“We all do,” Milo said.
“I love being passed between you.” I choked on the urgency of my desire. I’d just been fucked good and solid, but I still wanted more. I wanted them all, and I didn’t want them to stop. Not until I had all of them.
He pushed in slow, letting me feel his length inch by delicious inch. I nodded, arching up to take him deeper. His usual quiet confidence shone through in the controlled rolls of his hips, building a steady rhythm that had me whimpering.
“Harder,” I moaned. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He obliged, his biceps bulging as he pinned my wrists above my head, thrusting deep and deliberate. “Like that?”
“Ohhhh yes, just like that.”
Milo knelt by my head and fed me his cock again. It was thick and warm, twitching once dangerously as I parted my lips for him. “Taste yourself on me. Good girl.”
I sucked eagerly, while Riot stood over us, stroking himself.
“Look at her, taking it like a goddamn goddess. But we’re not done playing tug-of-war.” He playfully nudged Cash's shoulder. “Speed up, man. She’s mine after this.”
Cash shot him a look but grinned, pounding faster with a feral drive. Each thrust drove the breath from my lungs in short, broken pulls, my body rocking with him, heat pooling low and heavy until it felt like I was nothing but a conduit for this intense sensation. The sound of him moving against me became its own pulse, sharp and wet and impossible to ignore, echoing through my spine and down my thighs. My muscles tightenedwithout permission, my hips tipping back to meet him, chasing that pressure, that fullness, the way every stroke dragged me closer to the edge until my thoughts scattered and all I could feel was the insistence of it, the way my body kept opening and answering, greedy and undone.
The tension grew as they vied for control. Milo pulled out of my mouth with a wink. “My dick's getting lonely up here.”
“Patience, drummer boy. We’ll all get our fill,” Riot said with a laugh as I shattered again under Cash, my body convulsing out of my control. He finally withdrew, breathing heavy.
“I think she’s ready for more,” he announced. “She’s ready forallof us. Aren’t you?”
I bobbed my head and let out a whimper. I wanted this more than anything in the world.
“We need some furniture,” Riot said, pointing into the studio. “The couch.”
They maneuvered me like their favorite instrument, playful arguments punctuating every shift. Riot claimed me first, pulling into the recording booth and guiding me to the couch.
“She can make as much noise as she wants in here,” Milo said with a grin. “There’s no better sound-proofed room in all of Miami.”
Riot was totally focused on me. “On all fours, ass up.”
I obeyed, and he knelt behind, slicking his cock with my arousal before pressing against my tight rear entrance. “I’ve heard all about this. About how good you took it from them.”
I bit my lip and said, “Mmm hmm.”
“Think you can handle it?”
I nodded. “I think so.”
“I know she can,” Cash said, his confidence bolstering my own.
He pushed in slowly, the burn making me gasp, but Cash was there, sliding beneath me on the couch. His hands guided my hips down onto his cock, filling my pussy in tandem. The double stretch was overwhelming, their thicknesses rubbing through the thin wall between.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “She was right.”
“Who?” Milo asked while he watched.
“Vi,” I breathed. “She told me this was… the…best…” Another moan bubbled out of my throat.
“This feels unreal,” Cash murmured, his voice strained as he cupped my cheek in his palm.
Milo positioned himself in front of us, his cock near my lips. “Open wide, Roxie. Let's make it a symphony.”
“Or at least a string quartet,” Cash added.
