It was hard to even get enough leverage to suck him, much less the will to move like I wanted to.
My feeble attempts at pleasing him demonstrated my inexperience, and there was unexpected tenderness in his gaze, one big hand coming up to cup my face.
A sweet contrast to the filthy image of him filling my mouth.
“You’re new to this,” Jonathan said. “Breathe, angel. Relax.”
As if to encourage me, Devin’s clever tongue boldly swept through my folds then.
I felt a molten wave of pleasure from my head to my toes, and my body turned to jelly.
Jonathan eased himself further into my mouth, nearing the back of my throat. I gagged a little, and again he smoothed back my hair from my face as if to encourage me.
I had no time to adjust to the new sensations before Devin was giving me more.
In the next second, he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my pussy, making me moan low in my chest. Jonathan let out a little hiss, pleased by the feeling of that vibration around his cock.
Meanwhile, Devin continued licking my most intimate folds like he knew their every nerve ending, feasting on my pleasure as Alex’s strong hands found my breasts.
The world shifted at the first teasing stroke of Devin’s tongue against my sensitive, straining clit. It wasn’t enough. I bucked my hips up to meet him, my hand finding its way to the back of his head, reveling in the softness of his buzzed hair as I urged him to take more, give more pressure.
All the while, Jonathan was starting to move, thrusting his hips forward in careful, short strokes that felt deliciously sinful.
He wasfuckingmy mouth, using me for his own pleasure, just as Alex massaged my breasts and tweaked my nipples, a little rough, heightening every delicious spark of pleasure until I was certain I couldn’t take any more.
But Devin’s mouth was talented and unrelenting.
As if he knew better than I did that Icouldtake more, he enveloped my clit with his gorgeous, wet lips, sucking it just right so that in what felt like seconds and hours and a century of bliss, my body had no choice but to crash over another tidal wave of an orgasm. It was more intense than before, needier, my empty pussy spasming, longing to be filled again.
Even as the satisfaction took over, it wasn’t enough. I needed so much. I needed all three of these men to give me more.
In the overwhelming sensations, I lost all control over myself, moaning wildly again around Jonathan’s thick head, losing suction so he slipped out of my mouth.
The strangled sounds I made rang through the room. Unfamiliar, but more erotic than I thought I could ever be. How was it possible that hearing my own pleasure made me wetter than ever?
“Your mouth is so sweet, angel,” I heard Jonathan pant, “but you’ve got a lot to learn.” Another rough tug on my hair that made me whimper, another hard kiss as if to soften the criticism. I was too blissed out to feel embarrassed.
“We can teach her,” Alex declared. A delicious, hard pinch to one of my nipples made me cry out, and my eyes went to his clothed body, searching for glimpses of his skin. From below, I saw his wicked smirk. “She seems eager to learn.”
Before I could confirm or deny it, Devin plunged a finger inside my wet heat, letting out a growl as he devoured me like a man starved. Oh,fuck.
He wanted me to come again, or else he got so much of his own pleasure from ravaging my pussy that he couldn’t stop.
He followed every buck of my hips, and when I glanced down my own naked body to meet his green eyes, there was a fiery possession in them.
I watched him suck hard at my lips, stretch them as he pulled back, let go.
Christ, the sight was more depraved than anything I’d ever seen.
And with the full picture—Jonathan moving in to suckle and savor my left breast, Alex starting to undo some of his clean-cut buttons until I saw his slim, gleaming chest and a streak of gold that trailed down to his still-covered erection—hell, I’d have fantasy fodder for weeks. The rest of my life, even.
“Fuck, I could stay licking this pussy all night,” Devin growled between my thighs. He blew a stream of cool air over my clit, then followed it with more wet heat, and I gasped.
Alex’s zipper, the metallic sound of it coming down, split my attention.
Glacier blue eyes met mine as he palmed himself through dark boxer-briefs over my head. He raised one eyebrow, communicating wordlessly,You want this?
“Green,” I let myself squeak out. Suddenly, I needed to see him, to marvel at how hard he was for me, if only to prove that he was a flesh-and-blood man and not some icy automatonprogrammed just to finger-fuck me into my first orgasm with a partner.
