“Fuck!”
Archer shouts a curse as he pistons into me, then stops and groans out his release. His hips grind against mine as he spills inside me, and then he slowly sinks back on his heels.
For a few long moments, I don’t even try to move. I don’t try to speak. I don’t think I could do either very well right now, so I just bask in the feel of my mates touching me. Slowly, Archer slides out of me, and the other three men lift me a little and deposit me on my knees in front of him. He rises up to his knees too, palming the back of my head and kissing me deeply.
“That was…” His eyes shine, glinting in the dim light as he draws back. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
I grin. It hardly seems fair to take credit for being kissed and touched and thoroughly fucked. For coming three times, so hard that I almost saw stars. But I’m not going to argue the point with him. It was amazing.
The other three men are gathered around us, and I feel warmth at my back a second before Ridge drops his head to kiss the curve of my shoulder. He wraps his arms around me from behind, and I feel the hard length of his cock against my ass as his large hands splay across my stomach.
When one hand moves downward, I let out a needy little moan.
Maybe it’s greedy to still want more, but I do. I think I’d have to be dead not to.
Ridge’s fingers brush over my sensitive clit, and I gasp softly. But he seems to realize I’m not ready for more of that yet, because instead of circling the oversensitive bundle of nerves, he slides his fingers lower, slipping them inside my wet channel. He doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest that Archer’s cum is dripping down the inside of my thigh. He just fucks me gently with two fingers as his lips continue to devour the skin of my neck and shoulder.
My eyelids are drooping, weighed down by a combination of satiation and building desire. When I turn my head slightly, I see that Trystan has his fist wrapped around his cock again and is stroking himself as he watches us. On my other side, Dare does the same. Neither of them makes a move to touch me this time, letting Ridge take over. But the way their focus is entirely on me, the way I can feel their desire like a tangible heat brushing over my skin? It makes me feel like they are touching me, in a way. Like they’re a part of this even if their hands aren’t on me.
“Ridge.” I murmur his name as I arch my back a little, grinding against the hardness of his cock.
He responds by putting a little pressure on my clit with the heel of his hand, sliding his fingers deeper inside me.
I groan, my hips shifting restlessly. “More.”
The movement of his fingers stops. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want your…”
I trail off, flushing a little. God, I suck at this. I’m going to have to ask Dare to give me lessons in dirty talk. But if I want it so badly, I should at least be able to say it.
“I want your cock inside me,” I whisper. “Fuck me. Please.”
Every single one of my mates groans in response to my words. Ridge’s body goes stiff behind me, his fingers curling inside my channel in a way that makes my breath catch. His teeth scrape over the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, and his voice is pure gravel when he speaks.
“Hands and knees, little wolf.”
The words send an electric current of arousal surging through me, and I hurry to comply as he drags his fingers from my core. I drop forward onto all fours, sliding my fingers through the cool grass as I look back over my shoulder at Ridge.
The fire has almost entirely gone out by now, and he’s backlit by the last remaining illumination from the coals. He looks massive and powerful, and I’m suddenly very aware of the difference in our sizes.
But no fear comes with that thought. Only a thrill of desire.
I can hear the sounds of Dare and Trystan stroking themselves as Ridge runs his hands slowly down my spine, over the curve of my ass. He grabs both cheeks and spreads them a little, and my stomach clenches at the possessive, familiar way he touches me. As if every part of me is his
to touch.
It is.
Every single part.
Moving his hands around to grip my hips, he holds them tightly as he lines himself up behind me. The broad head of his cock finds my entrance, and he presses inside me slowly and smoothly. When he’s fully rooted inside me, I drop my head, unable to focus on anything but how good it feels. His hips are flush against my ass, his cock throbbing lightly inside my tight channel, and I know I was right before—I can come again.
I want to. So fucking badly.
I bump back against him, urging him to move, and it’s like that small action severs the last of his restraint. He lets out a low grunt, his fingers pressing into the flesh of my hips as he strokes in and out of me in hard, fast thrusts.
Neither of us last long. My body is still on edge from the overload of sensations, and I think watching Archer fuck me worked Ridge right up to the tipping point too. I lose myself in the rhythmic feel of our skin slapping together, his cock filling me over and over, and the grunts and moans of my other mates as they touch themselves.