Hot 4 (Multiple Love)

Beneath me, Kane begins to thrust upward, his hands keeping my hips secured as Holden speeds. They’re like a well-oiled machine of pleasure, four bodies dedicated to showing me everything that I’ve ever imagined it could be like with more than one man.

My body is slick with sweat, arousal, and cum, my muscles straining, pussy clenching, and still they don’t stop. I come with whip speed, moaning around Karter’s cock, almost tumbling down onto Kane’s chest, but they support me through it, thrusting and thrusting into my pussy and my mouth until I feel more pleasure pooling in my belly.

I’ve never been capable of multiple orgasms. In the past, I’ve struggled to find a man who can give me even one without a significant amount of assistance from my own hand, and here these men are able to extract more pleasure from my body than I ever believed was possible.

“Fuck,” Karter gasps, his hand tightening around my neck as he fills my mouth. I swallow; the taste of him the trigger for another orgasm that is almost painful in its intensity. My clit feels swollen beyond its capacity, trapped against Kane’s hard body.

Karter flops to the bed, cupping his dick, as Kane pulls me closer onto his sweat-slicked muscled chest. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispers, kissing my damp forehead. “I can’t,” I say, not really sure what I mean. Can’t take any more pleasure. Can’t control my own body enough to support its weight. Can’t handle the way they’re making me feel.

Maybe it’s a mix of all of those that have my mind swimming.

Holden’s hand strokes my back. “You don’t have to do anything, Connie,” he says. “We’ve got this. We’ve got you.”

And they have. They have me so deeply that I feel seen for the first time ever. And it strikes me then how little they actually know me.

How can it be that in their arms, I feel safer than I’ve ever felt? How can I trust them enough to be this way with them after such a short period of time? I can’t explain it other than they’re magic. Could this be how Natalie felt when she met Mason, Max, and Miller?

I know that Holden is going to come before he does as his cock swells and kicks inside me. His body seizes as he buries himself deep, releasing against my bruised cervix, gripping my hips so tightly I’m certain the indentations of his fingers will mark in the morning.

Kane isn’t far behind. “Fuck,” he shouts, anchoring me against him tighter as his knees draw up. And as I’m sandwiched between their strong bodies, pussy stretched to its limits, I come again, seizing so tightly that both Holden and Kane cry out.

When they slip from inside me, a rush of warmth spills over my thigh. Instinct takes my hand between my legs, fingering the mix of three men’s semen that is leaking from inside me.

I feel claimed. Owned. Ruined and put back together in a way that I don’t fully understand. Kane keeps me close, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, and telling me how amazing I am.

And for the first time in my life, I sense the truth of that deep in my bones.

12

I sleep on Kane's chest, with Karter nestled at my back. It's not for long, just enough time to slide into a dream that takes me to a place I don't recognize, adrift in a small boat with trees concealing the sky overhead. I wake with a start and find my cheek stuck to Kane's skin and Karter's hand cupping my pussy like he wants to make sure no one is going to touch me while he's in dreamland. It's possessive and cute and maybe a left-over instinct from when he was a kid, and his brothers used to steal his toys. The thought makes me smile.

I wake them with kisses, loving the heat of their bodies and the way they squint at me through sleep-bleary eyes.

"Hey." Kane smiles.

"Where are Holden and Harris?" I ask.

"No idea," he says, "but maybe we should go find out."

My swimsuit is wet on the floor of the shower, but I squeeze it as dry as I can and tug it on. The twins do the same with their suits, and we pad down the stairs. I can't stop grinning, and neither can they. By the time we hit the bottom of the stairs, they've both pinched my ass, and I've swatted them away playfully, loving how goofy they can be after all the intensity in the bedroom. Holden and Harris are resting on sunbeds by the pool. As I'm stepping out to join them, there's a knock at the front door.

"Room service," Harris shouts, jumping up excitedly. At the door, a server wheels in a trolley of trays covered in silver cloches.