Gordon stands, grabbing my hands and tugging me off Reggie. He scoops me up and carries me to the bed, swiping away the clothes he must have tossed there earlier. My panties are pulled off so fast, the elastic scratches my thighs. “You want all three of us?” Gordon asks, smiling wolfishly.
“She’s greedy,” Logan says. He’s already tugging off his shirt and shoving his shorts to the floor, and damn if he doesn’t have a body that all men should weep for. Perfectly lean over toned muscle, he’s got a physique that could grace the cover of men’s fitness magazines everywhere.
“Nothing wrong with a bit of greed,” says Reggie, doing the same.
“Tell us your fantasy, baby,” Gordon asks. They’re now all naked, an actual buffet of men standing in front of me, and my breath leaves my mouth in a whoosh of anticipation.
“This,” I say, waving my hand back and forth to encompass them all. “Just looking at you is enough.”
“Well, you get to do more than just look,” Reggie says.
He steps up before his brothers and kneels between my legs. “All that wriggling you did on my lap… look at what you did to me.” He takes hold of the tip of his big cock and rubs it over my swollen clit. It’s so smooth and hard, and he doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he’s over me, stretching me open as he pushes inside. Oh God, it feels good. If I’m chocolate pudding, then Reggie is the biggest, juiciest steak there is. I grip hold of his bicep, and it’s as solid as a rock, and when he moves, I can’t hold in the moan.
“Mmmmm…” I throw my head back and my arms, gripping the comforter behind my head as he fucks into me with all the finesse of a pro athlete.
“She really likes that,” Logan says.
“She feels so good.” Reggie nuzzles into my neck, his whole body in motion, and he grinds and grind and grinds into me. Fuck. Then he’s pulling out. “You try,” he says to Logan.
Logan is there, taking Reggie’s position; his cock — already slick with precum — slides right in. His lips find mine for a deep and intense kiss, tongue mirroring the slow teasing rhythm of his cock. “You like fucking us like this?” he asks against my jaw, nibbling the skin with his teeth.
“I love it,” I say.
“Shit. Tell me again.”
“I love it, baby.”
Logan grabs my wrists, holding them tight over my head. His brothers are on either side of me, watching everything, and I realize something that I would never have guessed. That being watched can be as much of a turn-on as being touched.
“Flip her over,” Gordon says. His hand is on his cock, the pulls he gives himself harder than I ever would have dared to give him. Logan does what his brother requests, and when I’m on my hands and knees, he presses his hand into the arch of my back and fills me with his cock once again.
Gordon kneels in front of me and gestures for Reggie to do the same. He brings his cock to my lips, and I suck him deep into my mouth, loving the way he tastes and the way he threads his fingers into my hair but doesn’t force me deeper. “See that?” he mutters. I’m not sure if he’s talking to himself or to the rest of us, but it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is the reverence in his voice, the sheer appreciation for the act. Just as I start to feel him swelling in my mouth, he pulls back. “Suck my brother,” he says, and damn if that isn’t the sexiest thing ever.
Reggie comes closer, and I take him into my mouth in the same way I did for Gordon. I feel the tremble in his thighs, the desperate need he has to come. Behind me, Logan is working slowly as though he doesn’t want this to end. I’m pretty sure he has a good view of what I’m doing to Gordon and Reggie. Maybe he’s enjoying the view in the same way that Reggie was earlier.
I always wondered how it would work with so many men, but I get it now. It’s not about constant physical pleasure. There’s the visual aspect and the sounds too. Listening to Reggie moan as he gets closer and Logan groan as he fills my pussy with his cum just adds to the frantic pleasure I feel between these men. Listening to Gordon groan as he takes Logan’s place and fills my pussy too, pushes me over the edge again, and when Reggie releases into my throat, I’m gone.
At some point, I must have collapsed from the overwhelming pleasure because I come around with my head resting on Gordon’s chest and Reggie’s arm wrapped around my waist. Glancing around, I find that Logan has gone. “Where’s Logan?” I ask.