I work her with my mouth and tongue, learning what makes her writhe, what makes her moan my name. When I push my tongue inside her, tasting her more deeply, feeling her inner walls clench around it, she sobs with pleasure.
"River, please—I'm going to?—"
"Then come," I say against her. "Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste you."
I focus on her clit again, licking and sucking, and within seconds she shatters. Her thighs clamp around my head, whole body going rigid as the orgasm crashes through her. I work her through it, lapping up the fresh flood of slick, savoring every drop.
When she finally goes limp, gasping for breath, I press one more kiss to her inner thigh before moving up her body.
"Better?" I ask, even though I can smell the answer—satisfaction blooming through her scent, that desperate edge softened slightly.
"Yes," she breathes. "But I still need?—"
"I know what you need." I move up her body, settling beside her. "But this time, we're all going to take care of you together."
Her eyes widen. "All of you?"
"All of us." Grayson's already moving closer, his hand sliding down her side. "That okay?"
She nods frantically. "Yes. Please. Need—need all of you."
Grayson positions himself on her other side, his hands mapping her body—her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. Seth moves closer too, hesitant but clearly wanting to help.
"Come here," I tell her, guiding her to straddle my hips. "We'll start like this."
She positions herself over me, and I can feel her slick coating my cock as she grinds against me. Desperate. Needy.
"Easy," I soothe, gripping her hips. "Let me?—"
I position myself at her entrance and she sinks down immediately, taking me deep in one movement. We both groan at the sensation.
"That's it," I encourage. "Take what you need."
Grayson's hands are on her from behind, steadying her, his fingers trailing up her spine. "So beautiful like this. Look at you taking River's cock."
Seth's moved to her side, and after a moment of hesitation, his hand finds her breast. Gentle. Careful. She gasps at the additional touch.
"Good?" I ask, watching her face.
"Yes—so good—all of you—" She's trying to move but she's overwhelmed by sensation. Three sets of hands on her, my cock inside her, their scents surrounding her.
"Let us help," Grayson murmurs. His hands grip her hips with mine, helping guide her movements. Up and down, finding a rhythm.
Seth's getting bolder, his other hand sliding down to where she and I are joined, feeling where my cock disappears into her. The touch makes her whimper.
"Feel that?" I ask Seth. "Feel how stretched she is around me? How much slick she's making?"
"Yeah," Seth breathes, wonder in his voice. His fingers brush against her clit experimentally and she cries out.
"There," I tell him. "Keep touching her there. Gentle circles."
He does, and Bea's inner walls clench around me. "Oh god—River—Seth?—"
"We've got you," Grayson says, his lips against her shoulder. "All three of us. Let go. Let us take care of you."
Between the three of us, we work her higher. Grayson controlling her pace from behind, Seth's fingers on her clit, my cock buried deep inside her. She's shaking, gasping, overwhelmed by all the sensation.
"That's perfect," I groan. "You're taking it so well. Taking all of us. So good for your pack."
