Donovan’s mouth closes over my left nipple, hot and demanding, teeth scraping just hard enough to make me cry outinto Grant’s kiss. Kai takes the right, softer at first, teasing flicks of tongue that turn into long, lazy pulls until I’m arching off the mattress.
Grant breaks the kiss only to watch his sons work. “That’s it,” he says, voice rough. “Let them taste you.”
Kai’s hand slides down my stomach, fingers hooking the lace. He drags my panties off in one smooth motion and spreads my thighs wide. Cool air hits wet skin, and I whimper. He blows a cool stream across my clit just to watch me jerk.
Then Donovan moves lower, replacing Kai’s fingers with his tongue in one decisive lick. Long, flat, merciless. Kai shifts up to suck my nipple again, timing his pulls with Donovan’s strokes so every nerve lights up at once.
I’m drowning. Grant’s mouth is back on mine, swallowing every moan, every broken plea. His hand cups my jaw, grounding me while the other two unravel me completely.
Donovan curls his tongue around my clit in tight, perfect circles. Kai bites down gently on my nipple at the exact same second, and I come apart.
The orgasm slams through me so hard my vision whites out. I scream into Grant’s mouth, hips bucking against Donovan’s face, thighs clamping around his head. He doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and oversensitive and begging in breathless sobs.
They give me maybe ten seconds to breathe.
Then Kai’s hands are on my hips, flipping me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing. He pulls me up to my knees, chest still pressed to the sheets.
“Count for me, gorgeous,” he says, voice playful and dark.
His palm lands on my ass.
“One,” I gasp, laughing and moaning at the same time.
Another.
“Two—fuck—Kai?—”
By five I’m dripping down my thighs. He spreads me open from behind and drags his tongue from my clit to my entrance in one filthy stroke. I bury my face in the sheets and scream.
Grant kneels in front of me, cock heavy and leaking. He threads fingers through my hair and guides me down. I take him deep, hollowing my cheeks, tasting salt and him. Kai eats me from behind like he’s starving, tongue fucking into me, nose pressed against my clit. Donovan’s hand reaches underneath, rolling my nipple between his fingers in time with every thrust of Kai’s tongue.
The second orgasm builds slower, deeper, coiling low in my belly until I’m shaking so hard Grant has to hold my head steady. When it hits, it rolls through me in endless waves. I moan around Grant’s cock, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, body locked in pleasure so intense it almost hurts.
Kai licks me through every aftershock until I collapse forward, cheek against Grant’s thigh, panting like I’ve run ten miles.
I barely register being flipped again, but suddenly Donovan is between my thighs, spreading me so wide my muscles burn. His eyes lock on mine. “Hold her open,” he says.
Grant and Kai each hook a hand under a knee and pull my legs back until I’m completely exposed. Donovan lines up and drives into me in one brutal thrust.
I scream. He’s thicker than I remember, stretching me to the edge of too much. He doesn’t pause. Just sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, the headboard slamming against the wall.
Grant kisses the tears sliding down my temples. Kai leans in and sucks a mark high on my inner thigh, teeth grazing dangerously close to where Donovan is pounding into me.
Every thrust shoves me up the bed. Every withdrawal leaves me empty and aching for the next. Donovan’s hand finds my clit, rubbing hard, fast circles that match his pace.
“Come again,” he growls. “I want to feel you break on my cock.”
There’s no fighting it. The third orgasm rips through me like lightning. I scream his name, back bowing off the bed, pussy clenching so hard around him that he groans like he’s in pain.
And still they don’t stop.
I’m still shaking from the third orgasm when Donovan pulls out, leaving me clenching around nothing.
Grant moves first. He lies back against the pillows and pulls me on top of him like I’m weightless. His cock nudges my entrance and I sink down slowly, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. The stretch is perfect, familiar, home.
I start to rock, but he stills my hips.
“Easy,” he murmurs. “We’re just getting started.”
