“Speak for yourself.” Callum bites my shoulder, and the sharp pressure sends heat straight to my core.
Silas moves in front of me, and suddenly I’m boxed in. Surrounded. Water streams over all of us, slicking our skin together.
There are six hands and three mouths on my body, everywhere at once.
I can’t track who’s touching where. My brain can’t process fast enough. There’s pressure on my hips—Callum’s fingers digging in possessively. Hands cupping my breasts—Evan’s thumbs already circling my nipples. And Silas’s palm sliding down my stomach, lower, teasing.
Someone’s fingers slide between my thighs. I gasp, and Callum swallows the sound with a kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, tasting like coffee and want, while his hands—Evan’s, I think—squeeze my breasts.
The pressure builds everywhere. In my chest. Between my legs. Behind my eyes.
Silas drops to his knees. My eyes fly open.
He looks up at me, water dripping down his face, darkening his hair. His eyes are almost black in this light. “Hold onto Callum.”
I grip Callum’s shoulders because my legs won’t hold me otherwise. His skin is hot and slick under my palms.
Silas spreads my thighs wider. His mouth finds my center without hesitation, and the first contact of his tongue against my clit buckles my knees.
“Oh God?—”
“No God here, Red.” Callum’s grin is wicked against my lips. “Just us. Just three men who know exactly how to make you come.”
Evan’s fingers roll my nipples while Silas’s tongue circles my clit. The dual sensations war in my nervous system, and I can’t decide which to focus on.
Callum holds me up. “I’ve got you. We all do.”
Silas adds two fingers, curling immediately. He knows exactly where to press, where to thrust. The stretch is perfect, just enough to remind me he’s there, claiming me from the inside.
“She’s already dripping.” Silas pulls back just enough to speak, his breath ghosting over my sensitive flesh. “Your pussy is soaked, and we’ve barely touched you. Clenching around my fingers already like you can’t get enough.”
“Damn right.” Callum’s hand slides into my hair, tilting my head back so he can watch my face. His grip is firm enough to sting. “Look at you. We haven’t even fucked you yet. Your pussy’s begging for us, for our cocks.”
Evan’s mouth finds my neck. His teeth scrape, and he smiles against my pulse point when it jumps. “You like having all of us touch you at once?”
I can’t answer. Silas’s tongue flattens against me, and I’m too close. Everything is happening so fast. My thighs start quivering, and my muscles are jumping with the effort of staying upright.
“Answer him.” Callum’s grip tightens in my hair, pulling just hard enough to send tingles across my scalp.
“Yes.” The word breaks. “Yes, I love it.”
“That’s our girl,” Silas murmurs against my center before sucking my clit into his mouth.
That does it.
The orgasm rips through me. My thighs clamp around Silas’s head, and Callum has to hold me upright. The pleasure crashes in waves, each one stronger than the last. My core clenches rhythmically around Silas’s fingers, and the sensation spreads to my spine, my fingertips, everywhere.
Silas doesn’t let up. He works me through every pulse until I’m quivering, oversensitive, trying to pull away and press closer at the same time.
When he finally pulls back, his mouth is wet, and his eyes are dark. Satisfied.
“One,” he says.
Callum laughs. “You keeping count?”
“Someone has to.”
My legs are still unsteady with the aftershocks rolling through me every few seconds.
