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I whimper, another flash of need working its way down my spine. My core is on fire, throbbing with the desire to be filled and fucked by these men.

“Please,” I gasp out, reaching for Callan and Tate. “Want you to touch me too.”

Callan moves first, dropping to his knees and shuffling over until his head is between my legs. He grabs my thighs, his grip bruising as he wrenches my legs open even farther.

My thighs tremble and then jerk when he starts to eat me out, diving in like he doesn’t want to taste anything else. He adds two of his own fingers alongside Ares’ inside me, and presses his tongue to my clit, not letting up until I’m squirming between them.

Then Tate comes over and starts touching me as well. He cups my breasts over Callan’s head, thumbing the nipples in slow circles. Each touch sends a spark of pleasure that pools in my gut.

“Oh god,” I gasp, arching between them. I’m surrounded by them again, caught between these three men who know just how to touch me to make me lose control.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Tate breathes. “Needy, desperate for us. You’re so wet and so turned on, so responsive to every touch.” He pinches my nipple to demonstrate, and I cry out for him, just as he knew I would.

“She’s perfect,” Ares agrees. “Look at how well you take us, firefly. You’ve got my fingers and Callan’s in you, and soon enough you’re going to be stuffed so full you won’t even be able to breathe without feeling us.”

I tremble just from the mental image. “Yes, yes, yes. That’s what I want, please.”

“We’ll get there,” Ares promises.

It’s just the beginning of this, just the appetizer to get us all in the mood and get me warmed up, but already I can feel the tension tightening, pulling thinner and thinner until it snaps, sending me right over the edge.

“Come on, wildflower,” Callan urges. “Come for us.”

I don’t need any more than that. His words, their touches, the feeling of all of them around me… it’s enough to have me shaking through my first orgasm of the night right then and there. It rocks through my body, and I go tight around Ares’ and Callan’s fingers, wishing they were something thicker and deeper.

“Shit,” Ares curses. “I need to be inside you. I can’t wait any more.” Callan moves back, and Ares lifts me up enough that he can shove his pants down and pull out his cock. He steadies it with one hand and then lowers me down onto him, gravity doing the work of sheathing his cock inside me.

“Fuck,” I pant, feeling every inch as it pushes its way in. He’s thick and hard and perfect, and this soon after coming, it makes me shake with pleasure.

“You feel so good. So fucking good,” he breathes. He wraps one arm around my middle and starts to move, fucking into me hard. Callan and Tate watch, their eyes locked on the sight I make like this.

“She’s so wet,” Ares tells his friends. “She feels so fucking tight and hot and perfect. I can’t get enough.”

“She looks good from this angle too,” Tate says. “Split open on your cock, her tits bouncing. That look of needy bliss on her face. The perfect girl for us.”

Ares snaps his hips up, burying himself in me deeper. At this angle I can feel him everywhere, rubbing against my inner walls and hitting right where I want him. I’m so turned on that each thrust just stokes the fire higher, and before I can even really prepare for it, I’m coming again.

I writhe in Ares’ arms, moaning through it, my pussy clenching around Ares again and again like it wants to milk his orgasm from him as well.

He moans my name and shoves in deep one more time before following me over the edge, filling me up.

Callan curses and shoves his hands into his pants, stroking himself hard and fast as he comes as well. Tate puts on the real show, his eyes going wide when he realizes that he’s so turned on from watching us that he starts coming without even touching himself. He grabs his cock to stroke himself through the climax, groaning under his breath as he works himself through it.

I’m left breathless and messy, slumped in Ares’ lap trying to come down from the pleasure of back to back orgasms. Ares pants right in my ear, brushing some hair out of my face.

“Consider this your warm up, firefly,” he says.

“For what?”

“For when all three of us fuck you at the same time.”

I shiver, clenching around him involuntarily, and Ares groans.

He pulls me off him and carries me to the bedroom, Tate and Callan right on his heels. Ares sets me on the bed, and I watch as the three of them get things ready. They pull out that bottle of lube from before and make the bed as comfortable as possible.

Callan leans down and catches my face in his hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks me.

I nod emphatically. Just thinking about it makes my body buzz with arousal, so there’s no way I’m backing out now.