my right breast and Alden’s to my left, and together, they suck in an alternating rhythm that makes me feel crazy.
“Shit,” River grunts, moving to kneel closer to my head. He trails his fingers over my lips, and when I open my mouth to taste him, he slides three fingers across my tongue, slowly, slowly, holding my gaze with his ethereal gray eyes. “See how good you can take it,” he murmurs.
I nod, knowing he’s testing, feeling the thrill when he fists his cock and brings it close enough to my mouth that I can lick the tip.
He tastes salty-sweet, of sin and sunshine, and I’m hungry for the submission it will take to let him bury his huge, thick cock in my throat while his brothers watch.
I’ve never done anything this crazy before. My last sexual experience was with a man I dated for six months before he left to travel the world and decided that world travel was for someone without my financial worries. Travis wasn’t exactly dynamite in bed either. If he could see me now, he’d blow a blood vessel.
The first slide of River’s cock into my mouth is slow and tentative. He looms over me with his hand resting over my throat and his bottom lip held in by his perfect white teeth. He looks like an avenging angel, with rippling muscles and fierce heavenly eyes. I can’t take him deeply, from this angle, but that doesn’t stop him from closing his eyes as the pleasure builds.
I close mine, too, because Tobias is twisting his fingers inside me, grazing the bundle of nerves that sets me off like an exploding rocket. I rock against his mouth, milking every wave of pleasure, the tiny fragments of me drifting back down to earth to reform into someone different.