I’ve never done this before. Never hooked up with three men at once. Never lain naked on a bed with three men staring down at me like they want to devour me.
Goose bumps break out over my skin, and my breath hitches.
This will change everything, a little voice in my head whispers.
I don’t know if that’s true, but I’m beyond caring at this point. Lifting my hips off the bed a little, I urge Gray’s hand lower. “Yes.”
His fingers curl, hooking the fabric of my panties and tugging the soft material down my legs. He tosses them aside, then slides his hands up my legs, spreading my thighs wide. Spreading me wide.
When his hands move up even higher, he runs his fingers through my slick folds, spreading my arousal all over my pussy.
“Oh, God, Blue. Fucking hell.”
Elias sounds a little dazed, and my gaze shifts to him as he moves his hand down the flat expanse of my stomach. His fingers slide through my curls and join Gray in his exploration of my pussy, and the addition of a second man’s touch makes my pulse skyrocket.
I’ve lost track of why I came here. For this moment, the shredded pieces of my art are a distant memory, barely even real.
There’s nothing but Gray’s thick fingers and Elias’s blunt ones gliding over my clit, dipping inside me, teasing my entrance.
“You’re so wet.” Elias clamps his lip between his teeth as he and Gray push their fingers into my tight pussy at the same time. “You like this?”
I nod fervently, then reach up and grab Declan’s hand from my boob, shoving it down to join the others. There’s something so filthy and delicious about feeling all of them touch me like this, and it’s making me strung out with need.
Declan lets out a soft groan, flicking his finger back and forth over my clit and watching the shudder that ripples through my body in response. They’ve each got one hand between my legs and one on some other part of me now, and it feels somehow like all six of their hands are connected, like they’re completing some kind of feedback loop inside my body.
My stomach clenches and contracts as my hips roll upward off the mattress, trying to fuck their hands.
I have no idea if they’ve ever done anything like this before, although I sort of doubt it. But they’re fucking good at it. Their focus is entirely on me as they finger fuck me and work my clit in tandem, switching off seamlessly until I’m a writhing, whimpering mess beneath them.
Gray lowers his head to bite at my inner thigh as Declan and Elias kiss my mouth, my neck, my breasts, and my shoulders. Through it all, their fingers keep moving, hungry and demanding.
“Are you gonna come for us, Sparrow?” Gray growls against my skin, biting my thigh again as he and Declan both shove their fingers inside me, finding a matching rhythm as Elias strokes my clit. “This is what you wanted, right? Then come. Let us see you fucking lose it.”
Before the last word is even out of Gray’s mouth, Elias scrapes his teeth over my nipple.
And I give them what they want.
I take what I want.
My core clenches hard around the blunt intrusion of fingers, and I reach down, clutching at their hands as my hips drive upward, like I’m trying to force them deeper inside me. Elias’s fingers keep working my clit, and I can feel the frantic movement beneath my palm.
A ragged scream pours from my lips as the orgasm finally crests, sending ecstasy radiating through me.
We’re all wet.
Their fingers are soaked, and now mine are wet too. There might even be a fucking puddle beneath me.
But it’s hard for me to care about that when I’m floating again, my body so suffused with pleasure that I feel weightless. I finally release the guys’ hands and drag my own hand back up my stomach, smearing my arousal over my lower belly.
When all three men withdraw their fingers from my pussy and lick them, I almost come again on the spot. My thighs press together instinctively at the sight, tightening around Gray, who’s still kneeling between my legs. He grins as he feels me squeeze him, then drops his head and very deliberately laps up the gleaming trail of wetness I left on my stomach.
My eyelids droop, little sparks shooting through my body even as post-orgasm exhaustion begins to drain the tension from my muscles.
Gray tilts his head a little to look up at me, and something changes in his expression. The playful hunger I saw in his eyes a second ago is gone, replaced by something more somber. More serious.
As Declan and Elias draw back a little, Gray moves up my body until his large frame is hovering over mine. He cups the side of my face with one hand while his other braces on the mattress, his eyes locked on mine.
“You okay?”