“And then we could…”
Carter stopped, halfway through his sentence and sighed.
“Now?”
Bodie laughed and pulled the blanket away. The sight of me with my legs spread and Bodie’s fingers buried deep inside me was all Carter needed to abandon his presentation.
“Which one of you is going first?” Bodie asked.
He withdrew his hand, and placed his fingers against my lips. It felt so fucking hot to take them in my mouth and gently suck them clean. I did it as Carter and Sawyer looked on, being sure to make tons of eye contact with them. I chuckled as I saw their eyes lose focus; each getting lost in his own filthy thoughts.
I sighed happily and squirmed backward, into Bodie. I could feel the knot of his hardness pressing into the small of my back, swelling in anticipation of what came next.
“As you can see,” Bodie sighed, rolling my shirt up over my swollen breasts. “She’s more than ready.”’
EPILOGUE II
(You didn’t think I’d leave you hanging, did you?)
HAYDEN
Sawyer’s searching tongue drove even deeper, his lips buzzing around my swollen, throbbing clit. In the flickering firelight my hands rolled further into that thick, luxurious hair. I was on the verge now, the very edge. He’d kept me there longer than Carter had, maybe because he was enjoying himself so much.
If he didn’t stop soon, I might actually drown him.
FUCK.
My eyes slowly closed, as I focused on exploding around him. His mouth was so much different than Carter’s. His technique was brute force, whereas Carter had more finesse, more delicious angles of attack. He’d already made me come so hard that my thighs hurt from squeezing against the sides of his head. I’m sure the back of his neck hurt too, from all my uncontrolled clawing as I struggled to bring him even deeper inside me.
As hard as Sawyer went with his talented mouth, he managed to reach all the right places. It was like he was right there inside my head, coaching himself, willing himself to make perfect transitions. He knew when to push, when to drive deeper, and when to back off. He was also incredible at timing that mouth with his amazing fingers, which at the moment, were just what I needed to reach my goal.
Yessssssss…
I came, thrashing wildly, grinding hard against his beautiful face. Sawyer had both hands firmly planted on the globes of my ass. He used them to keep his tongue planted right on my button, never letting up, allowing me to control the friction. It was all I needed to bring myself off, his hand trapped between my legs as I screamed and pulsed, again and again, around those wonderfully thick fingers.
It was heaven, being devoured by them. The skimpier I dressed, the more often I was thrown down and consumed like some decedent dessert. I learned to love it so much I swiftly got addicted to it, and wanted it all the time. Sometimes, while watching TV, I’d roll my panties down when one or more of them wasn’t looking. I press them into my nearest boyfriend’s hand — or sometimes, even his mouth — and it wouldn’t be long before I was on my back, thighs pushed apart, sighing happily as they inhaled me.
Bodie was slowly kneading my breasts, his thumbs rolling circles around my nipples as I returned to planet earth. He’d held me the whole time, and continued to hold me as Sawyer guided his thickness between my legs. I was still trembling from my latest climax when he pushed inside. Together, we watched, in a lust-fueled daze, as he sank all the way into me.
“Holy fuck...”
Sawyer’s lips moved, but I don’t think he knew he was even speaking. He was too lost in the moment, enjoying that sweet feeling of burying himself all the way to the hilt. He began pumping me deep, and Carter moved to my side. He began kissing one side of my neck, while Bodie dropped his chin and pressed his lips to the other.
Unreal.
That was the only way to describe it. Over my dinner dates with Amy, I’d tried many times. Our friendship had finally grown strong again, after long months of healing. And while it might never be the same as it once was, I valued her insight, and treasured the sisterly bond we still shared.
Still, there was no way to convey the level of goosebumps you felt when two men were kissing you at once, up and down your neck, or passing your lips back and forth between them. Especially while a third man, slowly fucking you the entire time, pushes your legs over his shoulders to get an even deeper angle.
I spent the next several minutes wallowing in ecstasy, congratulating myself for my life’s choices, and thanking God I’d picked the right bar to flee into. In a way, Cole had been responsible for delivering me into the arms of the three men I loved more than anything in the world. I counted it as the one amazing thing he actually did right, other than choose to disappear completely, and never involve himself in our lives again.
I rolled back against him as I took Sawyer’s load, smiling evilly at the look of pure rapture in his handsome face as he filled me from within. Carter continued kissing me for another agonizing minute, leaving my pussy tantalizingly empty, before climbing up on the couch and shoving himself home. I counted my blessings some more, as the boys rocked me back and forth between them. Bodie had shimmied out of whatever he’d been wearing, and began feeding me the front half of his rock-hard erection over my shoulder, while still holding me in his lap.
I loved these men; equally, unconditionally, and without reservation. It never once occurred to me that I couldn’t have all three of them. Not after they told me they loved me back, andintended upon sharing me — and whatever beautiful future the four of us built — together, as one.
“Tell us you’re going to marry us…”
Bodie murmured the words into my ear, straining forward so I could keep blowing him. It made me so hot, I popped him from my mouth for a breathless:
