He sits on the sofa, glass of whiskey in his hand and his deep grey shirt unbuttoned, giving me a look at his rippling chest covered in intricate tattoos. I finally see the continuation of the black lines I saw earlier peeking above the collar.
Asher sits in a chair across from him, nursing a glass of his own and looking equally comfortable. Both watch me withsilent hunger, fires blazing in their eyes, as Cole approaches me.
“You’re the only view I need,” he says.
His lips crash into mine, and everything we’ve kept bottled up until now comes flowing, fizzing, and spreading through my veins like wildfire. His hands roam over my body, touching, squeezing, pinching, and memorizing every inch of me, as he unzips the back of my dress and peels it off.
I steal glances at Asher and Toby. They’re loving the view, sipping their whiskey. I see the thickening bulges in their pants, and I realize they’re hard as rocks as I’m reduced to wearing nothing but my matching lace bra and panties—the latter drenched with arousal.
“I never imagined I’d experience something like this,” I whisper.
“We’ll go slow. Nobody’s rushing us. We’ve got all the time in the world,” Cole replies, kissing me feverishly as I help him out of his shirt.
I let my hands explore the chiseled lines of his torso, silver and black hairs tickling my fingertips as he removes his pants, and they fall to the floor. My body aches for more, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He deepens the kiss, his breathing heavy, as he removes my bra, releasing my breasts, cupping and squeezing them.
His groan sounds in my ear as his hips tilt forward. His gargantuan erection nestles against my belly as I brace myself for what will inevitably come next. With a shy tremor, I reach down and try to wrap my hand around his cock. He’s so hard and thick, I can barely grasp it.
“Come here,” Toby says, his voice low, almosta rumble.
Cole gently nudges me toward the sofa, then hooks his fingers through the satin lace of my panties and pulls them down. They drop to the floor, and I neatly step out of them. Then I’m somehow gently shoved backward, until I’m sitting on the sofa.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan harshly as Cole kneels in front of me and takes my nipple in his mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Willow,” Asher says as he removes his underwear, and I see his erection spring free. He strokes himself, enjoying this show, and it turns me on to the point where I feel that I might lose my mind. “Every inch of you needs to be spoiled.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg Cole as he suckles my right nipple, then moves on to the left, his hands sliding downward. He finds my pussy, hot and slick, and begging for his attention.
He pauses to look at me, embers burning like blue alchemist fires in his eyes. “You were meant for this,” he says, then kisses me again while his fingers slip between my wet folds.
“Right there,” I manage, his thumb circling my clit while his index and middle finger probe my entrance.
I’m driven out of my mind. I’m so hungry and obedient, I’m willing to do anything for a release. I’m on the razor’s edge, tiptoeing toward a shattering orgasm, as Cole trails kisses down my body again.
He tastes every inch of my bare skin, letting his fingers brush gently over the fine stretchmarks that frame my hips before he dives face-first into my pussy. I cry out in sweet agony when his tongue flicks over my clit. His mouth makes sweet love to my flesh, lips closing around the swollen nub. Hesucks it harder and harder, his tongue pressing while his fingers enter me, test me, explore me on a deeper level.
“Let go,” Asher beckons me.
I look at him; he and Toby have their massive cocks in their hands, watching. They were nowhere this turned on during Rita’s performance, and that makes my heart swell as I understand the truth: I’m the star tonight. I’m the object of their desire.
And my total pleasure is their supreme objective.
“You taste like the best kind of addiction,” Cole growls, then finger-fucks me into oblivion. I raise my hips to meet his capable fingers as he goes deep and suckles my clit until, finally, I explode.
I come hard and gushing, panting and heaving, as I ride the wave, as the orgasm crashes through my body and mind, and I hold onto Cole’s powerful shoulders and beg him.
“I need you inside me right now.”
“Right now?” he asks, his lips, glistening with my juices, stretch into a smile.
“Right now, please.”
A split second later, he’s on top of me, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he splits me in half. I hold my breath, stunned by his sheer size—all of him deep inside me, a perfect, maddeningly marvelous fit.
Our eyes lock as Asher and Toby move around to flank me. My hands reach for them, fingers tangled in their black and silver locks, as they each take one nipple in their wet, hot mouths. Their rugged beards tickle. Their teethnibble and send stinging sensations through my torso as Cole fucks me harder, deeper.
“Oh, God,” I manage as my breasts bounce with every thrust, and the twins keep a tight hold. They have me pinned down to the sofa, while Cole pumps me full of him.
Every inch, thick and hard, filling me.
