The promise in his voice makes me clench around Declan, whogroans.
Mateo chuckles, the sound vibrating against my skin, but instead of returning to his exploration, he shifts to my side. He's fully hard again, cock flushed and eager.
"Think you can handle one more?" he asks, golden eyes dark with hunger.
I nod, and he positions himself at my mouth. I take him eagerly, tasting traces of my own arousal mixed with his earlier release. The combination is intoxicating, primal and raw.
The three of us find a new rhythm, my body the fulcrum. Declan beneath me, stretching me wide. Mateo in my mouth, his hands gentle in my hair. And Ethan, watching with predatory focus.
The crack of Ethan's palm against my ass comes without warning. The sharp sting makes me clench around both men.
"Fuck," Declan groans, digging into my hips. "Whatever you just did," he gasps, "do it again. She just squeezed me so tight I nearly came."
Ethan obliges, landing another stinging slap on the opposite cheek. The pain blossoms into pleasure that spreads through me like wildfire.
"Look at her," Ethan says, voice filled with wonder and lust. "Taking all of us like she was made for it."
The possessiveness in his tone sends another rush of heat through me. I am theirs. As surely as they are mine.
Declan thrusts up hard, once, twice. "Close," he growls, eyes locked on mine.
Mateo's rhythm falters too, his cock twitching against my tongue. "Me too," he pants,.
Ethan's hand slides between Declan and me, finding my clit. "One more time," he commands. "Come with them, Jade. Let us feel you."
His fingers circle my swollen bud, and impossibly, I feel myself building toward another climax. My body shouldn't be capable of this, but their combined touch is too much to resist.
Declan comes first, his massive body arching beneath me as he empties himself with a roar. The hot pulse of his release triggers my own, and I shatter around him, inner muscles spasming as pleasure consumes me. Nothing will ever feel like this again, I think wildly as my mind splinters into pure sensation.
Mateo follows almost immediately, filling my mouth faster than I can swallow. Some spills from the corners of my lips, and he groans at the sight, his hands cradling my face with surprising tenderness even as he pulses against my tongue.
Ethan strokes himself roughly, positioning over my chest, and with a strangled groan, adds his release to the mix, marking me with pearlescent streaks that feel like the final claim.
For a long moment, we remain frozen, the only sound our ragged breathing gradually slowing. Then, carefully, theydisentangle, various parts of my body slipping free with obscene wet sounds.
I collapse onto the mattress, every muscle liquefied. But the men aren't finished with me yet.
Ethan disappears into the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp cloth. With gentle strokes, so different from his earlier roughness, he cleans his release from my chest, his touch almost reverent. Mateo brings a glass of cold water, holding it to my lips so I can drink without moving.
As Ethan wipes the last of his release from my chest, his hand pauses. I glance up and catch the look he exchanges with Declan, then Mateo. No words pass between them, but something does. A shared understanding. A quiet vow.
Declan cradles me against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, his large hand stroking my hair with surprising gentleness.
"You okay?" he asks, voice softer than I've ever heard it.
"Better than okay," I manage, my voice raw from use.
"You were incredible," Ethan says, sitting beside us. His fingers trace patterns on my shoulder, as if he can't bear to stop touching me.
"Magnificent," Mateo agrees, perching on my other side. "Absolutely perfect."
I should feel exposed, lying naked and thoroughly claimed between three equally naked men. Instead, I feel safe.Protected. Cherished in a way I've never experienced before.
"We need to figure out sleeping arrangements," Ethan says eventually, his practical nature reasserting itself.
"I'm not leaving her," Declan states firmly, arm tightening around me.
"None of us are," Mateo agrees, his usual playfulness returning. "But this bed isn't exactly built for four."
