When I finally come back to myself, Maceo is standing, his lips glistening with my release, his hands on my waist, lifting me bridal-style into his arms. My head tips back, and Ezra’s mouth is on mine again, his kiss softer now, relishing. Lucien’s fingers trace the line of my jaw, his touch gentle, reverent, like I’m something to be worshipped.
Then Maceo carries me to the bed, laying me down like I’m his greatest treasure. Laid out naked in the middle of my bed, there’s no need to hide from these men. My insecurities, the need to shield what I once thought wasn’t good enough, it’s all gone. The way they look at me, with desire and hunger in theireyes, is all the proof I need. They are mine, and I am theirs. It doesn’t matter that I’ve only known them for such a short time. I think I knew them from the moment they rescued me from the side of the road.
Maceo is out of his clothes so fast it’s almost comical. His body is pure muscle, golden-brown skin glowing in the dim light, warm and smooth, breathtaking. He’s absolutely unbelievable, and so is his cock, thick and heavy, already glistening precum at the tip. He moves to the bottom of the bed and crawls toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. Ezra follows, tossing his clothes unceremoniously to the floor, removing his glasses last and placing them on the nightstand before he climbs onto the bed beside me. His hands skim over my skin, his touch is like fire, before he leans in to kiss me softly.
Lucien steps back for just a second, his eyes taking us all in as he undresses, his movements slow, deliberate. Then he joins us, his body warm against my other side, his fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so he can claim my mouth. His kiss is deep, hungry, his tongue strokes mine like he’s starving for me.
Maceo’s hands find my thighs, spreading them wide, a condom already between his teeth. Everything is happening so fast, but I don’t care. My brain is offline, my body hums with need, with want. “Mine,” he growls, his eyes locking onto mine for only a moment before I open my legs wider in invitation. There’s no hesitation left in me, if there ever was any doubt, it flew away a long time ago.
Maceo scoops my thighs up in the crook of his arms, and then he fills me in one slow, deep thrust. I gasp, my back arches, my fingers dig into Ezra’s chest, into Lucien’s arm. Maceo leans over me, his mouth finds mine, his kiss deep and hungry, and then he moves, his hips roll into me in a rhythm that has me seeing stars. “Oh. . .Oh, shit,” I gasp. My lips part, my breath hitches ashe works me over, my toes curl as his cock hits that sweet spot inside me.
Ezra’s mouth wraps around my nipple, sucking hard, his tongue teases each one, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
Lucien’s mouth finds my ear, his voice rough with want.“Oh, Sweetness. . .we’ve only just begun.”
Then Ezra slides his hand between Maceo and me, his fingers find my clit, circling fast, matching Maceo’s tempo. The dual sensations, Maceo’s cock stretching me, Ezra’s fingers working my clit, are almost too much. “I’m. . .I’m going to cum,” I cry out. My legs shake and my nails drag down Maceo’s back, leaving my marks behind.
Lucien’s mouth is on mine, his kiss soothing, reassuring, as he presses further into me, giving me his warmth. I gasp into his mouth as his hand pushes between Maceo and me, his fingers joining Ezra’s. Instead of brushing my clit, they both slide two fingers inside my pussy alongside Maceo’s cock, stretching me wide. The fullness is overwhelming, almost too much, but I don’t want it to stop.
“Look at you, Beautiful,” Maceo croons over me, his voice rough. “Taking us all inside of you.”
I’ve never felt so full. So wanted. So seen.
Maceo’s hips roll against mine, his rhythm steady, relentless, and Ezra’s and Lucien’s fingers work me in time with his thrusts. Lucien’s mouth is on my neck, his teeth graze my skin, sending spikes of pleasure through my body. My hands are everywhere, Ezra’s hair, Lucien’s face, Maceo’s shoulders, my body trembles, my breath comes in short, sharp gasps.
Then I cum again, my body convulses, my back arches off the bed as ecstasy crashes over me in waves. Maceo follows me over the edge, slamming into me once, twice, his body crushing mine as he cums.
The world narrows to the stretch of Maceo’s cock pulsing deep inside me, his groan vibrates against my collarbone. His weight presses me into the mattress, his breath hot against my skin, and for a heartbeat, everything is still. Then he kisses me, slow, deep, and I melt beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Ezra’s hands are still on me, his touch gentle now, tracing lazy circles over my ribs, my hips. Lucien’s fingers are in my hair, his thumb brushes my cheekbone, his eyes dark with something that makes my chest tighten.
Maceo pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, “You’re mine, Beautiful,” he growls, his voice rough with possession. “Ours.”
Before I can respond, Maceo slips free with a groan, the sudden emptiness pulls a soft whimper from me. Lucien’s hands slide around my waist, guiding me up and away from the mattress with impossible ease before settling me astride his lap. My breath hitches at the change of position, and I instinctively rock my hips against his hard length nestled beneath me.
“My turn, Sweetness,” he murmurs, winking at Ezra from over my shoulder.
I barely have time to process before he flips me like a rag doll onto my stomach, his hands grip my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. Ezra slides over beside me, his mouth finds mine, his kiss distracts me just enough that I don’t see Lucien move until his hands are on my thighs, fingers dancing over my skin until they rest on my ass.
“Gorgeous,” he says in awe before he parts my cheeks wide, his breath hot against my hole.
“Lucien—” I gasp, but the words die in my throat as his tongue circles my hole, slow and deliberate. My fingers reach out for Maceo’s, holding on to him for dear life, my back arches, pleasure coils tight in my belly as Lucien rims me.
“Fucking perfect,” Lucien says. He tongues my hole, darts inside giving it one last lick before his hands are on my hips, gripping me tight. I hear the sound of the condom wrapper, follow by the thick head of his cock pressing against my eager pussy. I whimper and curse, my body already aches for more.
“Hold on, Sweetness,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need.
Then he thrusts, taking me hard and fast. The sounds of skin slapping skin and whispered praises has me crying out, my fingers claw at the sheets. He’s bigger than Maceo, stretching me in a way that borders on pain, but it’s so good, that I push back against him, taking him deeper.
Ezra’s lips are on my breasts, sucking my nipples from underneath me. The pleasure is never ending. My moans are muffled by Maceo’s bruising kisses. Lucien’s fingers dig into my hips, he pounds into to me so hard, the bed creaks beneath us.
“Fuck, Keisha,” Lucien groans, his voice strained. “You feel incredible.”
I can’t respond, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter. Ezra’s mouth finds my ear, his voice a rough whisper. “You’re doing so well, my Marvel. Taking him so beautifully.”
Lucien’s hands slide up my back, his fingers tangle briefly in my braids before one arm wraps securely around my waist. He pulls me upright with effortless strength until my back presses against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside me. I gasp at the new angle, my head tips back onto his shoulder as one hand cups my breast, the other slides between my thighs finding my clit, where he taunts me with teasing circles.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with want. “Look at how they look at you. . .want you.”
