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The sensation of all three of them touching me at once is almost too much.

Every nerve ending feels like it's on fire, pleasure building in waves that keep surging and growing.

Russ's tongue works magic between my legs while Alex's hands and mouth worship my breasts, and Nick's kiss swallows every moan and gasp that escapes me.

When Russ finally pulls back, I'm trembling and desperate.

He positions himself at my entrance, and I feel the familiar stretch as he pushes inside.

The angle is different with Alex and Nick still touching me, still kissing me, and it makes everything more intense.

Russ sets a steady rhythm, his hips moving as he fills me completely. Alex's mouth moves from my breasts to my ear, his voice low and rough as he tells me how beautiful I look, how perfect I feel.

Nick's hand slides down my body to where Russ is moving inside me, his fingers finding my clit and adding pressure that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

The orgasm hits me hard and fast, my body clenching around Russ as pleasure crashes through me in waves.

I cry out, the sound muffled by Nick's mouth on mine, and feel Russ's rhythm falter as he follows me over the edge.

But they're not done with me.

As Russ pulls out, Alex is already moving into position, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wider.

He enters me in one smooth thrust, and the sensation is different, more controlled and precise.

He knows exactly what angle to hit, exactly how much pressure to apply, and within minutes I'm building toward another orgasm.

Nick moves behind me, propping me up against his chest so Alex has better access.

His hands roam my body, touching everywhere he can reach, while Russ recovers beside us and watches with obvious appreciation.

The combination of Alex's controlled thrusts and Nick's possessive touches pushes me over the edge again, and I come with a cry that echoes through the small bedroom.

I'm panting and gasping, trying to catch my breath while my body hums and throbs.

Alex follows moments later, his grip on my thighs tightening as he finds his release.

When he pulls out, I'm boneless and trembling, but Nick isn't finished.

He positions me on my hands and knees, his large hands gripping my hips as he enters me from behind. The angle is deeper, more intense, and I can feel every inch of him as he moves. I didn't think I could get close again, not after the orgasms I'd just had, but damn if these men don't know what they're doing, playing my body like a well-tuned fiddle.

Russ and Alex watch from either side, their hands stroking my skin, their mouths finding mine in turn. The sensation of being filled by Nick while the other two touch and kiss me is overwhelming in the best possible way. When Nick's hand slides around to find my clit, applying firm pressure, I come apart for the third time, my body shaking with the force of it.

Nick follows with a low groan, his fingers digging into my hips as he empties himself inside me. When he finally pulls out, I collapse onto the bed, completely spent and unable to move.

All three of them lie beside me, their bodies warm against mine, and for a long moment, no one speaks. I can feel their hands still touching me gently, possessively, like they're claiming ownership of every inch of my skin.

As my breathing slowly returns to normal and reality starts to creep back in, one thought dominates my mind.

I can't believe I just had sex with all three of my one-night-stands at the same time.

13

MARLA

I wake up tangled in sheets that smell like expensive cologne mixed with sex, and panic hits me like a freight train. My body is pleasantly sore and despite my panic, I feel more relaxed than I have in a long time.

For a disorienting moment, I can't remember where I am.