“We’re going to mark you now, precious.” Hmm… was that, Everest? My heart beat faster at his use of a nickname that felt so right coming from him. Also, was that rhetorical?
A hand rubbed on my butt cheek. “We’re all going to mark you, so there’s no question that you’re ours to care for…”
Before I had a chance to say anything, a different hand cupped my cheek. “And love…”
A third hand pushed the first one down. “And protect.”
Even though I tried to let their deep, possessive voices merge into one, it took effort to keep my brain from playing who’s who. “No more words.”
“That’s going to be hard, babygirl.”
“I feel like I have to respond. It takes me out of the moment.”
With a few grumbles, but no words, they moved around me, their silence serving as their agreement.
Somebody’s hands grabbed my hips from behind. My breath hitched as my body flinched. This is what I was waiting for. My sex tingled and wetness coated my upper thigh.
It wasn’t until I steadied my breaths that one of the hands slowly slid onto my butt cheek, caressing small circles, then lifting, and spanking.
A jolt of electricity shot through me. I might have yelped, but the sting on my bottom consumed me.
The restraints held my hands in place, keeping me from rubbing the sore spot. Good call.
The warmth against the back of my legs grew as someone else stepped closer. The first man moved beside my hip, his fingers continuing to trace circles on my skin.
There was no way to express how much I loved not worrying about what to do… if I was making a mistake… if I was being weird. All I had to do was stay in the moment.
I was theirs, and they were going to take care of me. For now. Until we went home and had to explain—a hand on my lower back saved me from spiraling.
The warmth of the hand slid over the curve of my butt, down onto the back of my thigh, then up again, giving almost no warning before it lifted and came down with a swift smack.
Shivers raced through me. Moans and mumbles fell from my lips incoherently. More hands… on my back, in my hair… exploring me, cherishing me… this was perfect.
Whoever just spanked me moved to my other hip while the third stepbrother positioned his legs outside of mine.
He must have fisted his cock because if I assessed the situation properly, he was painting my bottom with his slick pre-cum. Rounding his tip over my cheek, down my hip, and across the top of my thigh, he brought his cock to my center.
Breathing became a chore. Was he going to have sex with me?
The thickness of his shaft pressed between my thighs, sliding under my drenched sex. My lips spread over his girth. The pressure of the sliding pulled against my clit, sending zings of pleasure through me. There was no question that I could orgasm like this, but I wanted to come on his cock… on any and all of their cocks. That meant at least three orgasms. I didn’t want to waste any.
My hips bucked, trying to fit his tip to my entrance, but even when I got him in place, he was too big to just slip inside. All it did was make him growl.
His size should seem a problem. Instead, my sex grew wetter and wetter, coating him, begging for his help. I needed to be filled. Needed to be marked in ways other than a handprint. Needed to be full of cum.
He did everything but cooperate.
My arms yanked against the wrist restraints as I desperately craved reaching back and pulling him into me.
Hands that I’m pretty sure belonged to the men on either side of me landed on my shoulders and at the erogenous zone I just discovered… the junction of my bottom and thighs. I squirmed against their pressure.
How were they in sync? Were they whispering plans that I couldn’t hear due to my entire body screaming for them to claim me?
The shaft between my legs pressed to one side while its owner cupped my bottom. His thumb traced repeatedly up and down before he spanked me several times.
I gasped for air when he stopped. The slaps had come in such rapid succession, I hadn’t had time to catch my breath, and was barely able to before someone slid a hand underneath me, onto my sex, massaging, again, in sync with the thrusts of the cock that was teasing me.
His finger dipped in, between the erection and me, bringing me dangerously close to orgasm, pushing me to the brink, taking my cries to a fever pitch, when everything stopped.
