I sigh again, wondering where Viktor has gone to. I figured he’d be losing his shit right now, watching all these men touch me. Part of me wants to open my eyes to see, the other part wants to stay in my cocoon as they repeat the process, on my opposite foot, opposite shoulder, massaging corded muscles, working their fingers to relax me.
There’s a passage of time in this moment, but I have no idea for how long. I can’t gauge by how lost I am.
“Do you like it when they touch you?” Viktor’s voice is deep and husky, immediately wetting my panties and engorging my clit.
I nod, my lips quivering as my eyes open to see Viktor staring back at me.
“Will you come for us? Help us relax? Let us watch you?” His voice is so deep and smooth that I’m immediately lulled into his gaze.
He slides his big warm hand over top my chest, down over my breasts, dragging the fabric down when he moves his hand. I keep my eyes shut, feeling each sensation fulling as the other men continue to work. They’re soft and careful and Viktor is the exact opposite. He’s rough, needy, and impatient. My nipples hit the cool air and his fingertip drags down over top one spear, then two before his wet tongue swirls over top, sucking inward as his tongue moves in circles.
My clit swells, and I let out a sigh, one I didn’t even know I was holding.
His hand drags down further, over top my stomach and between my thighs, spreading my legs gently as he growls, “You want to be fucked. Don’t you, honey? You need all of us. That pussy is waiting.” He slides his finger into my waiting core, thrusting the thick digit in and out as his thumb works my clit.
“What a juicy, little slut. You’re a juicy, little, fucking slut.”
If you’d asked me before this moment if I ever thought I’d get off on someone calling me ajuicy slut, I’d have said hell no, but now, I’m most definitely more turned on than I ever have been in my entire life. I want to be a slut for them. I want them all to take me at once. I want to come so hard that they can’t help but explode inside of me one at a time, then all at once.
Max drags his hand up my thigh, his fingertips grazing the edges of my slick folds. I’m on fire.
I moan again as Ryan digs into my shoulders harder, the heat from his breath heavy on the back of my neck as he leans in. “If this is too much, you let me know and I’ll stop everyone.”
I nod, but I don’t want to stop. I need to come. “I want you all,” I whine. “I want you all right now.”
Viktor laughs caustically. “Do you know what you’re asking for? You’re asking for it in your mouth, in your pussy, up your virgin ass. I’m not sure you can handle it.”
I open my eyes for the first time since they touched me, my direction on Viktor. “How do you know I have a virgin ass?”
He presses into my core harder. “Do you?”
I consider not answering, or lying, but I’m not sure what good that would do me. So instead, I murmur, “Yes.”
“Okay then… are you sure you’re ready for all that?”
I shake my head. “Not really, but I’m not sure you are either.”
He quiets, and a flame reflects in his dark eyes before he nods toward Max, as though giving him permission I didn’t know he needed.
A moment later, Max is standing to unzip his pants. I watch them fall to the ground with desperation. I’ve had him hundreds of times before, but now, after three years, after thinking I’d never have him again, my heart is racing, pounding. He’s nude in front of me, his cock buoyantly straight, his gaze on me as he bends in. I’m not much thinking about logistics, or much of anything other thanget these cocks inside me now. But when Max bends toward me, my heart begins to swell.
His hand lands on my face. “I’ve missed you,” he says, his voice deep. “You’re all I thought about every day for three years.” He leans in slowly and kisses my lips. It’s gentle and kind before it’s deeper and hungrier. I run my hand up over his bare chest and taste him, a million feelings flooding back that’ve been missing for years. I love this man and having him against me again is heaven. He kisses my lips, my neck, my breasts, working his way down between my legs.
Viktor watches close as Ryan continues to rub my back.
Max sinks into my core, his thick cock pressing into me, my pussy expanding like muscle memory as I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut, arching my neck backward.
Viktor reaches down and flicks my nipple with his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure rumbling over top my eager skin.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Ryan asks. “Does he feel good?”
Viktor releases a nipple with a pop and starts on the other.
I let out a moan, nodding as Max fills me up, thrusting against my core, my thighs laid against his chest, my ankles bouncing off his shoulders.
Viktor bends into my ear, twisting his fingertip over top my clit as Max thrusts.
“Please… keep going. I have to come.”
