Somehow, at my simple cue, Alexei’s ice turned to fire.
As if to reward me for speaking out at last, he surprised me not by unsheathing his throbbing cock, but by finally coming down to kiss my mouth.
God, had he really not even kissed me yet? Amidst all the pleasure, the many moving parts of the whole erotic scene, I hadn’t noticed yet the way this sleek, polished man held himself at arm’s length.
His lips weren’t cool or stiff like I’d expect, but shockingly hot, skillfully overwhelming mine with a fluid, sensuous kiss that made me dizzy.
But it didn’t last long, and when he pulled away, his eyes were cold again, and his hand found mine.
A little forcefully, he jerked my wrist then molded my fingers around his now-bare cock.
“First lesson,” Alex told me through gritted teeth, right next to my ear. He guided my hand up and down his shaft in painfully slow strokes. “That’s it. You’ve got to play along, angel. You can’t just lie there and take it.”
I didn’t want to, but how was I supposed to think, much less control my body? I was surrounded by masculine lust and power, shaking with the overwhelm of it, trying to focus on every detail at once.
Jonathan’s rigid cock sliding against my leg as he took his time licking, palming, even nipping at my breasts; the heat and silk ofAlex’s uncut manhood in my hand, and the thrill of his fingers guiding mine on exactly how he liked to be stroked.
And all the while, Devin’s greedy tongue wringing out every drop of pleasure from the pool of need at my core.
“You taste like heaven and sin,” Devin moaned, as if hearing my thoughts.
The unashamed sensuality of it was shocking.
I had no idea men could experience the level of mind-melting lust that always overtook me right as I came—the only time I’d ever been out of control enough to let myself make that sort of sound.
But Devin seemed made for this level of raw passion, and in seconds I was surprised into another seismic climax, hard and fast, when he massaged his slippery tongue over my clit.
“You’ve tasted enough,” Jonathan’s hard tone made the world shift, then my pussy wasn’t being eaten anymore and I wanted to sob, beg for the return.
Instead, I felt a hard, shocking smack, heard the wetness of the collision of Jonathan’s large hand against my folds.
I yelped, part in pain, part in surprise—the latter from the action itself and the added rush of lust it sent through me. “Frankie, you’re doing so well, taking all of this pleasure. You’ve come so pretty for us.”
“Fucking gorgeous,” Devin agreed, sloppily kissing my neck as he took up the spot Jonathan had been occupying at my side.
Jonathan was fully naked and had moved into position at the end of the mattress, on his knees in front of me.
Finally, I could see the gorgeous dark ink design that went over his chest, his right arm—a tribal-esque pattern that swam in my vision.
There was silver in the thick, once-dark hair on his gorgeous chest. Even some shining threads of it in the dark bramble at the base of his insistent cock.
God, if anyone was gorgeous, it was this sight. Jonathan grinned like a predator observing his prey and went on, “I think it’s about time you get more, don’t you?”
As if to answer his own question, that thick member pressed insistently against my entrance, not even going inside but stretching my outer muscles all the same.
I gasped, wriggled, felt my hips scoot down closer, urging him in. It was involuntary. My body demanded this natural, primal act to happen even as my mind feared it.
The intimacy. The newness. The pain.
Devin laughed, nipped at my earlobe. “Yeah, I think she’s dying for it.”
“And she’ll get it,” Jonathan assured me. His eyes traced over every inch of me—from the glistening pussy his cock slid against in a lazy, devious rhythm, to my breasts, which I felt must be covered in love bites and bruises by now.
He even watched my hand, still moving slowly, so slowly over Alex’s cock.
I felt Alex’s hand squeeze mine, urging it to stay where it was, as it moved up my body, between my breasts.
He gripped my throat. Squeezed the sides of it.
