His hand finds my stomach and then slides down, moving over my mound and brushing over my clit before his finger teases my entrance.
“Fuck, you’re wet. Did you come already?”
I nod, arching my back as Theo and Marcus renew their assault on my nipples. “But I… can come again.”
“Hell yeah, you can.”
He slips his finger deeper inside me, fucking me with it like Marcus did in the shower. Every time he slides it into my wet channel, his palm grazes my clit, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through me.
When he pulls his finger all the way out, I groan in disappointment. But a second later, Marcus shifts his weight a little and sinks his cock into me, filling me up in a long, even stroke.
I make a strangled noise of pleasure, and Ryland leans forward to kiss me, his lips moving hungrily as if he wants to devour the sound.
Marcus fucks me for a few strokes, and when he pulls out, Ryland’s fingers take over. The feel of them sharing me like this makes my core clench tightly, and I shift my hips eagerly, trying to bring Ryland’s fingers deeper.
“You want more, angel?” Marcus murmurs.
I shiver, breathing harder. “Yes.”
He grins. Then he bends my legs a little, resting my heels on the mattress. He slides into me again, and as he sets up a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out, Ryland’s hand slips under my leg and around the curve of my ass.
When his finger breaches my back hole, I clench automatically around Marcus, my whole body reacting to the sensation. My lips break from Ryland’s on a moan, my head tilting back.
“Fuck,” Theo groans. “You’re so beautiful, Rose.”
He rises up on one elbow to look down at me, and as I stare up, my vision is overtaken by his face and Marcus’s side by side. Then Theo drops his head to kiss me, tasting the pleasure that’s surging through my body at the feel of Marcus and Ryland both fucking me.
Heat is simmering low in my belly, spreading slowly out through the rest of my body, another orgasm gathering like a coiled spring.
“Are you close?” Theo whispers against my lips, his breath gusting against my skin.
“Yes.” I nod in a small, sharp motion. My toes are curling, my hips arching upward to meet every one of Marcus’s thrusts.
“Wait. Not yet.” Theo kisses me again after he says the words, and if my lips weren’t otherwise occupied, I’d tell him I don’t have a fucking choice. My lips are shaking with it, sensation filling me up from head to toe.
“I… oh God. Oh, fuck!”
My back arches, but before the orgasm can crash over me, everything stops. Marcus slides out of me in a slow movement, and Ryland’s finger leaves my ass. I gasp for breath as I stare up at all three of them, and Theo grins broadly at me.
“We’ve got you, baby,” he promises, and the heat in his voice makes my clit throb.
I’m so fucking close. I just need a little more to push me over the edge.
“Roll over,” Theo commands.
They all sit back, and he puts his hands on my hips to help me as I comply, turning over onto my stomach. Then he pulls my hips backward, drawing me up onto my knees. My hand braces on the mattress, and he slides his palm over the curve of my ass.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. It’s harder for me to stay like this for a long time than it would be if I could support my weight on two arms, but there’s no fucking way I want to miss whatever is about to happen.
I can practically feel the brilliance of his smile beaming down on my back like a ray of sunshine. One of his legs slides between mine, moving my knees a little wider on the mattress.
Then he grabs my ass cheeks in both hands, gripping them tightly to spread them apart and burying his face between my legs. His tongue spears my pussy before sliding up to tease my ass, and I almost pitch face-first onto the bed at the sudden rush of pleasure.
Marcus grabs my shoulder to steady me, supporting me and helping me stay upright as Theo’s tongue rolls over me.
I’m breathing hard, my body humming with arousal, but I manage to look up, catching Ryland’s gaze.
“Come here. Please, I want—”
Theo starts fucking me with his tongue, and I lose all the words I was about to say.
But Ryland gives me what I want anyway, moving forward to kneel in front of me and sitting back on his heels. He got rid of his boxers at some point, and his dick is thick and heavy, jutting out from his body as I lean toward him. I wrap my lips around him, and Ryland lets out a deep groan as my tongue swirls over the broad head of his cock.
Marcus is taking more of my weight now, practically holding me up as I take Ryland deeper into my mouth. Theo keeps changing the tempo and pattern of his tongue as he teases my clit and fucks me with it, and he’s got me balancing on a knife’s edge, right on the verge of flying over the cliff but never quite there.
My body is burning with the need for release, and I take out my frustration on Ryland’s cock. Saliva dribbles down his thick length as I bob my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks as I take him deeper each time.
Theo pulls away from my pussy. He bites down hard on my thigh and murmurs, “Now, Rose.”
His tongue finds my clit again, lashing it in hard strokes, and it’s almost more than my body can take. I shudder from head to toe, my arm nearly giving out as I gasp and moan around Ryland’s cock. Marcus’s grip on my shoulders tightens, and I feel him press a kiss between my shoulder blades as I arch my back, riding out the massive orgasm.
It’s like Theo just gave me several climaxes at once, all built up and unleashed at the exact same time.
I’m panting as the waves of pleasure subside, and I run my tongue over Ryland’s wet cock as I try to catch my breath.
He reaches down to wrap his hand around my wet hair, tilting my head up as he looks down at me. His jaw is tight, the muscles in his neck straining. “Fuck. I want to be inside you. Can you take more?”
I nod, pulling against his hold on my hair to make the gesture as emphatic as possible. I don’t care if I’m sore tomorrow. Hell, I don’t care if I can’t walk tomorrow.
Tonight, I want everything these men can give me.
Theo grazes his teeth over my thigh one more time before he pulls away, and Ryland releases his grip on my hair and lies back on the bed. Marcus helps me as I crawl forward, and when I’m straddling Ryland, I reach down between us, stroking his thick shaft. Fisting him, I rise up and sink down, enveloping him in my tight channel.
My entire lower half feels swollen and flushed from arousal, and it makes me intensely aware of how thick Ryland is. I can feel every inch of him as he fills me, and I pause when he bottoms out, letting my body adjust to the feel of being stretched by him.
“So good,” I murmur, biting my lower lip.
His hands come to my hips, and I start to roll them gently, riding his dick in small movements and grinding my clit against his pelvis.
Now that I don’t need his help staying upright anymore, Marcus’s hands begin to wander, roaming over my skin and teasing all the most sensitive parts of me.
When his fingers drift down to brush over my clit, I jump. It’s still sensitive, hyperaware of every little touch.
“I’ll go slow, angel,” he promises, massaging the swollen bud gently. “But you’ll want this. It will help loosen you up.”