Without another word, he thrusts in, filling me completely. The stretch is intense, and my walls clench around him as mybody adjusts to his size. I moan unashamedly and brace my hands against his shoulders, nails digging into his inked skin.
Being filled with him so completely, combined with the lust and adrenaline thrumming through me, it's almost enough to make me come. His hips snap against mine, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filling the room alongside my gasps, his low groans, and the other guy’s low curses. My body hovers right on the edge, the sensation of him moving inside me with hard, deliberate thrusts, each one hitting deep, keeps me teetering without tipping over.
Apparently, they can’t keep their hands off me for long, because while Sylus fucks me, Ace’s fingers slide back to tease my breasts, rolling my nipples until they become aching points. Nicholas kneels beside the couch and murmurs soft praises in my ear, the ones I secretly crave as much as he does, his lips brushing the sensitive spot.
I feel Koen’s steady gaze, and my eyes open to find him there, anchoring me, his hand now stroking my thigh, grounding me through the storm of sensations. Sylus’s thrusts grow faster and more unhinged, his breath hitching when his fingers dig into my hips with bruising force while he chases his release.
I’m close, so close, my body trembling, my core tightening, then Koen’s fingers travel from my thigh to my clit, and I shatter around Sylus at the slightest brush. His release follows a guttural groan while his hips jerk and he spills deep inside me.
He lingers there for a moment, thrust to the hilt, rocking into me before grinding against my pelvic bone, unable to get any closer. Any deeper. He’s breathing hard, his forehead pressed to mine, sweat mingling between us. After a long kiss where I can practically taste his love and gratitude, he pulls out with a satisfied smirk, his cock glistening as he gets off me and steps back, chest heaving.
“Your turn, boys.” Sylus’s eyes are still dark with heat. He watches me sprawled on the couch, my body flushed and aching. “Because you still need more, don’t you, Sparkle baby?”
I smile and give the slightest nod.
Ace doesn’t hesitate. He slides onto the couch beside me, his strong hands gripping my waist and pulling me effortlessly into his lap to straddle him.
After so much time, it’s still a miracle to me that he’s here. That he can touch me like this, and allows me to do the same to him.
I’m still pulsing from Sylus when Ace’s gaze locks on mine, those ice-blue eyes burning with intensity. He reaches up, and with a magician’s flourish, pulls a biscotti from behind my ear, holding it up like a prize between us.
I stare at it, then him.
Did Sylus actually fuck my brains out?
“Wha—”
“Magic, baby.” He grins, that rare, wicked smile that makes my heart flip. I vaguely register Sylus plucking the cookie from Ace’s hand and shoving it into his own mouth with a groan before Ace’s mouth is on mine, the kiss deep and tasting like dessert and heat.
I wrap my arms around his neck, our foreheads pressing together, breaths mingling. He shifts beneath me, guiding himself to my entrance, and slips inside with one smooth thrust, stretching me in that perfect way only he does.
“Oh, God,” I gasp out against his lips. I start to move, rolling my hips in a slow rhythm as if I’m dancing the pole. He’s so deep, every inch of him hitting just right, and I cling to him, our bodies syncing like we’ve done this a thousand times. Which we have, but it never gets old… the way he groans low in his throat, his hands roaming my back, urging me on.
“Trouble,” he murmurs, voice gravelly, his lips brushing mine. “You’re fucking trouble.” His words send a thrill through me, and I grind down harder, chasing the building heat while our foreheads still touch, our breaths colliding in ragged pants.
I lean back slightly, exposing my neck and chest, and then Nicholas is there, sliding his hand over my shoulders, kissing my neck, soft at first, then nipping with his teeth. His fingers find my nipples, pinching and rolling them gently, sending sparks straight to my core. I moan, caught between them, Ace still thrusting up into me from below while Nicholas teases me higher and higher.
“Fuck, watching them with her never gets old,” Sylus mutters from somewhere behind me, and Koen hums in agreement.
Ace’s grip tightens on my hips, pulling me closer one last time before he eases out, leaving me aching and empty for a heartbeat.
His gaze flicks from me to Nico. “How about we take turns for real?”
What?
Ace pushes down on my back, arching it at the same time and pulling me closer to him. Then Nicholas slides into me where Ace just was, filling the void with a long, powerful thrust that has me crying out.
“Fuck, Novalee.” Nicholas groans from behind me as he drives in deep, again and again, hands squeezing my hips. “You feel so goddamn good,” he grits out, and I know without seeing him, his jaw is clenching, that sharp flex that always tells me he’s losing control. The kind of control I want to rip from him.
His thrusts send a new bolt of electricity through me, and I rock back to meet him. “You’re the one feeling good,” I gasp out. “You’re so good… taking me like this, filling me up so perfectly.” My praise spills out while my body hums with the intensity of his rhythm.
Ace’s hand finds my chin, tilting my face toward him. His eyes burn into mine before he captures my lips in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. He pulls back just enough to murmur against my lips, “You’re fucking incredible. Taking all your men one after the other. So damn perfect.” I moan into his mouth, my hands tightening around his neck as I cling to him.
Nicholas groans behind me, his thrusts growing sharper, more insistent, the wet sound of our bodies meeting mingling with my gasps and Ace’s low murmurs.
“So tight.” Nicholas’s voice is strained with effort, his breath hot against the nape of my neck. His hands slide up my sides, one slipping around to tease my clit, his fingers circling with just enough pressure to make me tremble, my core clenching around him.
With a reluctant hiss, he pulls out, and I barely have time to flutter before Ace guides me to sink onto his hard cock again. The switch is electric, and my body is clenching around him. I rock harder, a new urgency riding me hard. Ace thrusts up to meet me, his eyes never leaving mine. “That’s it,” he says through clenched teeth. “So fucking good.”
