He laughs again, and there’s a corresponding rumble deep in my belly. “Have any energy left?”
Despite all of the activity, I am super-charged. “I could run a marathon right now,” I say, feeling like it’s the truth.
“Good.” Sitting at the edge of the bed, Knox lifts me up and brings me onto his lap, so that I’m straddling him. I was sitting on his lap like this just a little while ago, but now we’re both naked. I need only lift up and – my pussy floods with fresh excitement at the thought.
His cock juts up long, hard and proud between us. Knox unrolls a condom onto it as I watch, my mouth watering. “When you’re ready, B,” he says, stroking down the impressive length of it.
Using my knees for leverage, I lift up. Knox’s hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks and helping me line up at the tip of his cock.
I sink down gradually, taking him inside inch by inch, realizing that I can go at any pace I desire. Knox has given me control.
While I’m savoring the now-familiar but still delicious stretch of an Evans cock in my pussy, Knox bends his head to take my breasts in his mouth, first one, then the other. Over his shoulder, I find Cade and Ryder watching. Logan is behind me, on the loveseat, the weight of his eyes on me, too.
When I’ve sunk down all the way, I keep still, enjoying the fullness of him. Then I rise up and slide down slowly, the lips of my pussy stretching around the girth of Knox’s cock. I squirm in his lap, much like I’d done when we had our clothes on, and realize I can stimulate my clit on my own in this position.
Hips tilted, I rise up again, come down, and – “Oh god, you feel so good inside me,” I tell Knox.
“Can’t be as good as it feels to be inside you.” Hands still on my ass, he pulls gently at my cheeks, spreading me wider, helping me move against him. I’m dripping wet as I ride him.
His entire focus is on my body, and my pleasure. His mouth sucks hard on my nipples, tightening them into hard pebbles of concentrated pleasure. His hands stroke over my back, my waist, my hips, his thumbs digging into my soft flesh.
“Take your pleasure, Bianca. Do what feels good.” It all feels good, but I heed his advice, find the best angle, and ride him hard, bouncing on his lap with abandon, our bodies coming together hard, over and over, over and over.
“Ahhh! I’m coming. I’m coming. Knox, I’m coming.” My voice dissolves into a gasp as I climax, my arms wrapped around his neck, my breasts pressed into his hard chest, my pussy grinding against his stiff cock.
It’s the best one yet, in a series of unbelievable peaks of pleasure.
Knox kisses my neck and bows his head to suckle my breast as I ride the waves of my orgasm. His arms hold me tight as I spasm in ecstasy.
When my body stills, Knox slips out of me. I’m surprised, because I didn’t think he came too. Instead of leaving me, though, he guides me to turn onto my hands and knees facing away from him.
After only a moment apart, his cock presses back inside me, coming home to where it belongs. His fingers grasp my hips and he begins to stroke in and out.
At first, I don’t care much for this new position because I like being able to wrap my arms around the men or have their arms wrapped around me, but I quickly realize this angle of entry has its benefits. As Knox pistons in and out of me, the sensations he creates make me whimper. I nearly cry tears of rapture at how good he makes me feel.
I come again, screaming as I do, and Knox continues to pound in and out of me, until he reaches his end, his hand holding tight to my hip as his cock throbs inside me.
He bends over me as his orgasm subsides, his body hot and sweaty against my back. His hand cradles one of my breasts, while he kisses a spot between my shoulders, his breath heavy on my bare skin.
He brings me down to the bed and holds me in his arms for several blissful minutes. When he gets up to go into the bathroom, leaving me lying on my side, I’m not sure what to do with myself. I could use a shower, but I think I should wait.
Cade is putting his pants back on. Logan is fully dressed. Ryder comes to sit behind me, laying a hand on my shoulder, caressing me gently.
I want to tell them how much they all mean to me, but the moment doesn’t seem right. I may have been bold enough to take my pleasure tonight, but I can’t bring myself to voice my deepest feelings. Surely they know how I feel, from what I’ve just shared with them. They can sense it like I can, can’t they?