My second climax comes roaring to a peak, and this time I really do go limp. Evan and Noah catch me, carefully maneuvering me onto the couch. I sink into the cushion, gazing at them.
“I want,” I pant, “I want to touch you. All of you. You can’t just spend all night givingmeorgasms.”
“Now that’s an idea,” muses Hale, but then he looks to Evan and Noah to say, “Logistically, I think we should take this to the bedroom.”
“True,” Noah agrees. He lifts me into his arms, following Hale as he stalks down the hallway. Evan brings up the rear, winking at me when I look at him over Noah’s shoulder.
Hale’s bedroom is much like the rest of the apartment, but without the twinkling candles. Instead, he flicks on a lamp that casts the space in a dim golden glow. Noah sets me down on my feet, and I realize that I’ve lost my heels somewhere along the way.
Oh well.
Hale takes my hand, leading me to the large bed. “I’m going to fuck you first, baby. Is that okay with you?”
It’s only fair, I try to say.After all, you’re the only one who hasn’t gotten the chance to yet.
Instead, I gasp, “Yes, please.”
He nods his chin at the mattress. “Wait for me on all fours, then. With your head at the end of the mattress.”
I give him a quizzical look, but he only chuckles and presses an oddly chaste kiss to my lips. Figuring I’ll find out soon enough what comes next, I scramble onto the bed and rest on my hands and knees while they quickly do away with their clothing. I don’t know who to watch, too mesmerized by how insanely beautiful they all are.
And then Hale climbs onto the mattress behind me, up near the headboard. I arch my spine in anticipation, my vision blurring as he prods my entrance. Evan and Noah hover nearby, gazes roaming from my face to my body as Hale slowly sinks into me.
I moan, dropping onto my elbows and pressing my face into the duvet as he sets a slow but ruthless rhythm, snapping his hips with each thrust.
“I fucking love the sounds she makes,” Evan whispers, reaching out to brush my tangled hair off my face.
I grab for him, craving more.
“Tell him what you want from him,” Hale groans to me.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say to Evan.
“As you wish,” he answers.
Hale’s movements become more gentle as Evan stands at the foot of the bed, his hips meeting my face as I lift my upper body back onto my palms. He guides himself past my lips, then cradles my head as Hale’s motions provide a smooth pace for both of them. I swirl my tongue, relishing the salty taste of him.
But there’s still someone missing.
With my lips pouting around Evan’s cock, I can’t use my words, but Noah understands what I want when I make eye contact with him. He comes forward, coming to sit on the mattress beside me. Balancing on one hand, I reach for him and start stroking.
It shouldn’t be easy, but it all comes together like a strange symphony. I barely have to think about it. It’s like we’re allspeaking a language that only we know, moving like a perfectly synchronized tangle of limbs.
Evan is diligent about not choking me, matching Hale’s pace even when he gets close to his own climax and loses himself in the bliss of the moment. Meanwhile, as I’m jerking off Noah, he’s attentive to my body, fondling my breasts and then sliding one hand all the way down to my clit to add more stimulation to Hale’s thrusts.
Evan is the first to unravel, spilling onto my tongue and lips. Then, when Noah’s fingertips touch me just right, I’m the next to go. My third orgasm leaves me moaning embarrassingly loud, and it also causes Hale to increase the rhythm. He pulls me up off the mattress, resting back on his heels so I’m one again in his lap, trapped as he thrusts up into me. The other two watch with rapt, unapologetic attention as my breasts bounce with the action.
When Hale comes, I’m surprised by a fourth climax of my own.
But I haven’t forgotten my golden boy, so when Hale pulls out of me, I reach for Noah and roll onto my back, coaxing him between my thighs. He groans, sinking deep even with Hale still seeping out of me, and the mattress creaks as I cling to him and ride out the punishing tempo of his thrusts.
When Noah finishes, I lay there like a puddle of womanly goo in the center of the mattress and stare up at all three of them.
Hale smiles. “Does that answer your question?”
“My…?” I blink at him, remembering the very brief conversation that none of us were patient enough to finish. “Yes. Yes, I think I understand.”
“Good.” He exchanges a smirk with the others before looking back down at me. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, beautiful.”
