I wriggle against him, showing my appreciation for his compliment by grinding my ass into the thick hardness of his cock. He curses under his breath, grabbing my hips to still me as his body shudders beneath mine.
“Fuck. Let me get inside you first. If I blow my load in my damn pants, these two assholes will never let me hear the end of it.”
That draws a full-throated laugh out of me, but I don’t torture him any more. He shifts me on his lap again, maneuvering to unzip his pants and push them down enough to release his cock. As it springs free, I see Gray and Declan both follow Elias’s lead. They’re still sitting, just like he is—Declan still leaning forward a little, one elbow braced on his knee while the other fists his dick, and Gray leaning back in his chair, stroking himself languidly as his shadowed eyes take in every detail of my half-naked form.
My body feels like it’s burning up from the inside, the orgasm I just had a few minutes ago already forgotten as everything inside me demands more.
More.
More.
Fuck, maybe it’s a good thing I’ve somehow found myself sort of dating three men at once. I feel fucking insatiable lately, in a way I’ve never really been before. I’ve always liked sex, as a coping mechanism more than anything, but ever since I met these three men, it’s been so much more than that. I’ve never reacted this way to anyone. All three of the Sinners have the ability to stoke a raging fire inside me with just a few words, a touch, a kiss.
Elias lifts me a little, and his cock slips inside of me. I feel him let out a stuttered breath that turns into a long sigh as he presses his hips upward, filling me in a long, slow thrust.
It feels good. Better than good. Perfect.
My head lolls back on his shoulder again, and I want to let my eyes drift shut, to just feel the incredible sensations sparking inside me. But I can’t tear my gaze away from Declan and Gray. I don’t want to miss a fucking second of this.
“They like watching you like this,” Elias whispers, his voice strained as he rocks up into me again. “So do I. Do you know how gorgeous you are when you let go, Blue? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Declan is stroking himself harder, his chest rising and falling faster. He took off his suit jacket a while ago and rolled his sleeves up, and the sight of him like this with his fist wrapped around his cock is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Gray is still watching me with a brutal intensity in his eyes, and I think even though it turns him on, there’s part of him that still wants to rip me away from Elias, bend me over the small wall that surrounds the edge of the roof, and fuck me until my knees give out. The fact that he hasn’t moved, hasn’t lifted a single finger to pull me from Elias’s hold, shows how strong the bond between these men is.
The bond between the four of us.
It was stretched almost to the breaking point for a while, but like a rubber band snapping back into shape, it feels stronger now than it did before. Because when it snapped back, things didn’t just go back to the way they were. They grew into something else. Something better.
Pleasure is cascading through me again, building up as Elias fucks me from below, his fingers finding my clit and working gentle circles. He’s not pushing me toward an orgasm like he did earlier. He’s not rushing. But still, I can feel it growing inside me, feel the familiar tingling in my extremities as my heart beats harder.
“Fuck,” Elias grunts, his hips rolling faster beneath mine. He can’t get as deep from this angle as he could from another position, but the steady pressure of his fingers on my clit makes up for that. “I’m close, Blue. Jesus, you feel so good. Can you come again? Come with me. Let them see you come.”
Gray and Declan are both stroking themselves hard and fast now. I can tell they’re hovering right on the edge, so close to letting go—but they’re waiting for me. They want to see me, just like Elias wants to feel me.
So I let them.
When the orgasm reaches up and drags me under, I let them see everything. My head presses against Elias’s shoulder, my ass grinding against him as I come hard on his cock, clenching my walls and swirling my hips like I’m trying to wring out his dick.
“Shit. Oh, fuck. Fuck!”
With a hoarse grunt, Elias wraps one arm around my stomach, pinning me to him as he throbs and pulses inside of me. Declan explodes a second later, ropes of cum spilling over his hand. Gray lets out a low growl, and when my gaze shoots to him, he curses, his hips jerking up toward his fist. Cum spatters his white shirt, and his body sags back against the chair just like mine is sagging against Elias.
The night air goes quiet again as we all catch our breath. Elias is still buried inside me, and I have a sudden vivid image of what the other two men must see when they look at us. My pussy clenches with an aftershock of pleasure, and Elias groans, breaking the silence.
Declan chuckles, taking his shirt off and using it to wipe his hand clean. I’m sure that shirt wasn’t cheap, but he doesn’t seem to think twice about repurposing it as a rag.
“You know, I really didn’t know what to expect when I realized that this”—he gestures around the rough grouping of chairs, indicating all of us—“was going to be a thing. But fuck. I think I like it.”
20
I’m just sitting down with a steaming hot cup of coffee in my hand when Max barges into my dorm, not even bothering to knock. I mutter a curse as the liquid splashes across my hands and lap, stinging.
“Wait until you hear this.” Her gaze scans me quickly. “Did you just now wake up?”
It’s almost noon, but it’s a Saturday, so I feel justified in having slept in. Besides, I needed it. I was worn out—not just from the art show, but from everything that followed the art show.
“Yeah, late night,” I say, blowing on my coffee and trying to push away the mental images that are filtering through my mind.
The weight of arousal still lingers, and the rest of me is still floating on the rush the art show gave me. I slept like a rock last night, but that sleep was filled with dreams and memories of last night, both at the gallery and later on the rooftop with the guys, as if my brain was trying to sort through it all again so I could tuck it away and save it for later.