Page 58 of The Pakhans’ Curvy Prize

The question is serious despite the heat in his gaze. I could say yes right now and they'd stop. I know that with absolute certainty. But the word that comes out of my mouth is, "No."

"Good," Alex says, and then he's kissing me.

His mouth is firm and confident, his tongue sliding against mine, making my toes curl against the mattress. Behind me, Nick's hand slides under my shirt, his palm warm and calloused against my stomach. The contrast between his rough hands and gentle touch makes my breath catch. Russ's fingers trace patterns on my thigh, moving higher with each pass, his touch feather-light and maddening.

I'm being touched everywhere at once, and it's overwhelming in the best possible way. My heart pounds so hard I'm sure they can all feel it.

Alex pulls back just enough to tug my shirt over my head, and then his mouth is on my neck, my shoulder, and moving up to the curve of my breast. His lips are warm, his tongue tracing patterns that make me gasp. Nick's hands move to my back, unhooking my bra, his fingers brushing down my spine and I arch into him. Russ shifts lower, his lips brushing against my hipbone as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear.

Something shifts inside me. I'm tired of being the one who's always reacting, always responding to what they want. I want to take something for myself.

I push Alex back hard, catching him off guard. He falls against the pillows, surprise flashing across his face. Before any of them can react, I'm straddling him, my hands braced on his chest.

"My turn," I say.

Alex's brown eyes darken with interest. "Is that right?"

"Yes." I reach between us, guiding him inside me, and sink down in one smooth motion that makes us both groan.

For a moment, I'm in control. I set the pace, rolling my hips and taking what I need. Alex's hands grip my waist but he lets me move, lets me ride him the way I want. The power is intoxicating.

Nick and Russ watch with barely concealed hunger.

"Harder," I demand, moving faster.

I throw my head back, chasing the pleasure building inside me. This is what I wanted. This feeling of control, of choosing exactly what I need.

Then Nick's hand closes around both my wrists, pulling them behind my back.

"That's enough," he says quietly.

The shift is immediate. My control vanishes as Nick holds my wrists in one hand, his grip firm but not painful. I try to pull free but he doesn't budge.

"Nick—"

"You had your moment," he says against my ear. "Now it's ours."

Alex's hands tighten on my hips, and suddenly he's the one controlling the movement, thrusting up into me while Nick keeps me lightly restrained. The loss of control should frustrate me, but instead it turns me on so strongly and quickly, I almost come.

Russ moves behind me, his hands sliding up my sides, his mouth finding my neck. His teeth graze my skin while Alex continues moving inside me.

"Breathe," Alex says, his voice steady even as he thrusts harder.

Nick's free hand slides down to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple. Russ's hands grip my waist from behind, steadying me as Alex drives deeper.

"More," I manage to say. "I want⁠—"

"That's it," Russ murmurs against my neck, his breath hot on my skin.

The pleasure builds so fast my whole body stiffens in anticipation of release. Alex moves inside me while Nick's hand slides from my breast down between my legs, finding where I'm most sensitive.

"Please," I gasp, my heart pounding.

Nick's mouth finds my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin. "You're doing so well," he murmurs, and the praise makes heat flood through me.

"Don't stop," I manage to say between gasps.

"We're not stopping," Alex says, his voice rough with desire. His hands grip my hips harder, pulling me down onto him with each thrust.