Hot 4 (Multiple Love)

“Wait,” Kane says, rolling away so his cock is out of reach of my grasp. “You first.”

Before I have a chance to object, Holden spreads my legs, gazing first at my smooth pussy and then up, a smirk on his lips. “You ready, baby?” he asks.

“I waxed this pussy for your eating pleasure,” I reply, and all around me, Banbury men chuckle.

The first determined swipe of Holden’s tongue wipes the grin from my face, replacing it with an open-mouthed gasp. Damn, he’s good. Light flicks of my clit change to a deeper probe of my entrance and I’m shaking and trembling, back arching and hips writhing. Kane latches onto one breast and Karter to the other, sucking and biting in a way that trips a switch between my legs that I didn’t know existed. Harris kisses me long and deep, swallowing the moans that his brothers draw from my body.

I’ve always believed that I’m a challenge in the bedroom. Previous partners have struggled to take me to the brink without assistance, but Holden knows. He knows me more than I know myself. He’s read the book of me when I didn’t think I’d even opened the first page.

“Ughnnnna,” I groan into Harris’s mouth, so close to coming that it’s almost painful. Can I do it? Is it really going to happen? Oh…oh…Harris pulls away and I risk looking down, and that’s all it takes. The sight of Holden’s flicking tongue and Karter and Kane latched onto my nipples sends me over the edge and I don’t even know how to breathe anymore. My heart pounds in one, two, three huge drumbeats and my head jolts back on my neck as my eyes squeeze shut. Hot pleasure surges and I moan and moan, my thighs clamping around Holden’s head.

“That’s it,” Harris says, smoothing my hair away from my forehead and stroking my cheek. “That’s it.”

And I drift away into a soft white cloud of pleasure, thinking this is it. And nothing will ever be the same again.

5

It’s the sun that wakes me, a bright shard finding its way through the glass doors to the balcony and resting over my face on the pillow. I stir, opening my eyes for a second and finding Kane’s face next to mine, the slash through his eyebrow the little reminder that it’s him and not his brother. I slowly turn, finding Harris’s softy curly head behind me.

Peeking beneath the sheet that covers us, I find myself as naked as the day I was born, and Kane and Harris are too.

Oh my goodness. The morning wood in the Banbury household is eye-wateringly fantastic.

A sharp pain thuds in my temple, reminding me of the consequence of mixing drinks. What happened last night? Flashes of memories come back to me. Holden’s face between my legs, his eyes fixed on mine while his tongue worked on my clit. Kane’s mouth on mine, his lips teasing. Harris and Karter’s hands squeezing my breasts, their tongues circling my nipples, teeth nipping with just the perfect pressure to tip me over the edge.

It was a top-rated orgasm. Ten out of ten. Stratospheric.

And then what?

I can’t remember anything after that, and with a sudden rush of shame, I realize nothing else happened. I must have fallen asleep.

I seriously fell asleep.

Cringing, I throw an arm over my face and hide in the darkness. After all the flirting, the moaning and groaning, the begging for them to fuck me, look what I ended up delivering. They must be so mad.

Or are they?

I guess they would have woken me up if they were mad. They certainly wouldn’t have covered me so kindly or slept by my side.

“Morning, beautiful,” Kane says. I lift my arm, finding him smiling at me goofily, his eyes as bleary with sleep as mine feel.

“I fell asleep,” I whisper.

“You looked like an angel,” he says softly.

“But you…”

“Got to sleep next to you while you snored.” He chuckles, and I swat his thick, round, tattooed shoulder.

“I do not snore!”

“Just a little,” Harris says in a voice that’s croaky with sleep. “But Kane soon drowned you out.” As I laugh, his hand slides over my stomach, and he pulls me into the warmth of his body, his rock-hard cock resting along the seam of my ass. My pussy clenches involuntarily, hungrier to be filled than it ever has been before. “We were all wrecked,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “To be honest, I think it’s good that we ended the night where we did. I don’t think any of us were in a position to deliver our best performances.”

“Speak for yourself,” Kane says, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at his brother’s head, narrowly missing me in the process. “My performance is always top grade.”

“Of course it is.” I can hear the eye roll in Harris’s voice.