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No words were spoken, but the air was ripe with sex and anticipation as we sped through the wooded front entrance and up the point to the garage.
Flynn opened the door first, the chill in the air immediately pebbling my naked skin. He stumbled out, his linen pants still undone and his boxer briefs tucked under his sac. But he stopped to open the door for Tristan while holding his pants up by the belt loops. We slipped out, and while they worried over the leather in the Maserati, I strutted up the marble stairs to the entry foyer. I’d had nowhere near enough, and before I did anything else, I wanted their attention on me.
The round table was the first thing I saw in the foyer. There was a vase filled with white tulips in its centre, but it was the perfect height. Before the boys could come up the stairs, I shifted the vase and rested my arse on it.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The marble was like a block of ice. Gooseflesh broke out over every inch of my body, and I shivered, the cold passing through me like a shock wave.
I hissed.
I panted and tried to summon up the courage to lie back. But pressing more of my flesh against the centre of a glacier was going to take a little more persuasion.
Voices in the stairwell had me taking the proverbial plunge, falling back in the way you do when ripping off a Band-Aid—all at once.
Draping myself artfully over the table was easier said than done. I shook my hands and wiggled my toes, clenching my jaw tight and shivering. Waiting for the marble to warm under me took an age. Why the fuck wasn’t the entry table made out of carved timber? Hell, at this point, even literal ice would have been warmer.
At least it was the perfect size—long enough that my butt was hanging off it when I rested my head on it, but shimmying up a little, I managed a comfortable spot. I lifted my arm and bent my knee, giving them an enticing peek at the goods. The marble did wonders for my tits, my nipples peaking hard.
Ezra rounded the corner and stopped at the doorway, watching me with a smirk. Tristan was there a moment later, resting his elbow on Ezra’s shoulder and holding Flynn’s hand.
“Not done yet?” Ezra asked.
“Not even close.” I beckoned them closer with a curl of my finger. “Get your sexy arses over here and fuck me.” I slipped my fingers down my belly and rubbed my clit, widening my thighs to show them just how wet I was.
Ezra peeled off his jacket and dropped it on the floor, and the others followed suit. Clothes were shed everywhere, and it was like a buffet. I didn’t know where to look or where to touch. Good thing I didn’t have to choose. I could have them all.
And I would.
Each patch of naked skin revealed somewhere I wanted to lick, to bite, or to kiss. I rubbed my legs together, needing friction, my own fingers not thick enough to quell the unquenched fire smouldering inside me.
Licking my lips, I focused on the one closest to me—Flynn. His innocent looks were deceiving. Golden curls and smooth chest with a wide smile made him look like a golden retriever. But his hardening cock revealed the secret deviant underneath. Those piercings were made for Tristan and me—to rub us both in all the right places. He stroked himself, his hand so sure and confident, and I bit back a moan. It was easy to forget his inexperience. He’d only ever been with us. He’d waited, saved himself for me. I wanted to give him everything. My whole heart. And he had it. All my men did.
Ezra stalked closer, coming around my other side. His gaze was fixed on my tits, and I flicked my thumb over my nipple, my cunt spasming as sensation shot straight down to my clit.
He kicked his pants, underwear, and socks off, leaving himself naked for my viewing pleasure. With all that golden skin on display, I wanted to lick him. I reached for both Flynn and Ezra, my hand closing around both their cocks. I moaned, their hardness such a turn-on. I pumped them, gliding my fist down their lengths, and revelled in the power I held over them. There I was, lying naked and exposed while they were hovering over me, and yet I was the one to cause the catch in their breaths. I was the one who could offer them my body, to take and use as they wanted, to fuck whatever hole they wanted in whatever way they chose.
I knew I’d get orgasms out of it. They were experts at that, but it wasn’t my real reward. No, it was their cum. The way they lost their control and pumped me full of it until I was overflowing. I loved how it dripped down my legs and lubed my arse so that they could fuck me again and again. I was wet and aching. I needed to be filled.
Spreading my legs wide, I offered myself to Tristan standing at the foot of the table and groaned when he licked his lips and stroked himself, his eyes fixed on my cunt and arsehole.
Ezra ran his finger between my tits, instantly making me shiver. “I wanna fuck these gorgeous boobs tonight. Give you a sexy-as-fuck pearl necklace.”
Tristan hummed and stepped closer, squeezing my arse hard enough to leave a bruise. He brushed his fingertip over my hole, and I cried out, “Yes, please.”
“Mmm, your mouth or your sweet pussy?” Flynn debated. “Which to choose?”
“My cunt,” I begged. “I need you stretching me.”
“You’ll have a free hole,” Flynn murmured, leaning down to kiss me on the corner of my mouth.
It was a tease, not even a taste, but I was so worked up that it was like a lifeline. A breath of fresh air to a person drowning.
“Get Ry to help. Need you to fill me up,” I begged.
“We need lube,” Tristan mused, and Flynn smirked, dropping to his knees. Tristan groaned and gripped Flynn’s hair as he pumped his hips into Flynn’s willing mouth.
I widened my legs and lifted my head, needing to see more.
