"I can't help it." I press my thighs together, trying to ease the pressure. "My body is apparently not interested in emotional moments. It wants more sex."
"Your body has excellent priorities." Nacho is already stripping out of his jeans, dark skin gleaming in the morning light.
"Pedro, you just showered."
"I'll shower again." He pulls his scrub top over his head, revealing the lean muscle underneath. "Some things are worth getting dirty for."
The laugh that escapes me transforms into a moan as Sergio's hands slide down my body. He cups my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples, and the ache between my legs intensifies.
"Please." The word falls out unbidden. "I need..."
"We know what you need." Sergio's voice drops low against my ear. "Let us give it to you."
They move in a coordinated dance that speaks to three days of practice. Carlos positions himself against the headboard,pulling me back against his chest. Nacho settles between my thighs, hands spreading me open. Pedro kneels beside us, one hand tangled in my hair, the other tracing patterns on my stomach.
And Sergio watches. Directing. Commanding.
"Make her feel good." His grey eyes are dark with want. "I want to hear her scream."
Nacho's mouth descends on me without warning.
I do scream. Or try to. The sound gets caught in my throat as his tongue sweeps through my folds, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Oh God." My hands scrabble for purchase, finding Carlos's thighs, his arms, anything solid to hold onto.
"That's it." Carlos's voice is rough against my ear. "Let him taste you. Let us all take care of you."
Pedro's mouth closes over my nipple, sucking hard, and I arch off the bed with a cry. Too much sensation. Too many hands and mouths and the relentless pressure of Nacho's tongue driving me toward a peak I can already feel building.
"I'm going to..." The words dissolve into a moan. "I can't... I'm..."
"Come." Sergio's voice cuts through the chaos. "Now."
My body obeys before my brain catches up.
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, starting at my core and radiating outward until every nerve ending is singing. Nacho doesn't stop, working me through it, extending the pleasure until I'm shaking and gasping and begging for mercy.
Sergio moves closer, hand wrapping around himself. "You're so beautiful when you come."
I reach for him, trembling. "I want you inside me. All of you.”
Nacho flips me onto my hands and knees, and I feel him position himself at my entrance. One thrust and he's buried to the hilt, the stretch exquisite and overwhelming.
"So tight." His voice is strained. "Even after three days, you're still so tight."
He sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against my ass, hands gripping my waist hard enough to leave bruises. I drop my head, hair falling around my face, completely lost in the sensation.
Carlos appears in front of me, his cock at eye level, flushed and straining.
"Open up, gorgeous."
I take him in my mouth without hesitation. The taste of him floods my tongue, salt and musk and uniquely Carlos. I hollow my cheeks and suck, rewarded by the groan that tears from his throat.
Hands everywhere. Nacho behind me. Carlos in my mouth. Pedro's fingers pinching my nipples. Sergio's palm stroking down my spine, possessive and approving.
I'm drowning in them. In sensation. In love.
Nacho starts to swell at the base, impossibly thick, and I push back against him, desperate to feel him lock into place. He thrusts deep and holds, the thick ridge catching at my entrance—stretching me impossibly—before sliding home with a pressure that steals my breath.
