Fuck, I want to do that again. And again. And again.
Wyatt kisses me, thrusting his still hard cock inside me and making an aftershock shoot through my system. He pulls out and I want to draw him back inside. Instead, I reluctantly let him go.
Wyatt just fucked me. My brain spins dizzily. From what he said before, this isn’t exactly how he wants me. But if this is any indication of what he can give me, I’m all in. He returns with a washcloth and leans over to capture my nipple in his mouth as he wipes me clean.
My fingers clench in his hair as I arch my body into his touch. Sparks scatter through me and I almost pull him back down over me and make him start over.
Do I want to get fucked by him while blowing someone else? Hell, yes. But I want to get to know the guys as individuals before more group stuff. I’m definitely interested in the group stuff though.
As I sit up, my gaze meets Drew’s. He smirks and nods toward Finn.
I’m beginning to wonder if the guy wants to fuck me at all, but he did say he got off by watching others. Maybe watching me fuck someone else gets him there.
“Flower.” Finn’s green eyes meet mine and he gives me a cocky smile. Before I can move his way, he comes to sit next to me and catches the back of my neck. “Had enough yet?”
My eyes flick from his to Drew’s and I shake my head.
Dante and Wyatt sit in their boxers on the couch, watching us. Finn rises up on his knees and draws my back against him. His cock slots between my ass cheeks, and I flush remembering someone took me there and it felt better than I imagined.
Is that what Finn wants to do?
Finn grabs my neck and holds my head against his shoulder. His hand slides down my stomach. Sparks follow in the wake of his touch. “I love an audience, flower. This arrangement will work nicely for that.”
Drew smirks as he strokes his cock lazily. My pussy pulses in anticipation. His gaze follows Finn’s hand as he slides his fingers over my clit back to my entrance.
“We could spend days fucking you and not get tired.” His lips move against my ear as he presses two fingers inside me. “Would you like that, flower?”
When I gasp, he tightens his hand around my throat, not to cut off my breathing though, just to hold me there. He slides his fingers back to my clit, working me into a frenzy as I focus on Drew’s hand on his cock.
None of them would be considered small. I’m not even sure they’re regular sized. Dante’s is the biggest in both length and girth. But not by much.
Precum beads on the tip of Drew’s cock and he spreads it down himself. I wet my lips. How will he taste?
Finn draws his wet fingers up over my stomach to my nipple, coating it in my wetness, teasing the tip to a hardened peak. “Do you know how beautiful you look spread open, taking cock into your pussy?”
“I don’t,” I whisper.
“Want me to show you?” he whispers in my ear like it’s something wicked.
“Show me.”
He draws back and I look over my shoulder at him. “Lie down.”
I move onto my back and he grabs my knees to drag me closer.
“Wedge.”
I furrow my brow. Drew passes him a pillow wedge over me. Drew smiles down at me and brushes my hair from my face.
“Lift your hips, flower.”
I do and he slides the wedge beneath them so my pussy is lifted up to him.
“Look up.”
My gaze shifts above us. “Fuck, I forgot about the mirror.”
Finn laughs and spreads my legs. “You can watch my cock slide in and out of your perfect pussy as I fuck you.”
