“I’m dying here,” he adds.
He’s dying.Fuck.I’m the one dying here.
Linc mutters one word in my ear just as Wyatt sucks my clit all the way into his mouth, and I do just as Linc told me to. I come.
Thank goodness no one else is here because there would be no hiding the noises I’m making as the orgasm tears through me.
The intensity of it all has me wanting to let my eyes flutter closed, but I fight to keep my gaze trained on Kane through every peak and valley. He now has a death grip on the base of his cock, like he’s trying to keep himself from coming.
Linc and Wyatt slow their movements, but they continue to slowly work me through my orgasm until it gently fizzles away.
“Fuck,” I whimper, fully collapsing into Linc’s hold. The little strength I had remaining in my legs is now nonexistent.
Wyatt ghosts kisses over my hip and stomach before standing before me. “Watching you come is probably one of my favorite things in the whole world.” There’s a spark in his eyes that’s one part lust and one part awe. It is one-hundred-percent Wyatt, though, and it makes me smile.
“You making me come is probably one of my favorite things in the whole world,” I tell him with a relaxed smile.
“You ready for more?” Linc asks, lips gliding over my temple.
I shuffle my feet, finally able to support a little more of my own weight. My attention lands back on Kane as Wyatt shifts to the side.
I might be wrung out from the orgasm they just ripped from me, but I’m far from done. I’ve thought about Kane for three years, thinking I would never get a chance to be with him again.
This is my chance. You bet your ass I’m not going to fumble it. If I get one night with all of them, I’m going to make the best of it, shaky legs be damned.
I tilt my head to the side to look up at Linc. “Yeah, I am.”
He subtly nods, then kisses me. He’s fine to share me with two other men, but he doesn’t want me to forget about him.
How could I?That just isn’t possible, and this kiss is proof of that. I feel it through my entire body.
“Go,” he whispers as he pulls away.
I blink a few times, trying to regain my bearings. Seeing Kane with his sweatpants pulled down just enough to reveal his hard cock has me crawling up on the bed.
Something smacks against my left ass cheek, and I yelp in surprise. My head whips to look over my shoulder.
Wyatt is standing there with an expression that illustrates how unapologetic he is. His hand gently caresses the area he just hit.
“Really?” I ask.
“What?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders. “Your ass was right there. I couldn’t help myself.”
I roll my eyes, but I really want to smile. He didn’t spank me that hard, and honestly, it sent a zap of pleasure through me that ended right at my clit.
I’m shaking my head and smiling when I turn back to Kane, who still has his hand wrapped around himself. “Can I help you with that?” I ask.
“Please,” he says, gliding his tongue over his bottom lip.
I crawl farther up the bed until I’m kneeling between his spread thighs. I grab the waistband of his boxers and sweats and start to pull them down his legs.
He doesn’t act like anything is hurting him, but I still try to keep the fabric from rubbing on the healing scrapes on his leg.With the way he’s looking at me right now, it seems like his injuries are the least of his concerns.
Tossing the clothes off the bed, I dive right in.
“Oh… fuck,” Kane gasps as I swallow him down in one go.
His cock hits the back of my throat, but I keep going. My hand wraps around the base, working in tandem with my mouth.
