We're so lost in each other that I don't hear the door open, don't realize we're no longer alone until Tristan clears his throat. Julian and I break apart, both turning toward the doorway where Tristan and Alex stand, watching us.
"Don't stop on our account," Tristan says, his voice low.
Alex's expression is more complex—desire mixed with something that might be hesitation or possessiveness. I’ve been with Tristan and Julian plenty of times now, but never all four of us together at once.
I look at Alex, then extend my hand toward him. "Come here," I say softly. “Both of you.”
Alex moves to the bed, sitting on the edge near my head. Tristan approaches too, standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with want.
"I'm not sure..." Alex begins, the admission of uncertainty rare from him.
I reach up to touch his arm. "Do whatever you’re comfortable with."
Julian shifts to make room, watching as I guide Alex down for a kiss. His large hand cradles my face and my body arches toward him instinctively.
"I want all of you," I say simply. "Together."
Those words break whatever remaining resistance Alex has. He nods once, his decision made.
What follows is a symphony of touch and taste and pleasure. They strip me down and lay me out on the bed again.
Julian caresses my breasts, circling the nipples and squeezing gently, while Tristan moves between my legs, slowly rubbing my clit in circles.
Alex watches for a moment before joining, his lips finding my neck, my ear, whispering dirty talk that makes me moan and reach out for his already hard cock.
He unzips his pants and brings his cock to my waiting mouth, moaning when I take him as deep as I can.
Julian’s mouth is now on my nipples, licking and sucking. Tristan spreads my legs wide and slowly licks up and down my pussy before he takes my clit in his mouth and hums.
I thought sex with two men was beyond good but this—this—I can barely stand how fucking good it is.
As Alex fucks my mouth and watches his friends devour me, I feel my orgasm coming on. The feeling is so delicious, and I don’t ever want it to end.
But I can’t hold back. My hips buck as I push against Tristan’s mouth. And, just like that, I come so hard that my body shakes uncontrollably.
After the shaking subsides, the men switch positions and Alex enters me first, his movements controlled at first despite the fire in his eyes. He barely pushes into me and then stops.
“You’re such a good girl. Can you take all of me, baby?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”
Alex pushes in with one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I gasp at how good it feels, and I feel myself clench around him.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans, holding still for a moment, his eyes locked with mine.
Then he begins to move, each stroke deliberate and deep. His rhythm starts slow, almost torturous in its restraint. I can feel every inch of him as he pulls back and pushes in again, my body welcoming him each time.
"That's it," he murmurs, his voice dropping lower. "Take all of me."
I feel Julian's hands in my hair, stroking gently, while Tristan watches from beside us. The knowledge that they're all here, all witnessing this, only heightens my pleasure.
Alex gradually increases his pace, his control slipping as his thrusts become more urgent. His hands grip my hips, angling me perfectly so he hits that spot inside me every fucking time.
"You take my cock so well," he growls, his voice rough with pleasure. "Nobody else. Just you."
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. I've always loved his dirty talk, the way he combines filth with praise in a way that makes me feel both worshipped and deliciously used.
"Harder," I beg, practically whining with need.
