“That’s one,” Jesse says against my skin, grinning like he’s keeping score.
“One’s enough,” I pant.
“Liar,” Boone says, replacing his tongue with his fingers. “You can do better than that.”
“I’ll die.”
“You’ll be fine,” Wyatt assures me, his hand tangling in my hair. “We’ll make sure of it.”
When I come the second time, it’s with Jesse’s fingers inside me, Wyatt’s mouth on my breast, and Boone kissing me through it all, swallowing my cries and tasting my pleasure.
“Need someone inside me,” I gasp. “Now.”
“Demanding,” Wyatt observes, but he’s already reaching for the bedside drawer.
“You have no idea,” I tell him, pushing Boone onto his back and climbing on top of him. “Condom?”
He holds one up, already tearing it open. “Prepared.”
I sink down onto him in one smooth motion, both of us groaning at the sensation. He fills me perfectly, stretching me just on the edge of too much in the best way.
“Fuck, Callie,” he breathes, his hands gripping my hips.
“That’s the plan,” I agree, starting to move.
I ride him hard, chasing my own pleasure with zero shame. Jesse moves behind me, his hands joining Boone’s on my hips, guiding my rhythm.
“You look incredible like this,” he tells me, his cock pressing against my lower back.
“I always take what I want,” I manage between gasps.
“Good,” Wyatt says, kneeling beside us. “Take this too.”
I lean forward to take him in my mouth while still riding Boone, and the angle change makes Boone hit something inside me that has me moaning around Wyatt’s cock.
“Christ,” Wyatt grits out, his hand tangling in my hair, not forcing, just guiding.
It’s messy and uncoordinated and absolutely perfect. When my third orgasm hits, I have to pull off Wyatt to breathe through it, my whole body shaking as Boone continues thrusting up into me.
“My turn,” Jesse declares the moment I can think again.
They rearrange me onto my hands and knees with Jesse behind me, and this angle is different, deeper. He pushes in without preamble, setting a pace that has me grabbing the headboard for leverage.
“Harder,” I demand.
“Greedy.”
“You love it.”
“I really fucking do,” he admits, his hips snapping against me with enough force to make the bed frame protest.
Wyatt slides underneath me, his mouth finding my clit while Jesse fucks me from behind, and the dual sensation is almost too much. I’m oversensitive from three orgasms, every nerve ending firing at once.
“Can’t,” I gasp. “Too much?—”
“You can,” Wyatt insists against me. “One more.”
“It’s too much.”
