She could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the heady mix of his cologne and arousal. Her tongue darted out, tasting the salt on his skin.
Asher groaned low in his throat. "You're incredible," he murmured, voice rough with emotion.
Evie relaxed her jaw, taking him in eagerly. The familiar weight on her tongue, the musky scent filling her senses; it heightened all the other sensations coursing through her body.
She moaned around him as Gabe and Shepherd began to move in earnest, their cocks sliding in and out of her in a slow, deep rhythm. The dual sensations of fullness and stretching pleasure-pain left her reeling.
Evie's world narrowed to pure sensation - the slide of Asher’s cock as she took him deeper into her mouth. The way his fingers tangled in her hair to support and guide her movements.
Overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume her - Gabe and Shepherd moving inside her, stretching her impossibly full, while Asher's velvety hardness slid across her tongue.
At first, she struggled to focus, to give each man equal attention, but then she realized she didn’t need to. All she needed was to be here for them, to be the vessel of their pleasure. To give herself over to their ministrations.
Her body trembled, muscles clenching and releasing as waves of pleasure washed over her. She felt cherished, desired, and worshipped by these three incredible men.
Gabe's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she rocked between them. Shepherd's fingers dug into her flesh, his breath hot against her neck. Asher cupped her face tenderly, his touch a stark contrast to the primal rhythm of their joined bodies.
Heat coiled low in Evie's belly, building with each thrust. She was so close, teetering on the edge of bliss with the intoxicating scent of arousal hanging heavy in the air.
Evie felt herself racing towards the edge of ecstasy, her entire body trembled with need, preparing to throw itself off the precipice and free-fall, headlong, into that yawning chasm of bliss. The sensations were almost too much now. Gabe and Shepherd moved inside her in perfect synchronicity, stretching her impossibly full, while Asher filled her mouth.
Her muscles clenched and released of their own accord, drawing groans from the men surrounding her.
“Fuck! You’re so goddamned perfect.”
“Pretty sure this is as close to heaven as I ‘ve ever been.”
“Give us everything, sweetheart, and take us with you.”
She didn’t have the bandwidth to work out who said what. It didn’t matter. Just the weight of the sentiment from each and every one of them was enough to launch her over the edge. Knowing she, a pleasantly plump, single mom, about to turn thirty, living with her parents, had brought them to this spectacular peak gave Evie the wings to soar.
The plummet took voice, and she screamed her pleasure, unable to keep it inside.
Evie's climax crashed over her in waves, her entire body convulsing with pleasure. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Gabe and Shepherd as she rode out theintense sensations. Asher withdrew, momentarily, from her mouth, allowing her cries of ecstasy to fill the room and enabling her to suck in much-needed drafts of breath.
The men grunted and groaned as they let themselves go, but it was nothing like the perfunctory, cautious finishes Evie had known before. There was nothing contained or polite about it. The world narrowed to the sharp snap of Gabe's hips, the guttural, wordless cry wrenched from deep in Shepherd's chest, the desperate whimper that escaped Asher as he bucked forward. Each of them surrendered to her, unravelling in their own way.
Shepherd's hands bruised her hips as he emptied himself inside her, chasing his own breaking point; Gabe pressed her down hard, grinding deep as his body pulsed in hot, heavy waves, his lips shuddering out her name; Asher, already trembling, lost control and filled her mouth, his taste familiar and shockingly intimate as they rode her through the aftermath of the most powerful climax.
Evie wanted to collapse, to let her bones dissolve and drift in the haze of afterglow, but the men caught her before she could fall. A tangle of arms, three different heartbeats pounding wild against her skin.
Shepherd's grip was sure and grounding, Asher's hands featherlight as he stroked her hair from her damp forehead, while Gabe anchored her body to his with a possessiveness that sent a final, quivering aftershock through her. There were no perfunctory pecks on the lips before they rolled over and started snoring. They held her steady as she trembled between them, murmuring words of praise and adoration. Evie's mind went blank, overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm and the feeling of being so thoroughly possessed by these three men.
As the aftershocks began to subside, she became aware of their ragged breathing and felt a surge of feminine pride,knowing she had brought them to the same pinnacle of devastating desire as they had her.
Her body was lethargic, her eyes heavy. Evie was only dimly aware of the bed moving as her men - because yes, theywereher men - withdrew and took care of her. Cleaning her with a damp cloth, tucking her under the covers, crooning soft words.
Then, cocooned between hard muscle and soft skin, she slept better and longer than she had in years.
Chapter
Twenty
EVIE
It was the hammering at the door that woke Evie up. What the snickerdoodle?
She pried open an eyelid, then shot up in bed when she realized it was past ten o’clock. She never slept this late. Not even on a Sunday.
