Not because I can’t take it but because I want it. So much.
More.
More of everything. They’ve made me an addict for them.
Gordon rolls me onto my front, and he climbs on top of me, his feet nudging my ankles apart just enough that he can push inside me. The weight of him pinning me down sends a ripple of sensation up my spine and over my scalp. There would be no escaping this big man if I wanted to. He’d be able to keep me with my face smashed into the blanket, powerless to resist him. His is the fourth cock to fuck my pussy, but amazingly I’m not sore, just slippery and wet from how turned on I am and his other brothers’ seed. He doesn’t seem bothered by the mess. In fact, the hard pistoning of his hips tells me he’s far from it.
I always wondered whether the brothers would be worried about fucking me together. Whether they would want to go first, so they didn’t get messy, but if anything, I think going last just means the arousal builds for them. There’s a franticness about Gordon’s movements that tells me his need to come is urgent.
“Maggie,” he breathes huskily into my ear. “Oh fuck.” Then he’s rigid above me, body spasming with overwhelming pleasure. He moves slowly then, eking out the last drop of sensation that he can, and I start to mentally count through who’s left.
John, Harley, and Logan.
They’re the most patient.
Logan was the first to touch me, shaking my hand at the door on the first day I came here. John was the first to kiss me. Harley was the first inside me and the first to make me come. Maybe it’s right that they’re the last to seal this thing between us.
Gordon rolls onto his side, taking me with him. His hand slides over my breasts, his mouth sucking on the back of my neck. Logan moves forward, lying in front of me, so I’m sandwiched between him and Gordon.
“Are you okay?” His pretty gray eyes fill with warmth, his lashes casting shadows over his cheekbones, framing his straight nose. I remember that first day he called out to me. That moment our eyes locked, and my heart skipped. I think I will always feel that way when I look at him, and I hope he’ll always remember what he saw in me that made him call out.
“I’m good,” I say. “Really good. Amazing, really.”
He grins so broadly that it makes me chuckle. “Does that mean you still have the energy for the rest of us?”
“I think maybe this harem isn’t big enough.” I raise my eyebrows thoughtfully, and for a moment, the room is silent. Logan’s face drops, and when I see that, I burst out laughing. The way his shoulders drop on realizing I’m joking is too cute. “You should see your face,” I say. “I can’t believe you’re happy to share me with ten other men, but the thought of any more pushes you over the edge.”
“Those ten men are my brothers… I’d trust them with my life.”
“So would I,” I say softly.
He kisses me gently then, building to something more possessive. Hands caress me from the back, and Harley’s voice murmurs in my ear, “I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Me too,” I tell him.
Logan lifts my leg and angles his cock into my pussy. When he’s fully seated, he pulls back and nods to his brother. Harley’s cock slips against my ass, slick with lube, until it notches against my taint. “I’ll be gentle,” he says. “I promise.”
And he is, even though it must be so tempting to push in fast and relish the unbelievable tightness. Even though when Logan starts to move, the friction must feel unbelievable. I know it must because it feels unbelievable to me.
“Look at that,” Sean says.
He’s not talking to me because I’m lost in Logan’s kisses and the warmth of Harley’s embrace, but I’m pretty certain that there are more than one set of eyes focused between my legs at the two cocks moving there.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“She feels perfect.”
“Better than perfect.”
How they are finding the brain cells to talk is beyond me. I’m so wrapped up at the moment that I can barely think. Gripping onto Logan’s thick bicep is the only thing keeping me grounded. That and Harley’s arm that is anchored around my waist.
“Can you come again?” Logan smooths a sweat-slicked tendril of hair away from my forehead.
“I don’t think so,” I gasp, my body feeling like something separate from my mind. They own it now. All of the physical parts of me is theirs to play with.
“You sure?” There’s a challenge in Logan’s eyes when he brings his finger to my lips for moisture, then pushes down between us until he can find my clit.