Koa’s hand reached across my belly from my other side, sinking between us to spread my folds with his middle and index finger so his thumb could torment my jewel. Shaking, I came apart once more, an orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave as Casimir’s thrusts grew more urgent, more desperate.
“Seri,” he panted at last, pumping heat inside me.
Reaching up, I gathered his long hair away from his sweat-slick back and wound it around my fist. Tugging gently, I smiled a little as he tilted his chin up, and my mouth latched onto the column of his throat, sucking lightly, not nearly as hard as he and Zane had with me, but it made him twitch inside me, and I grinned.
“That was twice, Cas,” Zane chuckled. “You have to share, bro.”
With a grumble, Casimir pulled out of me and rolled us onto our sides, but it seemed Zane wasn’t above usinganyposition to get inside me. One of his hands hooked behind my knee and tossed it over Casimir’s hip, then he drove into me, his hands tight on my bottom as he took me over the brink with four quick thrusts, my body in such a pleasure haze that no one even needed to touch my jewel.
“Zane!” I keened.
“Such a thirsty pussy,” he breathed across my cheek. “Ko, ready for your round two? Because I sure as shit ain’t gonna last three more strokes.”
“If Seri wants it,” came Koa’s quiet reply.
“I want it! I want it!” I choked into Casimir’s chest as he returned my earlier trick, fisting my hair and tugging it until I exposed my throat to his hungry mouth.
Zane was true to his word, erupting after a trio of thrusts, then both he and Casimir reluctantly moved over to make room for Koa.
Like a gentle rain after a thunderstorm, Koa sank into me with tender words and slow hips, his body gliding effortlessly against me like velvet over silk. Every time his chest brushed over my nipples, an electric current shot through my core. With each deep stroke, my belly wound tighter, as if every inch of him was imprinting itself onto me.
Then his eyes locked with mine as he picked up his pace, his lips parting slightly as they breathed out my name, his thick eyelashes dusting the feverish color on his cheekbones. I climaxed with a soft sigh, and his rhythm stuttered, a broken gasp escaping him and his body stilling against mine.
For a heartbeat, we stayed frozen, his forehead pressed to my shoulder and my nails denting his solid biceps, before he tumbled down beside me with a breathless laugh.
Zane’s fingers danced along my hip, tracing the suck mark Casimir had left there.
“Think we knocked her out.” His thumb brushed the twitching muscle of my thigh. “She’s got that glazed doughnut look in her eyes.”
“Still awake,” I protested, weakly swatting at him. My arm flopped against the mattress like a stranded fish.
“Liar.” Koa nuzzled my damp temple, his lips curving against my skin. “You’re shaking.”
Casimir rose on one elbow, his hair a tangled curtain as he stared down at me.
“We overdid it.” The edge in his voice warred with the swollen redness of his mouth. “You need electrolytes. Rest.”
“What Ineed,” I said, hoisting myself up on wobbling arms, “is for you three to stop treating me like I’ll crumble if you—”
The room tilted. Zane’s hand shot out to steady me, his smirk equal parts smug and tender.
“Crumbling’s kinda the goal, moonbeam, but point taken. Next time, snacks between rounds. Grapes! Very romantic. I’ll feed them to you while Ko—”
“No one wants grape foreplay,Zoodle.” Swinging his legs off the bed, Casimir’s spine straightened into alpha-mode, even though he couldn’t hide the way his gaze lingered on the love marks blooming all over me. “Shower. Now. All of us.”
“Then servicing after,” I blurted out as my stomach growled.
“Servicing?” Zane howled with laughter. “Oh, my love, that’s going in the spank bank.”
I frowned at him. I didn’t even really know what I’d meant, other than that I was hungry and thirsty.
And what was aspank bank?
#
Much later, I found myself nestled between Koa and Zane, with Casimir’s arm draped across all three of us on Zane’s other side.
After our shower, Zane had indeed produced grapes and Koa more cookies from his dresser. Casimir had made a run to the kitchen and returned with his arms full of cartons. Coconut water, milk, and apple juice, all of which, he assured me, were ‘more than adequate to replace electrolytes lost during extreme exertion.’
