“That,” he rasps, “was only the beginning.”
My entire body flares hot again.
Zane is the first to move. His hands, still firm at my waist, slide up until his fingers brush the hem of my top. He waits, eyes locked on mine, asking without speaking. I nod. I nod so fast.
Finn lets out a quiet, wrecked sound behind me, his palms sweeping under my thighs to lift me just enough for Ryder to tug my skirt down, inch by inch, breath catching every time more skin is revealed. They’re not rushing. They’re savoring. Undressing me like it’s part of the worship.
Zane pulls my shirt over my head, his lips brushing my shoulder as it passes. Finn’s fingers trace the new bare skin at my ribs, gentle, afraid I’ll vanish if he presses too hard. I reachfor him. My fingers curl into the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward. He stills, eyes snapping to mine, hunger and disbelief tangled together. When I pull again, firmer this time, he lifts his arms and lets me peel him out of it. He looks at me like I just set him on fire.
Zane steps closer, and I turn to him next. His buttons are small, neat, maddening. I undo them one by one, my hands trembling, his breath growing shorter with every inch of skin I uncover. When I push his shirt off his shoulders, he swallows hard and cups the back of my neck, resting his forehead against mine like he needs the contact to stay upright.
Ryder is last. He doesn’t say a word when I reach for the hem of his jumper. He simply lifts his arms and lets me pull the thick knit upward, revealing the warm, solid lines of his body beneath. When the sweater hits the floor, he takes my hand, pressing it flat against his chest so I can feel how fast he’s breathing.
Now there’s nothing between us but heat and want and the trembling edge of restraint.
Zane claims my mouth then, his kiss deep and consuming, tasting the sounds he pulled from me. I melt into him, too wrung out to hide how desperate I still am.
Ryder’s hands slide around my hips from behind, pulling me back against the heat of him. His breath shudders out against my shoulder as he presses in close, guiding my hips with a powerful grind that makes my knees wobble.
Finn’s forehead rests against my temple, his thumb stroking my cheek, his words a low whisper that curls as smoke down my spine.
“Aurora,” he breathes, “we’re not done with you.”
My body answers before I can. A soft, helpless sound. A tremor. A want so sharp it feels like hunger.
“You’re ready for me now,” Ryder growls, and the hunger in his voice makes me clench all over again.
Finn strokes my hair back, his eyes dark and intense.
“Easy, Aurora,” he whispers, kissing my forehead before lowering his lips to mine, softer than Zane, deeper than Ryder. His calm steadiness just makes me want to break for him even harder.
And then Ryder pushes.
The thick head of his cock nudges into me, stretching me open, filling me until I cry out against Finn’s lips.
“Oh my…” I gasp, nails clawing at Zane’s shoulders as Ryder sinks in deeper, deeper, until I can feel him everywhere.
My body clenches around him, trying to take him all in.
“That’s it,” Zane mutters, dragging my hand down to his cock, pressing it against the heat of my mouth. “Open up for me.”
I obey without hesitation, wrapping my lips around him, moaning as Ryder starts to thrust inside me, each push shoving me forward on Zane’s length. My throat works around him, my body milks Ryder, and I’m drowning in it.
Finn groans low, watching, stroking himself as his free hand tweaks my nipple until I’m whimpering around Zane’s cock.
“She’s perfect,” Finn breathes.
Ryder pounds harder, his hips slamming into me, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the room. Zane grips my hair tighter, plunging into my mouth in time with Ryder’s thrusts, both ends of me filled until my eyes water, until I can’t even think.
And then Finn moves behind me, his fingers pressing lower, slick with my wetness. He circles my tightest place, teasing, stretching me gently as Ryder fucks me hard from behind.
“Oh, shit, Finn,” I moan around Zane, choking as the sensation spikes higher, sharper.
My body jerks, overwhelmed, begging for more.
Finn’s breath is ragged against my ear. “I want you, too, Aurora. Let me in.”
The thought alone makes me gush around Ryder’s cock.
