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I pout a little because I like touching them, but at the same time my heart rate is kicking up a notch and my body is reacting to his words. “Okay, fine,” I say, giving in.
“Let’s make sure she can’t cheat,” Ares says. He goes out into the living room and comes back with a garland of holly. He gives me time to use the safe word if I want to-I don’t-and then ties my wrists together in front of me with the garland.
That goes right to my core, and I test the tie with a little struggle, but I’m not going anywhere until they want me to. I’m theirs for the taking right now.
Then they all descend on me. It’s so overwhelming having all three of them on me at once, but I’d never ask them to stop. Callan kisses me, his hands smoothing down my neck and across my collarbones. Ares kisses his way down my chest, licking and teasing at my nipples until heat is flooding through me. Tate nips at my inner thighs, but instead of teasing my pussy, his fingers dip back even farther, teasing around my asshole.
I jump at that touch, but something staticky and electric hits me at the same time.
Tate slides his fingers back up and then pushes them into my wet pussy, pumping them in and out a few times before going back down, using the new slickness on his fingers to probe my ass.
Callan leans up and pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free.
Immediately, I’m transfixed by it, my eyes following the way it bobs in the air.
“Do you want a little taste?” he asks.
I nod eagerly. I go to reach for him, but the garland keeps my hands close together, and I make a little noise of frustration.
Callan just chuckles and then drags the head of his cock against my lips. I can taste the tang of his precum, the salty drip flooding my mouth, and I open wider, wanting more than just that little bit.
“Just a taste,” he reminds me, pressing the head into my mouth shallowly. All I can do is lick and suck at it, moaning as my mouth gets used to the feeling. I try to scoot closer to the edge of the bed to take more, but he pulls away before I can.
I open my mouth to complain, but instead I end up whimpering when Ares’ fingers find their way inside me. He fingers me hard and fast, and before I know it, he’s wringing an orgasm out of me that catches me by surprise.
When I cry out, Tate is there, and this time it’s his cock that slides into my mouth, muffling the sounds of my pleasure.
I suck him down as far as I can, savoring the feeling of him on my tongue.
But just like Callan, he doesn’t let me get very far.
I feel the touch of a tongue to my pussy again, and I realize that Callan has taken Ares’ spot while I was distracted. He licks my pussy and slides his fingers into me, fucking me with them the way he would with his cock.
It doesn’t take long before I’m coming again, helpless to do anything but shiver my way through it.
They’re not edging me this time, but they are making me crazy. This feels good, it feels so good to have these tastes of them, their mouths and fingers on me, but it’s not enough.
“Please,” I gasp. “I need—fuck. I need—”
“We know what you need, pretty girl,” Tate says. “We’ve got you.”
I can tell from the strain in his voice that he’s just as turned on as I am. Callan’s cock is rock hard, and Ares isn’t much better off. They all want this as badly as I do.
“Which one of us do you want first, wildflower?” Callan asks.
The answer spills out of me before I can even think twice about it. “All of you. At the same time.”
All of them react to that. Callan’s eyes are wide, and I hear a low, almost pained, “Fuck,” from Tate. Ares watches me, heat smoldering in his eyes.
Callan slips a finger into my pussy. “You want one of us here?” he asks.
I nod, breathless. “Yes.”
“And here?” His finger presses past my lips, into my mouth. My senses are flooded with the taste of my own pleasure, and I lick Callan’s finger, nodding again.
He draws his finger out and pushes my legs up, giving him access to my ass. He presses just the tip of that slick finger into my back hole, hissing at the tightness. “And here?” he says.
“Yes,” I moan. “Please?”
