Dylan goes impossibly harder beneath me, and he inhales sharply against my neck.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Anita…”
Mason’s nostrils flare, his eyes turning almost black. “You smell incredible.” He’s groping his cock over his pants.
Dylan’s mouth is in my ear. “How about we put out your flame a bit? I bet you’re hurting right now. Aching for us.”
“What? No, I—” But then I groan because his hand slides along the side of my breast over my shirt, and the sensation shoots straight between my legs.
“Oh, you’re in absolutely no position to train right now,” Mason says, grinning wickedly from where he’s still kneeling in front of us. “Look at you. Trembling. Desperate.”
“We could help,” Dylan murmurs against my neck.
“We should—” I try to protest, try to be rational, but nothing comes out.
But Dylan’s lips are on my neck now, kissing and sucking, and it’s so unfair how good it feels.
“I have no control around you four,” I gasp out. “It’s not normally like this.”
“We know,” Dylan says against my skin. “And we fucking adore that about you.”
Mason’s hands are on my ankles, and Dylan starts closing his legs slowly, bringing mine together as well.
“Wait, what are you?—”
“Trust us,” Mason says, his hands sliding up my calves, my thighs. His fingers find the elastic of my leggings and underwear. “Lift up for me, beautiful.”
I shouldn’t. We should stop this. We have actual work to do.
But Dylan’s hands are on my waist, lifting me slightly, and I find myself shuffling to give Mason access, helping him slide my pants and underwear down and off completely.
“That’s our girl,” Dylan murmurs approvingly.
Then he splayed his legs wide again, taking mine with them, and I’m completely exposed.
Mason is there, kneeling between my spread thighs, looking absolutely wild and feral, and his fingers are already on me.
“So wet,” he breathes, sliding two fingers through my folds. “God, Anita. You’re soaked.”
“I told you,” I say. “I can’t help it. Something’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Dylan says, his hands sliding under my shirt from behind, pushing up my bra to access my breasts. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”
His fingers find my nipples, rolling and plucking, and I arch back against him with a moan.
“Lift her hips for me just a bit,” Dylan says to Mason.
Mason obeys immediately, his hands gripping under my thighs and lifting me up slightly.
Dylan is shifting behind me, the rustle of fabric, and then I feel him positioning himself at my back entrance, his huge cock out.
“Dylan, I—” I gasp.
“Let me know if it’s too much, gorgeous,” he says, pressing the tip against me. “Just breathe.”
It’s in that moment that Mason’s fingers slide inside me, curling expertly, and I cry out.
Dylan pushes the tip of his cock slowly into my ass, giving me time to adjust. It’s my first time taking anyone there, and I tense instinctively.
