What’s happening right now is so far beyond that I can’t fully process it.
Andrew takes my hand and brings me down to the floor, onto the big wool rug. Thoughtful as ever, Boyd nestles pillows around me for support and comfort, but I don’t need them. I feel incredible, and that only increases as the men descend on me, kissing, touching, licking, caressing.
As Andrew and Boyd lavish every inch of my upper body with affection, I feel, rather than see, Silas peel my pants off my hips and down my legs. A sound comes from low in his throat when he removes my underwear, leaving me fully bare to the three of them.
Without knowing these three men as well as I do, I might feel intimidated by their rugged power. I’m naked and at their mercy, but I feel utterly safe and cared for.
I feel completely accepted as I am.
Is it really possible that they need me as much as I need them?
There are so many aspects to that need, and right now, I need to be close to them. I want to show them how much they mean to me. How much they’re a part of me now. Now, andalways, I hope.
I stroke their faces, squeeze their muscles, slide my fingers through their hair, and tell them how good everything they’re doing is making me feel.
Boyd has one of my breasts in his hand, squeezing gently as he flicks his tongue over my nipple, before sucking it into his mouth. Andrew strums his thumb over my other nipple while he kisses me deeply, with tender passion. Silas circles his tongue around my clit until I can barely catch my breath.
Together, the three of them take me to new heights and send me over the edge. My body lights up, shimmering with pleasure that inhabits every part of me, body and soul.
But these men aren’t satisfied with perfection. They continue on, doubling their efforts until I’m overcome once again, crying out, squeezing any of their arms or shoulders that I can grasp as my hips press up of their own accord and my body pulses with what feels like never-ending ecstasy.
They ease up then, giving me a much-needed chance to catch my breath. With the fire crackling and the rug soft beneath me, three men soothe me with impossibly tender touches while I recover.
When I can speak, I reach for them. “I want you,” I tell them. “I need you. All of you.”
CHAPTER 43
KIRA
They exchange a look again, this time with hooded eyes, dark with lust. Something I can’t read passes between them, then Andrew nods once. Mission accepted. “I’ll be right back.” He presses a kiss to my forehead before getting to his feet.
Boyd brushes hair back from my forehead and repositions pillows, before Andrew returns a moment later carrying a stack of blankets and a box of condoms.
A hard shape tents Boyd’s pants, and I can’t resist stroking him there. When I make moves to open his zipper, he takes over, so I reach for Andrew, running my hand over the bulge beneath his fly. He groans when I squeeze his cock through his pants, then starts to undo his belt.
I’m fairly certain that neither man expected to do intimate things with me in the presence of the others, but Andrew and Boyd are both caught up in the moment, and I’m grateful.
I get to my knees, wrap my hand around Andrew’s cock, then take him in my mouth. As I suck on him, I tug at Boyd’s length, getting him fully hard.
Momentarily pulling off of Andrew, I look over at Silas, letting my eyes tell him how much I want him, too. When I beckon to him, he lets out a breath and undoes the button on his pants. After only a moment of hesitation, he comes closer, standing on the other side of Boyd. I reach inside his pants and bring out his cock, while I take Boyd’s in my mouth.
Sucking one man’s cock while stroking two others isn’t a position I’d ever imagined myself in, either, but it means everything to be physically connected to all three of them at the same time.
With a little practice, I quickly become more coordinated and soon have all of them looking drunk with passion. I swallow Boyd down as I use spit-coated hands to squeeze and pull at Andrew’s and Silas’s cocks on either side of me.
Juices from my pussy drip down my leg as I kneel there. The more I get of these men, the more I want.
Boyd shifts his weight and groans. Through gritted teeth, he mutters, “Thinking about baseball isn’t fucking working.” He grips the base of his cock and pulls away from my mouth before taking my hand, bringing me to my feet, and leading me to the couch.
After rolling on a condom, he sits down and brings me onto his lap, my back to his chest. His thick, hard cock juts up between my legs. With my feet on the floor, I’m able to lift up and rub my pussy along the side of it, coating him with my wetness.
“Kira— Fuck.” He sounds tortured, and I can’t help but smile.
His big hands come to my hips and he lifts me, bringing me back down, impaling me on his beast.
“That okay?” His voice is a low rumble near my shoulder.
“Very much okay.”
