Arthur's thumb found her nipple through her shirt, pinching lightly. Killian's hand slid under the fabric, palm hot against her bare breast, and she arched into both touches at once.
Dante's tongue moved faster. More pressure. He found the exact angle that reorganized her breathing and kept it there, relentless and focused.
Want sharpened into need. Her thighs tensed against his grip then settled into them. The pleasure built, insistent. When it broke, she cried out, breathless, her body clenching as it rolled through her.
Dante kept his mouth on her through it, and then lifted his head, eyes satisfied.
Across the room, Jax and Caleb were gathering supplies. They ended up standing close, both focused on what they needed, aware of each other's presence. Both naked.
Caleb glanced sideways, caught sight of Jax's cock, the three barbells running up the underside in precise spacing, titanium catching the light.
Jax noticed Caleb noticing, followed his gaze down to Caleb's erection, the pronounced leftward curve that any other man might be self-conscious about.
Their eyes met. Jax's gaze flicked back down to Caleb's curve, then up. Caleb's did the same, barbells, then eyes.
Jax grinned first. "For her pleasure?"
"For her pleasure."
Then they turned back toward April, supplies in hand.
Killian's hands at her waist. Arthur's at her back. They eased her upright and then guided her to where Mateo sat waiting.
She straddled his lap, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his thighs, his cock trapped between their bodies. The cotton bunched at his wrists as he guided her down onto him, fabric catching between their bodies. His hands slid under the hem of her shirt, warm palms settling on bare skin at her hips.
His mouth slanted over hers, tongue sweeping in, and she opened for him immediately. The kiss was hard and deep, their mouths working together while their bodies shifted, trying to get closer. His hand came up to cup the back of her head, angling her how he wanted, and she tasted espresso on his tongue, bitter and rich.
The pop of a lube bottle made her break the kiss. She looked down as Jax's hand appeared between them, lubed and glistening, and wrapped around Mateo's length.
Jax ran his hand down Mateo's cock in one smooth stroke.
"Whoa—" Mateo jerked.
"Watching out for April," Jax said, meeting her eyes with a grin.
Heat flashed through her at the casual intimacy of it: Jax's hand on Mateo's cock, Mateo's breath stuttering, all of it for her.
The kiss resumed, slower this time. Their mouths sliding together, breathless and sloppy as their bodies moved. His hands guided her hips up, positioning himself at her entrance. She sank onto him slowly.
She was slick from Dante's mouth and the lube. Mateo's entered her easily, then they were flush. He filled her completely.
His eyes stayed on her. His hands steady on her hips, thumbs stroking slow arcs against her skin.
Arms looped around his neck. Her cheek brushed the rough edge of his stubble; “Hi,” she whispered, the single syllable blooming warm in her throat and fanning outward through her chest, her belly, right down to where he filled her.
“Hi.” Mateo’s answering grin was slow and sure, heat without hurry.
They didn't move. Their sternums pressed together until her racing heartbeat settled into his unhurried thump. Warmth spread, until she felt boneless and full all at once. Her nipples peaked against her shirt. Mateo's gaze tracked down, then back up to her face, his expression shifting, hunger sharpening it. His hands flexed under the fabric.
Her hips made the first shallow rock. Small movements at first. She set the rhythm and he followed, letting her take what she wanted.
His mouth moved to her ear. "You're beautiful when you're greedy."
Her face went hot. She looked at him. He looked back. Held her like wanting was the whole point.
Then Jax's voice behind her. "May I?"
The nervous flutter in her ribs spiked, circuitry going live. She looked over her shoulder at him. Dark eyes, patient, lube-slick fingers held carefully away from her skin. She nodded once, “Yes.”
