“Fuck, look at her,” Ryder growls. “So fucking perfect.”
I blink through the aftershocks, my vision clearing. It takes a moment. My head lolls over to the side, and I catch sight of Wyatt’s hand wrapped around himself, pants unzipped, stroking his long, hard cock as he watches me. The hunger on his face pulls me toward him. I shift onto my knees and crawl over, wrapping my hand around his girth and then taking him in my mouth. He groans, one hand brushing my hair back as I work him deeper, savoring his taste, the way his hard length twitches beneath my tongue.
I hear the sound of zippers, the rustle of clothes. Behind me, I feel Ryder’s hands at my hips, his body pressed close. He’s undressed, skin hot against mine, and he guides me until I’m bent over, ass up, my mouth still on Wyatt. Ryder runs his palm over the curve of my back, then lines himself up and pushes into me in one deep stroke. I moan around Wyatt’s cock, and Ryder’s grip tightens at my waist. I feel Damian’s fingers tangle in my hair. Jake groans.
Ryder sets a rhythm that rocks me forward on Wyatt’s cock with every thrust, and soon we’re moving in tandem, my mouth in time to Ryder’s pace. At first I almost don’t hear Wyatt’s low praise, his voice hot and ragged as I suck him, words coming out in a low, broken stream as he fights for control.
The pleasure builds as Ryder’s cock strokes inside of me. I can feel myself tightening around him. I’m close. I whimper, and Wyatt’s hips jerk up into my mouth. My orgasm takes me by surprise, pleasure crashing through me as I cry out, muffled, Wyatt’s cock filling my mouth. He comes with a guttural sound, and Ryder’s movements turn punishing as he chases his own release, slamming deep until he shudders and spills inside me.
I collapse forward, catching my breath, Wyatt’s fingers stroking my cheek. Ryder leans over, kissing my spine, and lets his weight settle over me for a moment before gently pulling out.
Hands help me up, guide me to the center of the couch as positions shift. Jake sits, his cock flushed and needy, and I climb onto his lap, straddling him. He grins up at me, hands at my hips, and I sink down onto him with a gasp. He moves slowly, groaning with pleasure. “Fuck, Max, you’re a mess,” he whispers, voice husky, as Ryder’s cum eases his passage. “God, I love it.”
Damian moves behind me, palms gliding up my back, then down again, kneading my hips and ass. I can feel his arousal, the heat of his body pressed close, but he doesn’t rush. His touch lingers as he presses gentle kisses along my spine. One hand slides forward, splaying low on my belly, steadying me as I ride Jake in slow, rocking circles.
“I want to fuck you at the same time,” he whispers in my ear, his breath warm.
A shiver runs through me. The idea of them both inside me, of being completely filled, leaves me throbbing. My whole body lights up at the thought, need pulsing low and deep.
He brushes my hair aside, his voice rough with tenderness. “You want that, princess? Want both of us at once?”
I nod, dizzy with want. “Yes,” I breathe. “Yes.”
I feel Damian reach away, hear the click of a plastic lid being snapped open, and then he’s teasing between my cheeks with fingers coated thickly with lube, working me open with practiced care. I relax into his hands, letting my head fall forward against Jake’s shoulder. He takes his time, circling and pressing, making sure I’m ready, giving me every second I need to get used to the feel of his finger exploring me.
He kisses the back of my neck, and with another gentle press of his hand, I arch my hips, giving him better access. When he’s certain I’m ready, Damian pushes in slowly, easing his cock past that first tight resistance. The pain burns, and we all freeze as I catch my breath and adjust. After a minute, Damian starts to push again, slowly. Jake waits, I breathe through it, and the pain melts into pleasure.
Jake groans, voice thick with awe, hands gripping my thighs as both men fill me completely. Damian’s hands find my hips, holding me steady, and once he’s fully sheathed, he pauses. Only when I start to move again, rolling my hips in invitation, does he begin to thrust, slow and deep, sending electric sparks through my whole body.
Soon we’re finding our rhythm. The two of them move together, Jake thrusting up, Damian grinding in, the feeling almost more than I can take.
The world dissolves into heat and sensation. My orgasm builds, blooming out from my center, and when it crashes over me I sob, shattering, as I clench tight around both of them. Jake comes first, hips jerking up, voice cracking as he cries out. Then Damian buries himself deep, groaning against my back as he loses control, slowing as he empties himself, hands anchoring me, breath hot on my skin.
When they finally ease out, I collapse forward against Jake’s chest, his arms wrapping around me as we both catch our breath. Damian presses a lingering kiss to my shoulder, his hands gentle as he strokes my spine. I’m trembling, boneless and glowing. Jake gently helps me shift, pulling me into his lap for a moment before letting me settle back on the couch.
Ryder’s presence is a gravity all its own. He moves closer, dark eyes burning, desire still sharp in every line of his body. He sinks down beside me, his hand brushing my cheek, then slipping into my hair. The heat of his gaze leaves me shivery all over again, my exhaustion giving way to another rush of want.
He leans in, his mouth brushing mine, tasting the sweat and salt and remnants of all of us.
“Come here, baby,” he murmurs, running fingers into my hair. I shift, letting him guide me down into his lap, my mouth finding his cock, already hard again, taking him in slow and deep. I work him there, savoring the feel of him, his hand cradling the back of my head.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Yes, that’s so good.”
I lift my head, briefly, and slide down to the floor between his thighs, kneeling and looking up at him as I take him into my mouth again.
His fingers tighten in my hair, his breath hitching as I work him, swirling my tongue, letting him feel just how much I want to please him.
He groans, hips thrusting up as his control slips, praise spilling over his lips. “Fuck, baby. That’s so good, baby. You’re such a good fucking girl.”
He shudders, and then he’s coming, hot cum pulsing across my tongue, his hands cradling my head as he lets go completely.
When it’s over, his hands are gentle, stroking my hair, easing me back up into his lap.
After, the room is full of quiet, lingering touches. Wyatt brings a blanket, wrapping it around my shoulders. Damian leans over Jake to press a kiss to the top of my head. Jake finds my hand, squeezing it tight. Ryder kneels in front of me, thumb brushing my cheek, gentle and proud.
No one rushes. There are whispered jokes, soft laughter, hands stroking my hair. Wyatt tucks my legs over his lap, Ryder squeezes in beside me and snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me against him.
I feel cherished, protected, and wholly loved. The world narrows to my four men and the steady, unbreakable bond we’ve built.
