I’m not the Cora I was this morning. I’m a different woman entirely.
“Fuck,” Tobias mutters, kissing my thigh and slicking the skin there with my arousal that coats his lips.
I roll to twist onto my hands and knees, focusing on taking River deep, then deeper. Behind me, hands roam my ass and explore the swollen slickness between my legs. I hear the tear of a foil packet, and I know what’s coming, but I don’t stop to watch who’s sheathing their cock.
It doesn’t matter to me who will be the first to bury themselves inside me because I know that before the day is out, they would have all taken a turn, or more.
The first press at my already slick entrance is accompanied by firm fingers gripping the flesh of my hips. Another hand rests on the small of my back, angling my ass up, making the slow moment of spreading penetration even more exquisite. When I pause, staring up at River with my mouth full, I see he’s watching what his brother is doing to me. I wish I had his vantage point, and I realize how much of this experience will be about the visual side of things for these men.
There’s a real risk of feeling vulnerable or exploited in a situation like this, but I don’t. Warm hands stroke my curves, and someone gathers my hair into their fist so that I can suck River without any obstacle. As whoever is behind me starts to move in earnest, I can barely think to coordinate my movements. I become lost in the push and pull, the thrusting and the withdrawing.
My body becomes a vessel for the enjoyment of others.
My clit hums as the folds of my labia are stretched tight, flared around a cock that’s so big I feel as though it could turn me inside out. I whimper when a hand comes down and surprisingly slaps my ass.
The vibration must be too much for River because he pulls out from between my lips with a pinched expression.
When he slumps back onto his haunches, Mark takes his place.
“Are you okay, pretty girl?” he asks, stroking my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip. His blue-green eyes are dark as a forest at twilight; the tattoos that grace his chest and wrap around his right bicep like a tangle of vines up his taut body. Where River is an avenging angel, Mark is a force of nature, his physique crafted by his dedication and precision.
Nodding, I moisten my lips with a quick flick of my tongue, and those forest eyes darken even more. Even so, he’s not quick to push forward. Instead, I take the root of his cock into my palm and then slide him deep into my mouth. His accompanying hiss is the most uncontrolled sound I’ve ever heard Mark make, as though my desire to blow him has unbuttoned the metaphorical collar of his dress shirt and robbed him of his impeccable restraint. I only get to devour him this way for a few more moments before someone tugs on my hair, and Mark’s cock slips from my lips with a pop.
I find myself pulled upright until my back is pressed against a warm muscular chest. A strong hand rests over my throat and another over my breast. Lips find my ear, teasing before whispering, “I wanted to make sure you knew who was fucking you, princess.”
Tobias.
The youngest goes first. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. All his brothers are used to deferring to him in the way that older siblings do. His big body feels so powerful against my back, hips rolling, working me into a frenzy.
Displayed like this, I have a chance to take in the other men around me, all holding their cocks as though they’re halfway to coming and desperate to hold on long enough for their turn.
“Lick her,” Tobias orders, as though he’s used to being the one in charge of sexual proceedings. I guess he’s had experiences that I can’t even fathom, especially for someone younger than me.
Danny bends at the waist, dipping his head to run his tongue over my clit, and I jolt at the sharpness of the pleasure, my pussy spasming around Tobias.
“That’s it,” Tobias whispers in my ear. “You like that, don’t you? A cock in your pussy and a tongue on your clit. I bet you can come like this with just a few more twitches of my brother’s clever mouth.”
“Don’t stop.” I shudder, desperate to come again, even though it should be impossible.
“He won’t,” Tobias says, increasing the speed of his thrusts, clinging to me as though he’s worried that I’m going to crumble with the sensation. And he’s right to worry because as Danny teases my impossibly swollen clit, I come like a river bursting its banks, and then my knees give out.