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When I’m a panting mess, they all step back in some sort of organised move. Except Max. His hands keep massaging my butt. My head drops back onto his chest as I lean into his grip. With each hard squeeze, I push harder into him.
Music softly filters into the space, the beat low and sensual, seducing every cell in my body.
Max’s arm crosses my body, his fingers link through mine, and he pulls, spinning me quickly. I gasp and fall into his body, my lace-covered chest brushing against his bare one.
“Careful,” Nate scolds tersely.
Max groans low and cups my face, taking my mouth in a dirty, consuming kiss. His tongue twists with mine, and his murmured groans trickle down my throat as he feeds me his lustful hunger.
A hand curls around my neck from behind, travelling up my chin and cutting off the connection between Max’s and my mouths.
“The rules, Maxi,” Nate growls. His words caress my ear, sliding down my spine. The hand over my mouth tugs, and my back hits his bare chest.
“Fuck the rules,” Max pants, his pupils blown as his fevered expression devours me.
“He’s impatient for you, little tease. Do you want to make him wait or give him what he wants?” Nate murmurs in my ear.
My legs press together, needing some sort of friction to ease the need rising in me.
This is all some wild, crazy dream. There’s no way any of this is actually real.
His thick fingers leave my mouth and encircle my neck.
“You…you decide,” I stutter, my breathing too laboured and my thoughts too foggy to make any decisions. This is what I rely on Nate for. He knows what I need and want.
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ROSY
“You’re waiting,” Nate decides. His hand squeezes my throat, and I take that as a sign his words aren’t for me. Thankfully. “Bry, sit on the edge of the bed.”
He strips quickly, all too distracting as he settles on the mattress. Nate guides me forward in between Bry’s legs.
“I know how greedy this filthy pussy is, so she’s getting what she wants today,” he murmurs low in my ear, and I shiver as my skin prickles. “Hands on his thighs.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” Bry pants, dropping back onto his elbows.
His eyes fall shut, and my mouth hovers over his length. It’s hard, the tip shiny with his arousal, and I can’t help but stare, wanting to wrap my mouth around it. Nate slowly walks around to my side, looking breathtaking in only a pair of loose shorts. He smooths his hand up my spine, then fists my hair.
“Noah, you can fill her first,” he grunts. The urge to glance over my shoulder is strong, but I can’t with the grip he has on me.
“Lick,” he orders.
My tongue flicks over Bry’s tip, and fingers appear at my entrance and gently dip inside. I can’t stop the moan at the exploration, and Bry’s length twitches, sliding against my tongue as his pelvis tilts up.
Nate foregoes verbal instructions and pushes down on the back of my head. I open, allowing Bry to slip inside.
“I… This… I’m not going to…last,” Bry pants.
His eyes are hooded, his freckled skin flushed. A hot wave of satisfaction curls through me at the effect I have on him. I may be the one being manoeuvred around, being shared between them, but they desire me just as much as I do them.
Noah’s fingers withdraw, and my hips try to chase him, so desperately empty, but Nate’s hand in my hair stops me. Something hot and blunt nudges at my entrance. Noah enters me painstakingly slowly, and his hands curl around my hips to anchor himself. Or to hold me up. At this point let’s face it, I’m barely hanging on.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Max mutters from my other side.
I’m pinned between Noah and Bry, with Nate holding me steady, so I can’t look to see, but it’s impossible not to feel his heated gaze touching every part of my skin.
Noah slips in the last inch, sinking completely into me. Collectively, we all groan. Bry’s hips thrust up, hitting the back of my throat, and I choke a little. A few tears escape, and my nostrils flare to inhale air.
