"I'm gonna need a minute." Carlos's laugh is strained. "Just to commit this image to permanent memory."
"I'm done waiting." I arch up toward Sergio, who's still hovering over me like he needs permission. Like he's still trying to be the responsible one. "I want you. Not careful. Not controlled. Just you."
"Not yet." Sergio sits back on his heels.
“Stop stalling..”
His hand slides between my thighs, and the words die in my throat.
"You're absolutely soaked." His voice drops an octave.
"Told you." I try to press against his hand, but Nacho holds me still. "Why are we still talking?"
"Because I want to see you fall apart first." Sergio's finger circles my entrance, gathering slick, and I whimper at the barely-there contact. "I want to watch you come on my hand before I fill you completely. Before I claim you the way your body is begging me to."
The word knot sends a lightning bolt of arousal straight to my core.
"Oh God." I throw my head back against Nacho's shoulder. “Just touch me."
He does.
One finger slides inside me, thick and perfect, and I clench around it with a cry. He adds a second almost immediately, and I feel the stretch, the fullness, the promise of more.
"That's it." Carlos presses kisses along my jaw. "Let go. We've got you."
Pedro's mouth closes over my nipple, sucking hard, and I nearly scream.
Sergio's fingers pumping inside me. Carlos's mouth on my neck. Pedro's teeth grazing my breast. Nacho's hands sliding down to grip my hips, holding me open, keeping me still while they take me apart.
"I can't..." I'm panting, writhing, desperate for something I can't name. "I need..."
"What do you need?" Sergio curls his fingers, hitting a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "Tell me."
"More." The word tears out of me. "I need more..."
His thumb presses against my clit, and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me with violent intensity. My back arches off the bed. My vision whites out. I hear myself screaming but can't stop, can't do anything except ride the wave as it crashes over me again and again.
When I finally come back to myself, I'm trembling in their arms. Tears streak my face. My throat is raw.
And I'm still empty. Still aching. The orgasm took the edge off, but the heat is already building again, demanding more.
"Please." I reach for Sergio with shaking hands. "I need you. Need all of you. Please."
He strips out of his sweatpants in one motion.
I've seen him shirtless before. I've imagined what the rest of him looked like. Reality exceeds every fantasy.
He's thick. Long. Already swelling at the base, his body preparing to claim me completely. A bead of moisture glistens at the tip. "This is going to be intense." Sergio positions himselfbetween my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Once I'm inside you then we'll be locked together. Connected. You won't be able to pull away until your body releases me."
"I don't want to pull away." I wrap my legs around his hips and try to drag him closer. "I want ..."
He pushes forward, and the words dissolve into a moan.
The stretch is exquisite. Burning. Perfect. He sinks into me inch by inch, giving me time to adjust, and I feel every ridge of him against my inner walls.
"So tight." His voice is strained. "God, Jessica, you're so tight."
