Cody walks over last.
"Look at you," he murmurs. "Already so eager."
I turn my head to look at him, and Theo uses the distraction to lift me, laying me back on the bed.
They surround me — Theo at my head, Beckett beside me, Cody at my feet.
"Off," Theo says quietly, nodding at my jeans.
I lift my hips, and Cody pulls them down slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine.
Then they're all touching me.
Beckett's mouth finds my breast, his tongue circling my nipple until I arch into him. Cody's hand slides between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in slow, teasing circles.
Theo kisses me again — deep and consuming — and I moan into his mouth.
"You like this?" Cody asks, his voice low. "Three guys touching you at once?"
I nod, unable to form words.
"Say it," he demands, his fingers pressing harder.
"Yes," I gasp. "I like it."
Beckett switches to my other breast, and I feel myself getting wetter, more desperate.
Theo pulls back from the kiss and looks down at me. "Turn over."
I do, rolling onto my stomach, and hands immediately guide me up onto my knees.
I feel Theo position himself behind me first. I feel the head of him pressing against my entrance.
Then he pushes inside, and I cry out at the fullness, the perfection of it.
He moves slowly at first, letting me adjust, and then faster when I push back against him.
Beckett's hand finds my hair, gently pulling my head up so I can see Cody watching from the chair.
"You're so beautiful like this," Beckett murmurs.
Theo's rhythm builds, and I feel myself climbing higher, closer to the edge.
Then he pulls out, and before I can protest, Beckett is there, sliding into me from a different angle that makes me see stars.
His hands grip my hips as he moves, and I hear myself making sounds I didn't know I could make.
"That's it," Cody says from across the room. "I love hearing you."
Beckett's pace is different from Theo's—steadier, more controlled. He reaches around to find my clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, and I feel the orgasm building.
"I'm—" I start, but I can't finish the sentence.
"Come for him, baby," Cody says. "Let him feel it."
I cry out as the pleasure crashes over me, my body clenching around Beckett.
He follows moments later, his grip tightening as he finishes.
