Misha leans in closer, guiding with calm intensity. “Now, slide your fingers inside her like this.” He demonstrates with two curled fingers, and Oliver follows, his fingers slipping into me as I gasp. “In and out, slow at first, then faster.” Oliver’s long fingers reach the perfect spot, and the sensation of him inside me, combined with the relentless teasing of my clit…
“Fuck.”
Through the pleasure-induced haze, I hear Grey chuckle into my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and the sensation makes me squirm even more.
“Be a good girl for Oliver,” he whispers in my ear on a low rumble. “He’s such a good boy for you. Isn’t he?” I nod, feeling my face flush with heat at his words. Grey’s hands roam over my body, and his hardness presses against my ass. I find myself pressing back against him, seeking more of the sweet friction. “Use your words, baby,” Grey commands, a sharp contrast to the tender touch of his fingers.
“Yes,” I barely manage to say. “I love your mouth on me. It’s amazing, Oliver.”
Oliver lets out a groan at my words, the vibration against my pussy an overload of the sensation that pushes me closer to the edge.
Misha chuckles, shaking his head as he watches us. “Come on, don’t get distracted,” he chides Oliver, who nips at my clit again.
I moan even louder than before, the sound filling the room and echoing off the walls.
“Tell him how good he makes you feel,” Grey commands, and I can hear the need in his words, the urgency that matches my own.
My hands instinctively move to Oliver’s hair, threading through the soft strands and pulling him closer, guiding him exactly where I need him most. “Mmm… that’s it. Shi-it, Ol—” My praise is cut short by a moan that overrides all coherent thought. “Oh God. It’s so good,” I say, my breath hitching and my thighs trembling.
Misha curses under his breath, and Grey’s hardness twitches against my ass. He shifts, releasing my thighs to adjust himself, but before I can move, his grip is back on my legs, tightening possessively.
“Are you close, baby?” Grey asks, his voice filled with need, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps against my neck.
“Yes…” I gasp, the word barely out of my mouth before I cry out again. “God, Oliver,please don’t stop.”
“That means keep the rhythm and pressure. Don’t change a fucking thing,” Misha commands, and I notice him squeezing his cock over his trousers. “Notice how she’s trembling? She’s so damn close.”
Oliver responds with a low, guttural growl, a sound of pure male satisfaction as he keeps doing his magic.
And then it hits me, a surge of pleasure so intense that it borders on pain, crashing over me like a wave. Now I’m almost pulling Oliver’s hair, pushing myself into his face as I ride out the orgasm, my body shaking with the force of it. Grey bites down on my neck at the same moment, and the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure sends me even higher.
“Don’t stop,” Misha instructs Oliver. “Get her through the pleasure.”
The waves of my orgasm start to subside, and I let out a whimper, my body going limp with satisfaction. Oliver finally pulls back, his ears red, his glasses slightly askew, his pupils blown. But I see pride in his eyes from the knowledge he’s the one who brought me to the peak.
And not through an AI this time.
“Kiss her,” Misha commands, and he doesn’t have to tell Oliver twice.
He sweeps in, his lips meeting mine with a tenderness that makes my heart hurt. I taste myself on his lips, and the realization sends a fresh jolt of desire straight through my core. When he pulls back, his eyes meet mine for a brief, vulnerable moment before Misha turns my head toward him.
Misha’s kiss is fierce and claiming, he’s undoubtedly tasting the aftermath of Oliver’s kiss, and I revel in the mingling of their flavors on my tongue.
“You’re addictive,” he murmurs against my lips, his dark eyes shining with admiration and something deeper—something that looks a lot like love.
Grey’s hand is on my face before his lips claim mine with a possessive fierceness. He tastes me as well, his tongue sweeping against mine with a dominance that makes my heart race. He presses his hardness up against me, a silent promise, and I arch back into him, craving the connection.
When we finally break apart, I glance around and find all three of them watching me, hunger clear in their eyes. Their gazes are filled with desire and adoration, and a wave of emotion surges inside me, almost overwhelming.
Yes, I want all of them.
But all of them at once?
The thought is both thrilling and terrifying, a leap into the unknown that I’m not entirely sure I’m prepared for.
Grey’s strong arms lift me effortlessly, and I let out a soft gasp as he places me gently on the bed. His eyes lock with mine, a playful glint in them as he starts undressing down to his boxer briefs with a deliberate, teasing slowness. My heart races, not just from the sight of him but from the realization that Oliver and Misha are following suit.
Oliver’s eyes meet mine as he undresses, a warm, reassuring smile on his lips.
