They brought me flowers—actually a flower. Each one brought me a single flower. That was sweet. But when we put them all together, we had a beautiful bouquet.
“It’s a lovely bouquet,” said Trevor, “and it’s a nice symbol.”
“We’re better than the sum of our parts,” said Christian.
I had to agree.
“First off,” said Noah, “I want to apologize for my behavior in Iceland. I was—”
“I accept your apology,” I said, interrupting him. Poor Noah, he looked, at first, puzzled.
“But, I had a whole speech prepared,” he said.
I shook my head. “Save it. You might need it later. For now, apology accepted. Thank you.”
“I also want to apologize, “ said Will. “I was—”
“Apology accepted,” I said, interrupting him. And I accepted all their apologies before they’d had a chance to utter a word.
“I also have to apologize,” I said.
“We accept,” they blurted out in unison.
“But wait,” I said. “Don’t you want to know what I’m apologizing for?”
Noah brushed the hair off my shoulders and kissed me on the neck. “For being excessively sexy?”
Will ran his hand up my leg and around to my backside and squeezed. “Or, for having a super-sexy ass?”
Ben took my hand and put it to his bulging cock. “Or for getting me so hard, I’m going to burst?”
“I apologize for none of those things,” I said with confidence.
Landon stepped around Will and came up behind me. With one motion, he undid my jeans, slipped them down to mid-thigh and said, “Then, I’m not going to apologize for tearing up your pussy with my huge cock.”
“Hold on a second, big guy,” said Christian. He stuck his palm out, motioning for Landon to stop.
Instead of stopping, Landon ran his firm hand around my hips then down my crotch. He felt my wet lips and inserted a finger between them.
“I’ve been dreaming of a taste for over two weeks now,” said Christian. He leaned over and grabbed my legs.
I fell back into Landon’s arms. I kicked off my shoes and tried, unsuccessfully, to squirm free of my jeans. “A little help, guys.”
“Aren’t you demanding,” said Christian, and he hoisted me onto his shoulder.
Before I could get my bearings, he set me down onto the bar that separated the kitchen from the small living room. He grabbed my jeans by the hem and yanked them off me.
I let out a scream as I fell backward, but Noah caught me.
“I’ve got you, babe,” he said. “You can save that scream for later. You’re going to need it.”
He leaned me back, cradling me in his arms. Just as he went in for a kiss, I felt Christian’s mouth against my pussy, and I moaned.
Noah didn’t interrupt my cries of pleasure. Instead, he kissed me gently around the mouth, nipping playfully at the edge of my lips while Christian nipped at the wet lips of my pussy. Noah ran the tip of his tongue over my mouth while Christian ran his tongue around the contours of my eagerly awaiting snatch.
I wasn’t falling; Noah had me in his arms. But Christian slid his hands under my ass and lifted me off the counter so that he could get his tongue deeper inside me. I felt simultaneously like I was floating, and I was being held, all the while, my quivering skin, and the inside of my snatch were being explored by greedy tongues.
I closed my eyes and reached out. My hand fell on a firm, chiseled chest, bristling with hair. “Ken,” I said, and I ran my fingers through his chest hair, curling them into a fist when Christian’s tongue pressed against the rim of my gushing slit.
My other hand fell onto a smooth chest, rock-hard with bulging muscles. “Will,” I said.
“You’ve become quite the expert,” he said. He took my hand and slid it down to his throbbing shaft.
I held it loosely while he gyrated and thrust. I heard his faint grunts of pleasure, but mine were much louder. I was rocking and swaying, my body rising and falling to meet the mouths and hands exploring it. I didn’t notice that we’d actually moved until I was set down on the soft quilt of Greta’s bed. I opened my eyes, surprised.
Christian stood. My pussy still craved his lips. Instinctively, I reached out to touch myself, but my hands were grabbed. By whom, I couldn’t tell, for it was dark in the room, and I was writhing. One hand, seized by the wrist, was pulled behind my head and brought to a thick, hard cock.
“Noah,” I said in a breath. My head, resting against a leg, rolled and searched the huge cock behind me.
Christian lifted my leg. He pressed his stiff shaft against the corner of my groin. I had no free hand to grab it and guide it into my eager slit, so I twisted and pumped my hips. But Christian held strong.