I nod once.
Kai flips her onto her stomach in a single motion, knees tucked beneath her, ass high, back a gorgeous bow. I bring my palm down across the fullest curve. The crack echoes.
Her skin blooms rose under the red light. Before the sting can fade, Donovan’s mouth is there, soothing with slow licks; Kai’s tongue follows, tracing the heat until she’s sobbing into the sheets.
Again. And again. Ten in total, always precise, until her ass is glowing and she’s shaking so hard the headboard rattles.
On the tenth, I fist her hair, turn her blindfolded face toward me.
“Please,” she whispers, tears soaking the silk. “Grant, please?—”
I flip her onto her back, spread her thighs wide enough that the tendons in her hips stand out. The lace panties are ruined. I tear them away with one sharp rip.
My mouth replaces them.
I taste her like a man starved. Twice, I bring her right to the precipice and pull back. The third time I slide two fingers inside, curl hard, and suck her clit until she’s just about to come apart.
Then I remove my fingers, and Donovan takes my place. My hand settles lightly around her throat, and Kai’s mouth closes over a nipple with just enough teeth to make her arch.
Her pulse hammers beneath my palm.
“Ask,” I growl against her lips.
“Please may I come?—”
“Now.”
She shatters with a scream that tears out of her like it’s being ripped free, a full-body spasm that leaves her limp. I pull the blindfold away, and the sudden flood of red light makes her blink, pupils blown wide. She looks wrecked. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed, tears drying on her temples. Beautiful.
I unclip the silk cuffs from the headboard but leave them knotted around her wrists. A reminder.
Donovan and Kai step back, stroking themselves slowly, eyes locked on her. The sight of all three of us hard and aching for her makes her breath catch again.
I sit against the headboard and drag her into my lap so she faces outward, her back to my chest, thighs spread over mine. My cock nudges her entrance, and I sink into her in one long, unhurried glide. She’s so wet there’s almost no resistance, just heat and slick and the softest whimper when I bottom out.
“Hold her open,” I say.
Donovan and Kai kneel on the bed in front of us. Each hooks a hand beneath one of her knees and pulls her legs wider, exposing every inch of where I’m buried inside her. The stretch makes her gasp.
I start to move. Each thrust lifts her slightly, then lets her sink back down, impaled again. The rhythm is deliberate, maddening.
Kai leans in first. His tongue finds her clit, flicking in perfect counter-time to my thrusts. Donovan’s mouth closes over a nipple, teeth grazing, then soothing with slow pulls of suction. My hand slides up her throat, fingers resting lightly at the hinge of her jaw, thumb stroking the frantic beat of her pulse.
The pleasure builds in layers.
First it’s a low, warm coil low in her belly. I feel it in the way her walls start to flutter again. Then it climbs, tightening, spreading outward until her thighs shake in Donovan’s and Kai’s grip.
I keep the pace steady. Kai’s tongue circles, flattens, circles again. Donovan switches breasts, leaving the first wet andaching for more. My own thrusts grow deeper, nudging that spot that makes her sob my name.
She is climbing, climbing, climbing.
Her head falls back against my shoulder. Tears spill anew.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” I warn, voice rough.
She makes a broken sound, half laugh, half cry.
I nod to Kai. He sucks her clit hard, once, twice. Donovan pinches the nipple he’s been tormenting. “Now,” I command.
