After just a few moments of frenzied fucking, he deliberately slows our rhythm and slides out of me with an exaggerated, painfully slow movement, giving me a teasing grin.
His hand barely presses on my back before I lean forward once more, offering myself back to Nicholas.
“Good girl,” Koen rasps.
Nico immediately takes me again, thrusting in with a growl. His hands are still firm on my hips, pulling me back onto him with a quickening pace.
“Why am I losing my mind again over here?” Sylus groans, making Koen chuckle. But then Nico increases his pace again, and I can’t think about them right now, because I’m trembling inanticipation. Nico slides out of me all the way and I’m back on Ace in record time. We continue alternating like this, the rhythm hot as fuck, each switch heightening the sensation to the point where I’m lost in the push and pull.
“Look at you,” Ace says after kissing me deeply. Nicholas is the one fucking me again, and Ace’s teeth graze my lower lip. “Letting us love you like this.”
“You’re our everything,” Koen agrees from my left, and I glance over at him, mouth open and panting raggedly. He’s standing beside Sylus, who’s hard again and stroking his dick, but Ace grabs my chin and brings my focus back to him.
I arch into Nicholas’s thrusts with my body surrendered between them. Ace is a steady presence in front of me, his hands and lips anchoring me, while Nicholas drives into me with a relentless rhythm from behind, driving me higher.
“Fuck, Sparkle, you’re killing us,” Sylus curses, and I risk another glance at him and Koen, whose dark eyes are fixed on me from where he leans against the wall.
Nicholas’s pace falters slightly, his breath hitching. He’s fighting to hold back, his fingers digging harder into my hips. “Keep going,” I urge. “You’re doing so good, Nico. Making me feel so full.” My words seem to spur him on, because his thrusts deepen, and his finger on my clit moves faster, sending sparks through my nerves, the pleasure building into something almost unbearable.
Ace’s calloused fingers pinch my nipple gently, then roll it with just the right pressure, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my core when his lips find mine again.
Fuck, I need to come.
“Can I come? Please, let me come.” Nicholas whimpers behind me, his lips grazing my neck when he begs. All I can do is nod and moan against Ace’s mouth.
Nicholas thrusts deep one last time with a choked moan, his release filling me as his hips jerk against mine. The sensation pushes me closer, my body clenching around him, but I’m still teetering, the edge so close I can taste it. Nico drops his head to my shoulder blade, his breath ragged against my damp skin, the scent of his sweat, citrus, and bergamot wrapping around me.
Ace pulls back from our kiss, his eyes blazing with love and heat. “Your turn, Nova.”
His hands slide to my hips, guiding me as Nicholas eases out, leaving me aching and empty for a heartbeat. Ace shifts beneath me, still hard and ready, and pulls me down onto him in one smooth motion, filling me again.
I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. I start riding him with a desperate rhythm, my skirt still bunched around my waist, the fabric rubbing against my thighs.
“That’s it,” Ace murmurs, his hands roaming my back, urging me on as he thrusts up to meet me, each movement syncing with mine. His fingers find my clit where Nicholas left off, circling with the same precision, but rougher, more insistent. “Come for us, Trouble. Let go.”
Pleasure crashes over me, leaving my body shuddering, and I come hard. My core clenches around Ace while my cries are echoing in the room, and he groans, emptying inside me. Wave upon wave of ecstasy pulses through me, my vision sparking white. I collapse forward into his arms.
Sylus’s low whistle cuts through the haze. “Fuck, Sparkle, that was gorgeous.”
I lift my head to find Koen’s gaze from across the room, instantly feeling tethered with just that contact. A soft smirk tugs at his lips as his dark gaze traces the sweat-slicked curve of my neck and the flush painting my chest. My skin prickles under that stare, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly, even ifmy thighs are soaked from the mix of the release of my other men and me.
Because I need him, too.
My voice is husky with want as I demand, “Come here.”
His smirk deepens, that slow, dangerous curve of his lips that always feels like a hand around my ribcage, tightening. He doesn’t move, rooted to the hardwood floor, watching and letting me feel every second of his focus. Even with the lingering musk of sex in the air, the vanilla and spice of his cologne is still discernable, making my pulse quicken again.
Nicholas presses a final kiss to my shoulder before his hands gently slide under my arms. I barely register the movement—too locked into Koen’s stare—as Nicholas lifts me off Ace’s dick, making him groan. A breath rushes out of me, not just from the sudden emptiness, but from the way Koen’s eyes heat when he watches it happen, like he feels it, too.
“Want me to make you?” I challenge Koen when Nicholas lets go of me, my words edged, the linger of a dare between us, even if my lips are still tingling from the memory of Ace’s kisses.
“Fuck yes,” Sylus says on a deep exhale from where he’s leaning against the wall.
Koen’s gaze sharpens in a silent promise, but then he turns, striding toward my bedroom with a predator’s grace.
The loss of his stare hits like cold water, my body swaying toward him instinctively as he strides toward my bedroom. His shirt slips off his shoulders to reveal the muscled planes of his back, kissed golden by the Tuscan sun, and something clawing and desperate rises in my chest.
He disappears through the doorway, and my pulse rockets.
