The hands touching me froze.
“I want more. I want someone else inside me. Please.”
No one spoke, and I imagined them eyeing each other, silently communicating. They pulled away, presumably so they wouldn’t give any clue about who had been inside me. Then a voice from off to my left said, “Emma, it’s late. You’ve had a long day.” It was Knox.
“I know. But this is what I want—more than anything. But I don’t want to know who it is, okay?”
There was silence, and I figured that Knox was looking at the others, seeing what they thought. At last, he said, “Okay.”
It started the same as last time with the sound of a condom wrapper, and then a man moved between my legs. Two others positioned themselves on either side of my chest. But then strong hands slid under me and lifted my thighs. My new partner pulled me to him, and I realized that he was kneeling, sitting back on his heels, most likely. He pulled me up until my ass was balanced on his thighs, my legs resting against his chest, with my calves slung over his shoulders. Only my upper back, shoulders. and head rested on the mattress.
I’d never tried this position, but I imagined it gave the man the ability to go deep. I couldn’t quite picture what I looked like with my legs pressed against his chest and my knees over his shoulders like a pair of suspenders. That thought made me giggle.
Someone pinched my nipple in response, and I squealed. The man holding me snaked his hand between my legs and traced up and down my seam. He didn’t linger long by my clit, and I was grateful because it was still a bit sensitive. But then his finger pushed inside of me, and he found that magical spot that made me squirm.
The others took this as their cue to start up again. A mouth descended on mine, but this time from someone sitting level with my head. It was a new sensation. Our lips didn’t line up as easily, but whoever it was made up for it with his tongue. Two hands covered and squeezed my breasts, and the man who supported me on his thighs repositioned me slightly. Then I realized his cock was at my entrance.
I held my breath, bracing myself, but he pushed into me slowly, giving me time to adjust. I ground my ass against him, and he chuckled. He leaned forward and rocked inside me.
It was different from anything I’d ever felt. A new kind of friction. As he moved, he alternated between squeezing my ass cheeks and stroking my legs.
The cock inside me sped up, its strokes lengthening. I squeezed myself around it, trying to make my partner feel good.
A finger delved toward my clit, but I shook my head, pulling away from the man who was kissing me. “It’s too sensitive right now.” I could barely hear myself over the music, but the finger retreated.
As if to make up for the lack of clitoral stimulation, one of them tilted my head to the side and then a warm mouth attacked my neck, licking and nibbling. Another man pinched my nipple, while someone squeezed my ass.
The man inside me moved faster, and as I pressed my legs against his chest, it occurred to me that given the breadth of his torso, it likely wasn’t Knox. At first, the knowledge upset me. I hadn’t wanted to know that, but then I reconsidered. Knox was here. He was part of this, no matter how he was touching me. We were all in this together.
I reached up and pulled off the blindfold. It took a minute for everything to come into focus. Knox was massaging my breast, and Austin nibbled on my neck. Denver was the one supporting me and plunging into me. He smiled when my eyes met his, and I smiled a little shyly back. Tonio was off to the side, but it was his hand squeezing my ass. All of them were naked.
Denver’s breath came faster as he pushed into me harder. “We decided to go in the order in which we first met you.”
That knowledge washed over me, and I met Tonio’s eyes. He’d been the first one to talk to me at the club on the night of my bachelorette party, so that meant he’d been the one inside me before. I stretched out a hand and he grasped it, smiling down at me.
Austin’s hand slid down my stomach and he whispered in my ear. “Let me rub your clit and make you come.”
As much as I wanted that, I shook my head. “It’s too soon.”
“Then maybe we can make you come another way.” Denver rose even higher, lifting my legs and ass as he did so. This new angle caused his cock to press against my clit with each stroke. Somehow, it wasn’t the same kind of direct contact as a finger, and I nodded that it was okay. It was good, actually.