Gideon and I both groaned with that first touch. He even arched his neck and closed his eyes. But he quickly opened them when he eased his hips forward. After glancing down, he locked stares with me. Arms braced to either side of me, Gideon slowlyentered me. I was so prepared by their ministrations that he went deep with a single thrust.
“Oh, Indie,” Gideon murmured. “Oh, fuck, love. You feel so good.”
Gage and Garret gasped and shuddered as Gideon pumped his hips. That's when I remembered they could share physical sensations. How wonderful was that? I didn't have to worry about Gage and Garret while Gideon and I were together. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to touch them.
As Gideon pumped, and I lifted my hips to meet him, I also reached out and took Gage's cock in hand. Pumping that thick weeping shaft, I turned to look at Garret. He was prepared for me, gripping the base of his dick. He angled himself into my hand, then laid on his side like Gage, facing me, and pumped into my fist.
It should have been too much. Too much work. My focus fractured. I shouldn't have enjoyed it so much. But I did. Focusing wasn't a problem. I could feel all three of them. Gideon inside me, filling me to perfection, while Gage and Garret filled my hands. It was important for me to be physically connected to all of them while I had sex with one of them for the first time. I don't know why, but that's the way I felt. And then Garret leaned over to kiss me.
It started again, the harmonious rotation. I was kissed, sucked, flicked, and pleasured everywhere on a delicious cycle—mouths and hands moving to new locations even though the men stayed put. Then Gage and Garret drew back as one, and Gideon hunched over to kiss me. We groaned through our kiss, ending it with brushing lips. Then he moved down to my breasts, his hips thrusting slowly the entire time. I looked from Gage toGarret as Gideon sucked at me. They were both leaning back on their hands, hips moving themselves into my grip. But then Gideon straightened, and the other two dove for me, reclaiming their places. With all three men moving in that primal dance, moaning and growling, we became a single beautiful creature joined by pleasure.
“Indigo!” Gideon cried.
I broke away from Gage, who I'd been kissing, to watch as Gideon locked up against me, his expression gone rapturous. He truly looked angelic as he came. It was almost enough to distract me from the other two glorious men who came mere seconds later. Shuddering, I looked from Gage to Garret as their muscular bodies bowed into their orgasms, sweaty chests shining in the firelight as their cocks released hot ribbons on my thighs. It was too much to take.
I screamed my climax, something I'd never done. But this was no normal release. My spine arched, my thighs clenched, and something powerful swept through me to set my whole body to trembling. I screamed and screamed and screamed, shuddering long after the men had fallen around me in a heap. They held me between them as I continued to spasm, kissing me and murmuring sweet things as my supernatural orgasm took me to another world.
When I finally came back to reality, my body was languid and more relaxed than it had ever been, limbs like water. I opened my eyes and looked from man to man in dazed amazement.
In a raspy voice, I said, “I will never be the same.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
We lay there together for a long time, languishing in our satiety and joy. But then the rapture rose again, and I found untapped reserves of stamina. Like a wild thing, I rode each of them, rotating from man to man, leaving them unsatisfied to draw it out, just as they'd done to me. But I came. Oh, I came repeatedly as I rode them, my body bucking and twisting while I cried out their names. My breasts bounced and my ass shook like crazy. But I didn't care how I looked. All that mattered was how I felt.
The thought that I might never have this again lingered in the back of my mind, driving me to take as much as my body could stand. I had never had so much sex in all my life. I was the girl who came once and wanted to go to sleep. Not with them. I couldn't stop. They were like a box of chocolate. As soon as I had tasted one, I kept going until I was gorging. I wouldn't stop until the box was empty.
A lavender light came through the open curtains, announcing the coming day, and still, we moaned and writhed together. Gage had me bent over a couch, taking me while the other two watched. Sometime during the long, delicious night, I discovered that I loved being watched by them. It turned me on to know that they could feel what Gage felt. And I loved it when they lost control and came without even touching themselves.
“I need someone in my mouth,” I said. “Hurry!”
Gideon rushed over and sat on the couch before me. As twilight brightened into morning, he slipped past my lips. The feel of his hot, hard flesh on my tongue sent me over again. I cried out around Gideon, my body shaking once more. How I remained upright was beyond me.
“I love how you squeeze me when you come,” Gage growled. “Oh, fuck, yes. Fuck her mouth harder, Gid. She's reaching the top.”
Gideon pumped deeper into me, harder, and Gage was right. It increased my pleasure, sending me into a place of sheer pleasure so intense that I went blind for a second.
“Oh, fuck,” Gideon moaned.
Garret roared, and his seed hit my side. It was like a battle cry, sending the rest of us over. Gage slammed into me and stayed there, cock kicking inside me, while Gideon gushed over my tongue. I swallowed and shuddered while I came down from my millionth orgasm.
When we eased apart, it was with happy groans and a delicious, wet slide of flesh on flesh. We fell into a happy heap and nestled together.
“Are we ever going to make it to a bed?” Gideon asked.
“No,” I said. “I live here now. I'll need you to bring me food and water in between fucking me.”
“Gods, woman, I love you,” Gage said.
I went still.
Gideon and Garret glared at Gage.
“Fuck,” Gage muttered. “That just slipped out. No pressure. You don't have to—”
“Gage stop,” I said. “I want this. I do. But I felt nothing magical, did you?”
The men looked at each other. This time, it was harder for me to read them.
