They move lower, finding the heat of me.
His fingers are relentless, circling my clit and teasing me until I’m bucking up against his hand.
A chuckle leaves him. “So eager.”
I pull back from Callum, my lips already swollen.
I keep my hand tight around him, stroking up and down his shaft and delighting in how easy it is to make his body jolt.
Grant moves next, nudging Dean to my other side. Grant’s already stripped down to just his t-shirt, a hand wrapped around the hem of the fabric to expose his abs.
His body aligns with mine and with my other hand, I guide him inside me.
His cock fills me with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes us both groan.
Dean’s fingers don’t stop, his touch on my clit is a counterpoint to Grant’s rhythm.
While Callum slips back into my mouth again, his hand takes over pinching my nipple, trapping it between two of his knuckles.
I’m trembling, my body a live wire as each sensation builds my impending orgasm higher.
I reach for Dean, grabbing him closer by the front loop of his jeans. He pops himself free and my hand finds his cock easily.
“Fuck, you are everything, Noelle,” he groans.
Pleasure crests, a tidal wave crashing through me, and I cry out, my voice swallowed by Callum’s cock ramming down my throat.
Grant digs his hands into my hips, lifting me slightly off the floor and into his lap as he pounds into me.
His breath is ragged as he comes, pumping me full until I’m dripping his release and my own slick all over the carpet.
He slips out of me easily, and Dean takes his place.
His cock slides into me with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes my toes curl, and I moan again.
Callum pulls back, his cock spurting out as his release spills all over my chest.
He leans over to grab my jaw in a tight hold, moving my face over to kiss him.
Grant’s hands roam my sides, his touch gentle now, grounding me as Dean’s rhythm quickens.
I’m trembling, my body overwhelmed from their touches as they all merge together.
I cry out again, my orgasm crashing through me and pulling Dean with me as he groans.
He comes hard, his body shuddering against mine.
Callum pulls his mouth off mine, leaving a trail of saliva dangling between us.
I collapse onto the floor, panting heavily.
“Wow,” Dean says.
And I can’t help but agree.
13
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