“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Stand.”
Kyzen chuckles at the command in my tone and he takes that as his opportunity to replace his fingers with his dick. He buries himself inside of me, rocking me forward. If not for Amick, I would’ve flown off the ottoman.
One hand steadies me, while the other frees himself from his pants. A sense of excited nerves flutters down our souls, and I tilt my neck back to look at him.
Oh fuck me.
I can tell just by the look in his eyes.
He’s never had his dick sucked.
A possessive warmth engulfs me. The thought alone has heat blazing through my blood and I can’t help but meet Kyzen thrust for thrust.
“Fuck my mouth, Amick.”
That damn feral glint he gets in his eye when he wants me shines down at me and I prepare myself. He goes from a composed god to a man possessed anytime it comes to my pleasure. It seems he can flip the switch when it comes to his as well.
Kyzen slows his pace as Amick pinches my chin, opening my mouth for me, and slides between my lips a few inches.
Wordlessly, the two of them find their rhythm, and before I know it, two more men are joining in to drive me mad.
I try as hard as I can to focus on how I’m sucking Amick’s dick, but there’s so much stimulation going on. All concerns of keeping my tears, gags, filthy moans, and saliva contained go flying out the window.
Creed uses some of my mess to wet his finger and when he circles it around my asshole, I damn near suck the skin off Amick with my gasp.
Riven’s mouth comes off my nipple with a chuckle, and his finger replaces Creed’s at my clit.
“Easy, Thayla. I’m getting you familiar with the feeling. I won’t push past your muscle.” Creed groans, deep and restrained.
I exhale as best as I can through my nose and give myself over to having literally every pleasure point on my body being touched.
“That’s it, angel. Give your pleasure to us. Fuck, you look so gods damn stunning right now.” I shiver as Riven pinches a nipple and my clit at the same time.
“She’s choking my cock. She likes this, brothers. Don’t you, little goddess? You fucking love having all your men do as they please to you.”
Valories, I do. So much.
“She’s quite literally choking on mine.”
The husky pitch in Amick’s tone snatches my release through my body. I scream around him and the vibrations in the back of my throat tug him right over the edge with me. I drink every ounce of him down.
Kyzen’s bruising grip on my hips tightens as he pounds into me a few more times, then holds himself steady and his cum fills me up.
Foreheads and hands lay against me as I crumble onto the ottoman. All that echoes around the living room is our heavy breaths and I swear, pounding hearts.
We sit like that for a long minute before a small laugh tumbles from my lips.
“What’s so funny?” Kyzen asks as he lays a kiss on my thigh and stands.
“I don’t know how I got myself in this situation. I was just trying to distract Riven.”
“Oh, distract me, you did. Don’t you worry about that. Energy well spent.”
I chuckle again and close my eyes as he lays a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“One of you carry me to my bath. I can’t feel my legs.”
Creed gets to me first, which, honestly, it should be his ass anyway. He made the biggest mess all over me. He obviously knows that’s what I’m thinking because he snorts and stares down at me as he carries me bridal style through the house.
