Mad Love (Slateview High 3)

“Do you want us all, Coralee?” Kace rasped, and the instant he said it, I knew exactly what he meant.

Hunger swept through me like a forest fire, and I grabbed on to Misael’s head, holding him in place as my hips rose up to meet the pressure of his lips. I wrenched my mouth away from Bishop’s as a throaty cry fell from my lips.

“Yes!”

Everything stopped for a moment as the three men drew back to look at me, and I blinked up at them desperately. I’d been so close to coming already, and I wanted more. So much more.

“All of you,” I breathed, my chest rising and falling hard. “At the same time. Please.”

They descended on me again so fast that I barely knew what happened, lips and teeth and hands moving over me with the same desperate hunger I felt. Bishop unclasped my bra as Kace and Misael worked my panties down my legs, and then I felt two of Kace’s thick fingers slide inside me as Misael’s tongue lapped at my clit.

And my world flew to pieces.

I bucked against their hold, the pleasure wracking my body almost too much to endure. I had kicked off my shoes somewhere in the middle of all this, and now my toes curled into the soft fabric of the couch. I panted into Bishop’s mouth as he kissed me over and over again, devouring my sounds of pleasure.

When the tension finally drained from my body, I blinked, the world coming into focus around me again. All three of the men kneeling beside me stood, and I bit my lip as I watched them undress, loosening their ties and pulling them off before shrugging out of their jackets and unbuttoning their shirts.

It was like a slow unveiling, an unwrapping of three hot-as-fuck gifts, and I let out a soft whimper when they all finally shucked their boxer briefs. Misael’s stitches were covered with a small white bandage, and my gaze traveled over not just the stunning display of muscle before me, but the injuries each of the men still wore.

It was a visceral reminder of how lucky we all were to still be here, to still be alive.

I didn’t know how much more time we had before the wedding was supposed to start. I didn’t know whether the guests would be able to hear sounds from this room as they filtered into the church and sat in the pews.

But I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Bishop stepped up beside me, and when I sat up to kiss him, he bent to press his lips to mine. Then he wrapped his arms around me, maneuvering us so that he lay on the couch beneath me. His hard cock was sandwiched between us, and when I moved my hips, sliding my wet folds along his thick length, he grunted into my mouth.

“Are you ready, Coralee?” he murmured.

Yes.

More than ready.

It felt like my whole life had been building toward this moment, toward the sealing of a bond between me and three lost parts of myself. Parts I had known in another life, maybe, or parts my soul had claimed as its own.

I nodded, kissing him again even as I rose up onto my knees, giving myself the right angle to impale myself on his cock. As I sank down onto him, Misael and Kace traced the lines of my body with their hands, their movements following mine as I began to ride Bishop slowly, dragging out each undulation of my hips.

My arousal coated his cock and seeped from the place where he sank deep into me, and as the pleasant burn of another orgasm began to build inside me, Kace’s hands trailed down over my ass. Just like he had the night we’d fucked in the nurse’s office, he used my own wetness, gathering it from where it smeared across my thighs before slipping his fingers between my cheeks to find the puckered hole there.

“Remember last time?” he murmured softly, his voice rough and tender at the same time. “Just like that. Make yourself come, Princess. Get off on Bishop’s cock. Relax and let me in.”

His finger penetrated the tight ring of muscle as he spoke, and the feeling of fullness made me ride Bishop with more urgency, rubbing my clit hard against his pubic bone with each stroke. Misael’s hands moved over me, and when I broke my kiss with Bishop, I found him kneeling next to the couch. His lips found mine as Bishop massaged my breasts, and I rested my hands on Bish’s muscled chest to support myself as I rocked up and down on his cock.

Every time Bishop buried himself inside me, Kace went deeper too, and the back and forth of feeling my core and my ass both being stretched made me groan into Misael’s kiss.

I remembered the fullness of having Kace’s cock in my ass, how I had balanced on a knife’s edge between pain and pleasure, and my body shuddered as I imagined what it would be like to have more than his fingers inside me while Bishop fucked me from below.

“God, Cora. I can feel how much you need this. I can feel how close you are.”

Bishop’s hands left my breasts as he spoke, trailing down my waist to grip my hips in a firm hold, guiding my movements as I rode him harder.

He was right. I was close to coming again. My clit pulsed with every thrust of his hips, and I could feel my inner walls tightening. My updo had come partially undone, and tendrils of hair brushed against my shoulders as the four of us moved together, our bodies in perfect harmony.

When I came, my fingers curled against Bishop’s chest, my nails leaving small indentations on his skin as I threw my head back. Misael nipped at my shoulder and neck as Kace added a second finger in my back hole, riding out the waves of my orgasm as he worked them both in deeper.

This time, my body barely came down from the high of the orgasm. Even as the tremors in my muscles subsided, I could feel myself building up again, wanting more.

“Now! Please!” I looked over my shoulder at Kace and saw the tension in his jaw, the beads of precum that slid down his cock, the way the muscles of his abs flexed and bunched.