He keeps supporting me as I find my own leverage. I end up with my knees spread wide on either side of him on the couch, and Andrew and Silas are watching me like they couldn’t make themselves look away if they tried. Every bit of me is on display for them as my pussy stretches around Boyd’s cock.
Boyd holds my breasts in his hands and toys with my nipples as he whispers things to me. “You’re so damn gorgeous, Kira. Nothing has ever felt so good.”
As I ride his cock, a delicious friction builds.
“Can’t believe I nearly missed out on you,” Boyd says. “Glad you stuck with me even when I was being a jealous idiot.”
This makes me smile and laugh a little, because I’d never think of him that way, but when Boyd drops a hand down to my clit, my laughter quickly turns to moans. I whimper as his thumb circles my most sensitive spot. The other men’s unwavering gazes only make me hotter.
I gesture for Andrew to come closer, so I can stroke his cock while I ride Boyd. Being sandwiched between their strong bodies pushes me over the edge moments later, and as I come, Boyd comes too, his cock swelling and pulsingdeep inside me.
When he’s spent, he rests his head on my back, his breath hot and ragged on my skin. After a long moment, he lifts to press three kisses along the line of my shoulder blades. Each one is delivered slowly, with reverence, like wordless declarations.
As I sigh with pleasure, Andrew sheathes up. He lifts me from Boyd’s lap with his strong arms, then brings me right down on his own cock as he stands there. Both of us gasp at the sudden joining, our eyes wide and locked on each other as he fills me.
I wrap my legs around him as he moves me on him, nearly pulling us apart, then bringing us back together, plunging in, coming home over and over. Never stopping, he strides over to the side of the couch, where he bends and rests my back on the arm of it. With his arms wrapped around me, he cradles my body against his as he thrusts in and out of me with long strokes. Then he eases his pace and grinds against my pussy until I’m reduced to nothing but unintelligible sounds of ecstasy.
I quickly lose control, and he rocks me through my climax, holding me in a way that makes me feel like nothing in the world could ever harm me.
As I start to catch my breath, Andrew buries his face between my breasts and pumps into me with a slow, steady rhythm. I caress the muscles at his back and slide my hands over his strong shoulders, and when he starts to come, his body stiffens beneath my touch. He locks his eyes on mine as his cock pulses inside me.
It’s intense and deeply intimate, even as we’re surrounded by the two men who are as close to him as brothers.
For a short time, the man who’s in firm control of everything loses control inside me, and I’m honored to provide a place where he can fully let go, even if it’s only for a few seconds.
He bows over me as he catches his breath, then he kisses my lips, my cheeks, and my forehead before setting me back down among the pillows on the floor.
Silas is standing at the edge of the space. His face is more open than usual. His expression tells me he’s conflicted about what’s been happening, but he doesn’t leave. What’s most clear is that he wants me.
When he meets my eyes and I bite my lower lip, he pauses as if he’s intentionally setting aside his reservations, then he strides over. Boyd hands him a condom, and Silas pulls out his cock, which he’d tucked back into his pants.
As I lie there on my side, he scans my body, tugging on his length as it grows longer and harder in his grip. After he wraps it up, he joins me on the floor, lowering his tight frame down next to me in a distractingly impressive push-up, tattoos flexing.
He kisses me, then studies my face, no doubt taking in every little muscle twitch. His hand gently slides over my belly. “You doing okay?” He narrows his eyes, watching closely as he waits for my response.
I get the impression that his hesitation might not only come from his reluctance to openly share me, but also from a concern of overwhelming me.
Collectively, these three menarea lot to take, but my body and soul need themmore than air.
I wrap an arm around his shoulder and nod as I press closer to him. “I want you, Silas.”
A look I can’t quite read passes over his face, another crack in his careful restraint. His eyes soften, then go dark.
Lying beside me, a hand holding my hip, he nudges his cock into my entrance, pressing in slow until our bodies meet. When I cup his cheek and smile up at him, he pulls back and sinks in again, faster and rougher, still watching my every reaction.
I lick my lip, and it spurs him on, until he’s stroking in and out of me with a fierce intensity I’ll never get over.
His movements are a skillful blend of control and abandon. He’s careful not to hurt me, but the way he takes me tells me over and over how very much he wants me.
He taps at a spot inside me as he ducks his head to graze his teeth over my nipples, and I understand something with quiet clarity.
This isn’t just a moment we’re sharing.
It’s a promise.
Silas makes me come like he’s an expert on my satisfaction. He follows right after me, his body going tense, then exploding inside me.
Afterward, he gets up to take care of the condom, and Andrew and Boyd join me on the floor, kissing and soothing me.
