"Look," he tells Daryl, just as Dwayne is tossing his towel over the chair in the corner.
Donovan trails a finger from the small patch of curls at the apex of my thighs, over my clit, and between my labia until he reaches my entrance. "She's leaking already, and I haven't even done anything yet." He brings his finger to his lips, licking my arousal, his eyes rolling.
"You don't understand…" He shakes his head. "The taste of you makes me crazy.” He fists his cock, tugging hard, once, twice, three times. "I'm going to make you come, then I'm going to fuck you so good you're going to see stars."
"Donovan's a poet now." Dwayne laughs until Donovan grabs his hand and makes him repeat what he just did. When Dwayne's finger slides between his own lips and his eyes roll too, I have to close mine. I can't watch this without getting lightheaded, especially when Daryl's lips are mouthing my nipple, his tongue circling, then dropping lower to suck hard. His hand squeezes my other breast, and I have to grip the comforter to anchor myself.
"Feel like writing a sonnet yourself now, don't you?" Donovan says.
"You gonna eat that pussy or just talk about it all day?" Daryl says.
I guess that's enough to urge Donovan on because there's no more talk, just a hot mouth between my legs that makes me groan. Gone is the shyness I felt when Justin first opened my legs. He never talked about my body or told me I was beautiful. He made me feel good physically, but the whole experience was empty of appreciation. These men, for all their filthy gruff talk, make me feel sexy. This process of submitting to them makes me feel amazing.
There's freedom in this. Shaking off my self-imposed chains feels so good I fear it's becoming an addiction. Is this how people become sex addicts? They use it to fill a hole where love and faith should live?
Before I can think any more about it, Dwayne has rounded the bed to kiss me.
And what a kiss it is. Soft and tentative, sliding into deep and sensual. My hand goes to the back of his neck, needing some control of this part as his brothers worship the rest of me. Dwayne slowly peels my hand away and presses it into the bed over my head, then the other. "I think we'll keep these here."
There would be no resisting him either. His hands are huge, and he's strong as an ox, dark eyes smiling down at me as though he's daring me to try before he kisses me again. Between my legs, Donovan sucks hard on my clit, and my hips jerk so violently that a hand is pressed against my stomach to keep me immobile, then two hands grip my ankles, holding them tight. There's no moving in this position. All I can do is give in to the sensations and let these men hold me hostage while they feast on my body. It's this knowledge that takes me close to the edge, tumbling over as Donovan sucks again. My knees draw together, trapping his head as I groan into Dwayne's mouth.
"Fuck," Daryl mutters against my skin. "That is hot as hell."
I don't have time to register the shift of the bed until Donovan's cock is nudging at my swollen entrance and Dwayne's is stroking over my lips. Damn, are they seriously going to do me like this? Hunter and Harley took turns, and that was overwhelming enough, but taking two men at once is something else.
Dwayne's hand rests over my cheek, his thumb stroking over my bottom lip. "You gonna suck me now, Maggie?" he asks, at exactly the moment that Donovan slides into my slick pussy.
"Ohhhhh…" He's so thick I feel like he's stretching me open, his hand pushing at the inside of my thighs, so my hips widen enough to take him.
"That's it, Maggie." Donovan tests his thrusts, slow and shallow at first, then long and deep, and my eyes roll, mouth opening enough for Dwayne to stroke my tongue with the hot head of his cock. Daryl takes my hand and wraps it around his cock, fucking into my fist as he licks my nipples like they're popsicles.
This is so much rawer than last night. There is so much happening at once that I can't worry if I'm being coordinated or if I'm doing it right. In fact, this is not really about my actions at all but all about the triplets'. They know what they want, and they know how to get it, and I love the clarity that comes with letting go. They're in charge here, and I can just relax into that, knowing that whatever they need, they will take. And whatever I need, they will give.