Oh, his finger is thick and long, and the sensation is different. Strange and forbidden, my pussy bares down, holding him in place.
“She’s really tight,” he whispers. “Really tight.”
“She’ll stretch,” Cash says, ever confident of my ability to fit him and his brothers perfectly in every way. I’m not so sure.
How is it possible for a cock the size of Cash’s to fit inside me when a finger makes me feel like I’m full to the brim?
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Colt says softly. For the first time, there’s no cheeky smile on his face. His brow is furrowed, and his gray eyes wide.
“It’s okay,” I say. “It feels good.”
“Does it?” He twists his hand a little, and his knuckle grazes something inside me that makes my eyes roll.
“That’s it, right there,” Sawyer says. “Keep going with that.”
And he does. He really does. My toes curl, my fingers fist the sheets like I’m planning to tear them into shreds. His tongue taps my clit, and oh, oh. I’m lost.
By the time I come around, Colt is smiling again, his face painted with my arousal and a smug smirk that tells me just how pleased he is with himself.
“My turn,” Cary says.
“Maybe Melanie needs a break,” Cash says, stroking my sweat-slicked hair back from my face. I think he might be right. My whole pussy feels tender and swollen. Any more touching would push me too far.
I touch Cash’s chest, stroking over his rounded pectorals and the soft hair there, then lower, lower, until I reach the opened waistband of his jeans. I reach inside, taking hold of the only cock I’ve ever held, finding it hard and sweetly familiar.
“Oh fuck,” Cary mutters. “She’s going there?”
“She’s gone there before,” Cash says, his voice cracking with pleasure.
Around the room, belt buckles are loosened, and jeans are pushed down in anticipation. My eyes trail the strong thighs and tented underwear of the three men on the bed. Scott is the last one standing, still almost fully clothed.
He’s not tempted enough yet, I think. Or maybe he thinks I’ll drag him to get him involved as I did in the kitchen. Maybe that’s how it will always be between us: him hanging back looking wounded and angry and me reaching to pull him close.
Cary moves closer, and I reach out for him, finding that I can easily wrap my fingers around another cock and move in the same way to bring pleasure. They’re so similar there too; equally long and thick, like velvet over a core of steel.
“Do you want to taste?” Colt asks, his hand already wrapped around his own cock, pulling it to mirror my actions with his brothers.
Taste? He wants me to lick him like he licked me. Would I like that? I don’t know.
Nodding, I watch as he moves closer, kneeling between my spread legs. He leans forward, tapping his cock against my lips, and I lick out, finding the head of his cock as smooth as silk.
When he pushes forward into my mouth, it takes me a minute to adjust. My jaw hurts immediately because I have to open my mouth so wide to accommodate him. He’s looking down, watching, his cheeks flushed and eyelids hooded. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he smiles. “Just like that.”
“I told you Melanie was perfect,” Cash says, his hand on my wrist urging me to move faster.
My eyes start to water as Colt pushes in deeper, hitting the back of my throat but not in a way that’s unmanageable. This shouldn’t feel so good. I should feel used, shouldn’t I? Three men are taking pleasure from me at once, but there is nothing sordid about it. Instead, I feel powerful and desirable. When Colt’s hand cups my cheek, I feel cherished. When Sawyer mutters profanities under his breath, watching everything and waiting his turn, I feel sexy and wanton.
How have I waited so long to experience this?
I don’t know, but now that I have, there’s no turning back.
I want everything, and I’m going to get it, no matter what.
19
I might be a virgin, but I’m not clueless. I know what’s going to happen next, even before it does. What I don’t know is how it’s going to feel. When Cash’s cock swells in my hand, I know he’s on the brink. Cary isn’t far behind, and I clutch them harder, listening for their groans, my heart accelerating with every passing second.
“Fuck,” Cash shouts, grabbing my wrist and holding it tightly as his warm cum spills over my knuckles.
“Shit,” Cary does the same as his brother, pumping into my tightly closed fist until he’s coming and coming too.
Colt takes a little longer, letting me breathe between deeper and deeper thrusts into my mouth. He feels so hot in my mouth that I can hardly take it. I moan around him, and the vibrations cause him to grab my hair.