He continues moving, slow and careful, and each time his hips meet mine it feels better, the pleasure growing. My body adjusts, accommodates him, and soon I’m meeting him thrust for thrust, greedy for more.
Oberon’s watching, stroking himself harder and harder. Ashton is standing, hand moving fast, eyes locked on the place where Cassius and I are joined. Sylvian has his hand wrapped around his naked cock, but he’s not moving, just holding, as if the act of watching is enough.
Cassius picks up the pace, and I can feel another orgasm building, deeper than the last. He whispers to me the whole time, about how beautiful I am, how good I feel, how he’s never wanted anyone like this. The words drive me higher, and when I come, it’s so intense I think I might black out. It’s an explosion of pleasure that sends every nerve inside of me screaming with pleasure, and makes every muscle in my body tense. I clencharound him, and he groans, losing control. He thrusts harder, faster, and then he’s coming too, hips jerking, spilling his seed inside me.
He collapses on top of me, shaking, and I wrap my arms around his back, holding him close. Not wanting to ever lose this moment. Not wanting to ever lose him.
For a minute, all I can hear is the storm outside, and the sound of four men trying to catch their breath. My gaze slides to them, and I’m shocked to see their massive dicks clenched hard in their hands, their white seed sliding down their lengths. I lick my lips for reasons I don’t understand and feel the strangest thrill that just watching me did that to them.
Cassius lifts his head and kisses me, softer now, reverent.
“Are you okay?” he asks, voice thick.
“I’m better than okay,” I say, and I mean it.
Oberon stands and walks to the bed, kneeling beside us. He strokes my hair, so gentle it almost makes me cry.
“You did good,” he says, and there’s real pride in his voice. “You both did.”
Ashton flops onto the bed next to me, sweaty and flushed. “Can’t believe you lasted that long, Cass,” he teases.
Cassius smiles, a little dazed. “Neither can I.”
Sylvian climbs onto the bed last, squeezing between Ashton and I. He presses himself against my side, while Ashton grumbles behind him. He nuzzles my hair, and his chest is warm and solid against my side.
I lie there, surrounded, sated, and think,I could get used to this.
“Does it always feel like that?” I ask, voice small.
Cassius kisses my neck. “No. Only with you.”
I laugh, tears pricking my eyes.
“I love you,” I say, not even embarrassed.
He says it back, and the others murmur their agreement, each in their own way.
The words settle over the bed like something sacred. Cassius says them back immediately, low and certain, and the others echo him in their own ways, voices rough with warmth and exhaustion and something so deep it makes my chest ache.
For a while, none of us move. We stay tangled together in the enormous bed, the fire crackling softly nearby while hands continue to drift lazily over skin and fingers lace with mine.
The room feels warm. Safe. Full in a way I never knew life could be.
And as their voices rise around me again, teasing and soft and utterly content, I realize I don’t want this night to end at all.
12
Slyvian
The bed feels too small for all of us. Or maybe it’s just that I’m too aware of every inch of it.
Alette is beside me, nothing but the blanket pulled loosely over her, the soft rise and fall of it drawing my attention in ways I should be better at controlling. Her hair spills across the pillow, her skin still warm, still flushed, and I have to actively stop myself from staring.
It’s not enough.
Being this close is not enough.
Behind me, Ashton shifts, the heat of him a constant presence at my back, a reminder that I’m not the only one feeling this. Across from us, Cassius lies on her other side, his focus quieter, steadier, but no less intense. Oberon is just beyond him, a solid, unmoving weight in the space, watching everything without needing to say a word.
