Warmth from Lix’s kiss on my cheek and his whispered “morning, beautiful,” and humor from Stan’s smirking lips on my clit as he mumbles, “g’morning, gorgeous, mind giving me something to drink?”
It makes my chest tighten in a way I don’t bother analyzing, as Stan gets a giggle out of me that I can’t stop.
“That’s good too, but I’d love to make you squirt, Em,” he says, kissing my clit before twirling his tongue around it the way Idris is instructing him too.
I moan, muffled as soon as Lix kisses me again. He parts my lips with his darting tongue, tangling it with mine.
My hand slides into Lix’s hair. Each strand feels silky between my fingers. They thread through his hair, learning its length the way I learn everything else about Lix.
I deepen the kiss, pulling him toward me. He follows my lead without needing direction, his mouth adjusting to mine. When I tilt my head, he follows. When I still, he waits.
By his nape, I pull him closer, feeling the slight tension in his neck give way as he yields. His hand wraps around my hip, heat spreading through from where Stan continues to lick me.
Blissful moments later, Lix retreats, sitting up to stare at Stan, who’s tapping his shoulder.
Stan lifts his head, mouth shining, and gray eyes intent as he makes a motion with his thumb for Lix to go behind him.
Lix tilts his head back, glaring at Stan, but he still moves to kneel behind the grinning man.
Idris passes Lix a new bottle of lubricant that Lix twists open and rips the tab off with his teeth before slathering two fingers.
Stan can hardly contain himself, grin widening, as he gets into position. On his hands and knees, he faces me, his tongue sticking out to keep lapping at my wetness.
A mewl leaves my lips as my head rolls to the side in time to see Idris crawl up to me for kisses. Where Lix let me lead, Idris doesn’t, but I don’t mind at all. He cradles my cheeks with both hands, oddly trembling.
I want to check on him. I want to ask, but with Stan’s mouth on my dripping core, and hearing and feeling him groan as Lix takes him from behind—it’s all far too much for me not to go over the edge in the next minute.
The sensation builds in my abdomen. I roll my hips, faster and faster, nearing release.
Stan’s tongue moves to lick my center, leaving my clit wanting. But as soon as it’s free from Stan’s tongue, Idris’ slickened fingers find it, rubbing roughly while he hums against my trembling mouth.
“Emira,” he whispers, then licks the drool from my lips.
Without my glasses on, my view becomes blurrier when I reach my peak with a loud cry into the open air.
Closing my eyes, I move my hips back, but Stan’s strong arms grabme by the thighs and hold me under his unrelenting tongue.
At least Idris withdraws his fingers. I can hear him lick them clean with the slurping sounds he makes. My ears also pick up on the sounds of Lix’s heavy breaths, his hips smacking against Stan’s back, while Stan himself moans into my mound, until he tries to speak.
“Lix—I’m so close—” The words seem to shred his throat. “Harder. I can take it, babe.”
I blink my eyes open, heavy lids and wet lashes blurring the sight of Stan sitting up to stroke his shaft before he slips himself inside me.
He grits his teeth, groans restrained, as he creases his brows. He finishes, filling me with his hot seed.
“Good boy,” I whisper to him, admiring his exquisite physique.
“Fuck!” he shouts, sitting back on his heels while stroking himself some more.
Drops of his seed coat my stomach, which contracts with each deep breath I take.
Behind him, Lix pulls back, smirking at me, and then Idris, who lets out a short chuckle.
“That’s one way to start the day,” Idris says while we’re all trying to catch our breaths.
“It’s hardly over, Idris,” I whisper while rolling over to lie on my stomach.
He opens his mouth to speak, but his breath hitches once his cock’s in my mouth.
