Their bodies instinctively strain toward the sound of my voice, desperate for a connection they can’t yet have. Even blindfolded, they’re far from powerless—but in this moment, they’re entirely at my mercy, and the thrill of it sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
I relish the power I hold over them, the way they’re teetering on the edge, waiting for me to give them what they crave. “Remember this,” I murmur, leaning in. “Remember how it feels to be on the other side, to be the ones who are seen.”
I sink to my knees in front of them, the soft carpet beneath me, the three men I love before me, their cocks hard and ready for my touch, my taste. Reaching out, my fingers brush against the hot, smooth skin of their shafts, starting with Grey and Oliver. Their breaths catch as I wrap my hands around them, stroking gently while I lean forward to take Misha into my mouth. His cock is thick and warm, and the sensation of him fills my senses completely. The taste of him, combined with the heat and tension in the room, is intoxicating.
I move my mouth up and down, my tongue swirling around the head of Misha’s cock, teasing the sensitive underside as my hands continue their rhythmic strokes on Grey and Oliver. The sounds of their pleasure fill the air—low, guttural growls from Misha and sharp, ragged breaths from Oliver.
After a few moments, I switch, my lips sliding off Misha and moving to Oliver while my hand takes over where my mouth just was. Oliver tenses under my touch, his hips bucking as he struggles to maintain control. Misha’s cock throbs in my grip as I give him the attention he craves.
I pause, letting go of them, and glance up, my eyes locking onto their blindfolded faces, and I feel a thrill at the sight of them like this.
Grey’s breath hitches impatiently, and in one swift motion, he tears off his blindfold, his intense eyes locking onto mine. “Fuck it,” he groans out, his hand moving to the back of my head, fingers tangling possessively in my hair as he guides my mouth to his cock. I start to suck him while my hands reach out to Oliver and Misha, stroking them in tandem.
The others follow suit, their blindfolds falling away as they watch me, their eyes dark and smoldering with lust. The intensity of their gazes, hot and hungry, only fuels my own desire, sending a rush of heat through me, leaving me dripping. The weight of their need is heavy as they devour the sight of me with their stares.
The way they respond to my touch, the way they surrender to the pleasure I’m giving them, is beyond intoxicating. It’s empowering.
Their moans grow louder, more desperate, filling the room, and I revel in it. This is exactly where I want them—completely undone, driven to the edge…
… and entirely mine.
“Hold your cocks together,” I instruct, and am surprised when they do as I say, their hands overlapping as they present themselves to me, their cocks lined up in a row.
I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight. Leaning forward, my tongue darts out to lick along each head, teasing and tasting. My hands stroke their thighs, my fingers exploring their skin.
Their groans of pleasure are music to my ears, and I look up at them as I continue to work them with my hands and my tongue.
“Baby,” Grey rasps, his voice filled with awe and desperation. “You’re so damn beautiful like this.”
Oliver’s touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he maps out the freckles scattered across my shoulders and chest with his fingertips. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core, and I grow hotter with every caress.
My tongue flicks over the heads of their cocks, my lips sealing around one and then another, my hands never ceasing their movement. I can feel their release building, their cocks growing impossibly harder against my tongue.
But just as I feel Grey’s cock twitch against my palm, Misha’s voice cuts through the haze of desire. “Stop,” he commands in a strained tone. “I’m already too close, and I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your pussy… preferably at the same time as Ollie.”
I release their cocks, looking up to meet Misha’s gaze, his dark eyes burning with desire. A slow, mischievous smile spreads across my face as I rise to my feet. “Great minds think alike,” I murmur, leaning in to peck his lips.
“Great minds fuck each other,” Misha quips with a grin, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me into a deeper, more passionate kiss. His other hand trails down my back, gripping my ass possessively.
When he lets go of me, I feel a playful slap on my other cheek, making me squeal.
“Grey!” I protest, but there’s a smile on my lips as he grips my hips and guides me toward the bed. Then, with a mischievous grin, he tosses me onto it, and I bounce on the soft mattress.
He climbs onto the bed, crawling toward me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Now, where were we?” he murmurs as his hands find my thighs, spreading them apart as he settles between them.
Oliver and Misha join us on the bed, their hands roaming over my body in tandem with Grey’s. I arch off the bed as they touch me, tease me, drive me wild with desire.
“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for. I just know that I need more, need them to fill the ache inside me.
Grey chuckles, his fingers tracing the outline of my pussy. “Who’s impatient now, huh?” he teases, but there’s a gentleness in his touch that belies his words.
His fingers dip inside me the same time his mouth finds my clit, and I gasp at the sudden intrusion. He strokes me slowly, building up the tension, sucking on me. Oliver and Misha each take a breast in their mouths, their tongues swirling around my nipples in time with Grey’s movements.
The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself hurtling toward the edge.
“Grey, I?—”
Grey doesn’t stop. He continues his relentless assault on my senses, his fingers moving inside me with expert precision while his tongue teases my clit. I cling to the others, my fingers digging into their shoulders as I cry out. My body convulses around Grey’s fingers, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I fall apart beneath them.
