Nathaniel pinches one of my nipples, twisting just hard enough to make me gasp. His fingers roll and squeeze and rub.
“Does it excite you, Skye?” he murmurs against my ear. “Being with us all at once?”
I can’t answer with words. Not with Talon’s fingers circling my clit, Cassian’s cock heavy in my hand, and Nathaniel’s mouth sucking bruises into my throat. A whimper slips out, needy, broken.
“That’s a yes,” Cassian snarls, pushing my hand harder along his length.
Talon guides me backward toward the shower, his mouth sealing over mine while Nathaniel crouches to strip off my socks.
When I step under the running water and they close in around me, there’s no going back.
Conducting a foursome in a communal-style shower while trying to have every hole filled at once is… easier said than done.
For one, there’s the tile—slippery, cracked, and definitely not built for this kind of operation. For another, there’s me. One body. Three holes. Two on the same horizontal plane, one—my mouth—in a completely different time zone.
Logistics are a bitch.
But apparently, logistics are the last thing on my men’s minds.
Nathaniel solves the tile problem first. He drags the bench beneath the stream and sits, long legs braced wide, back against the wall. Then he pulls me into his lap. His cock is already hard against my ass, the cool brush of his piercings a shock against my skin.
The touch feeds something starved inside me.
He’s always been the untouchable one. He’s been watching from the sidelines, but the stars never quite aligned for us. But now he’s beneath me, twisting my head until I meet his gaze. Those piercing blue eyes say I’m the only girl in the world.
“Here,” he murmurs against my ear. “We want you nice and comfortable.”
Such gentle words. Such wicked intent.
Talon crouches low in front of us.
“Perfect little throne,” he says, tracing two fingers up the inside of my thigh until they slide through my folds. I think he brushes them against Nathaniel’s cock to get them there. He has to. “Move her to the edge, Nathaniel. We’ll all need access.”
Nathaniel obeys. His hands tighten on my hips, sliding me forward until my ass barely clings to the wood. Water runs down my shoulders as my back arches, legs opening wider. I’m perched on the edge now, caught between them.
Talon spreads my legs so wide it almost hurts. Then he hooks one over his hip, plants a foot forward, and suddenly my pussy is level with his cock. Nathaniel is right behind me, his hand slipping beneath my ass until I’m half sitting, half suspended in his hold. His cock nudges against my ass.
I don’t even have time to catch my breath before Cassian moves in. One hand fists my hair, tipping my head back until I’m forced to look up at him.
He’s ready. The blunt head of his cock hovers just in front of my lips.
My stomach flips.
“Comfortable?” Nathaniel murmurs in my ear, velvet-voiced.
Am I? We haven’t even started, and already my body feels stretched to its limits. He knows it. His question is meant to tease me, I realize.
And what can I say? I like it. There’s something delicious about being at their mercy like this.
“Uh-uh,” I manage.
“Good girl.”
Everything about me clenches at the praise.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” Talon murmurs. “I’m going to slide in now, okay?”
Without waiting for an answer, he grips my thighs and pushes forward. The first stretch knocks the air out of me; my nails dig into Nathaniel’s thighs beneath me.
