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I can smell the arousal coming off him in waves, and my fingers fumble over his zipper in my eagerness to get his cock out.

It’s impressive every time I see it, and I’m so curious how those piercings are going to feel against my tongue. Of course, he’s so big that I have to take my time, stretching my lips around him, sucking on the head while my jaw warms up.

“Just like that,” Callan groans. “Work yourself up to taking all of me.”

I could barely get all of him in my pussy without the warm-up, so I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get him all in my mouth, but I’m damned sure going to work at it.

I bob my head down, sucking as much of him as I can. I let my tongue run along the line of barbells on his cock, playing with the silver beads at either end of the jewelry.

Callan curses under his breath, holding himself in check so he doesn’t choke me.

But again, before I can get too deep, he passes me off to Ares.

Heat gathers between my legs, spreading like a wildfire out through my core. It’s so fucking hot, being passed around like this, and I can already feel myself slipping deeper into that headspace, deeper into the place where all I want is to please them and get pleasure in return. Nothing else matters outside of that.

I work Ares’ cock out, stroking it slowly. It pulses in my grip, and I lean in and start sucking it like I’m desperate for the taste of him.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, firefly, your mouth.”

I let that praise go to my head, making me take Ares deeper, sucking him harder and faster.

And then I move myself between them, sucking each one of them in turn, jacking the other two off with my hands when I can. The room is full of the sound of me working them up, and their muttered curses and dirty praise.

My body feels like one solid line of need, the arousal burning under my skin as I fall deeper and deeper into enjoying this. At the same time, I’m pretty sure that if I get them worked up enough, they’re going to snap and throw me on the bed and fuck me. I don’t think they’ll be able to hold out or hold on to their plan to make me beg for them, when I’m sucking their cocks so good.

It’s a pretty good plan, one where we all win, but sooner than I’d like, Ares is pulling me off his cock.

I pant for air, my lips wet with my own saliva.

“You’re not going to make us forget about why we’re here,” Ares says. “It’s our turn now.”

Before I can ask what that means, the three of them are moving like a coordinated team. Callan picks me up, practically hauling me over his shoulder in a casual display of strength. He lays me down on the bed, and Ares and Tate methodically strip me of my clothes.

All I can do is lift my arms and my hips at their urging, letting them pull down my pants and panties and pull away my shirt and bra. They’re all still dressed, and I shiver in the cool air as they look down at me, their eyes devouring my naked body.

Then it’s not just their eyes doing the devouring.

One by one they take a place on or near the bed, and they start giving me what I want. Ares slides his hands down my thighs, his touch familiar but still electric. He spreads my legs and takes up residence between them, not going for my soaking wet pussy, but dropping kisses and teasing bites to the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

Tate’s mouth finds its way behind one of my ears, and he trails kisses down my neck, laving them away with the flat of his tongue. When he finds my pulse point, he bites down lightly, and I arch against Ares, a flood of heat and want hitting me like a tsunami.

Callan’s big hands cup my breasts, squeezing them firmly enough that I writhe on the bed. He thumbs over my nipples, already hard and peaked with desire, and then he applies his mouth to them, sucking one and then the other.

It’s a coordinated assault on my senses, and I realize pretty quickly that they aren’t giving me what I want exactly. They’re all keeping tabs on what the other is doing, pushing me toward the edge and then backing off when I get too close. I feel surrounded on all sides, pinned down and worked up, but they don’t give me that last little bit I need to fall apart for them.

Ares gets close to my pussy, his lips grazing against mine, but he diverts himself at the last second, making me whine with disappointment.

His eyes flash amusement at me when he looks up. “You don’t want the fun to be over that quickly, do you?” he teases.

I halfheartedly flip him off, and everyone laughs at that.

Callan pinches my nipples harder, tugging a bit in a way that feels like he’s tugging a direct line to my pussy, lighting me up inside with need.

“We thought you wanted us to make this last,” he rumbles.

Tate chuckles, pressing kisses to my ear. “Isn’t that what you wanted? For us to drag this out? Make you a screaming, begging mess for us?”

I groan, their words just working me up even more. “I’m already so close,” I pant. “Please let me come. Please, just—make me come.”