My sounds were muffled by Harper’s body while my pussy trembled around Owen. He grunted and groaned, his teeth sinking into the meat of my tits while my back arched. Harper kept his self-control and didn’t thrust, allowing my throat to close wonderfully around his girth as he bit down onto his lower lip. I felt Owen spill into me, our intermingled juices spilling out of my body, and for a second, I had to gather my swirling head before I could suck Harper’s dick.
But Chance soon replaced Owen, his cock pressing against my swollen entrance while spit dripped down my face.
“You are so gorgeous,” Chance said as he pressed into me. “And fuck. So tight.”
His strokes were long and languid, giving me a chance to breathe while Harper slowly fucked my face. I reached out, allowing myself to cup Harper’s balls while his thrusts got faster. Chance bent over and sucked one of my nipples between his teeth, pulling at them slightly as I arched deeper into him.
Then suddenly, Harper shoved himself down the curve of my throat and spilled his hot come into my stomach.
“Oh, Kyra. Holy hell. The things you do to me.” The words dripping from Harper’s lips set my soul on fire.
Harper stayed seated between my lips until I felt him shriveling up. Then he removed himself so I could breathe. I gasped for air just as Chance picked up his pace and, soon, my tits were flying in all directions while he pounded me into the mattress. Rowan knelt onto the bed next to me, his hand brushing my sweaty hair from my forehead. His cock was leaking desperately, a thin trail streaming all the way down to the bed.
What a waste that was.
I reached my hand up and grabbed his dick, guiding it to my lips while Chance marked my body with his teeth. Rowan threw his head back in pleasure, robbing me of the sight of his green eyes while he wrapped his long, slender fingers in my hair. Chance was devouring my body, kissing and nipping every place he could for as long as he could. Then, I felt his hips beginning to stutter just as I began sucking on Rowan’s cock.
“Kyra. Kyra. Yes. Fuck.”
Chance’s breathless remarks puckered every inch of skin on my body and the moment he spilled into me, I felt him fill every part of me. I closed my eyes and felt him press deeply into me, his face burying into my tits while my free hand ran through his salt-and-peppered hair.
Oh, the things I wanted to do to that man in private.
Rowan slowed his thrusts in my mouth before he pulled out. I looked up at him with a confused look on my face, a mixture of come and spit sliding down my cheek. I felt someone take me in their arms as they turned me over. I realized my ass was covered in the residue of our passion, just before my hips were pulled up to the sky.
In an instant, Rowan wiggled himself underneath me and held his cock out for me to devour.
I sank my lips onto it, teasing the head of his cock while he groaned. I fluttered my gaze up to him and watched, imploring his green eyes to look down onto me. His eyes were so beautiful and I didn’t want to miss them. I wanted to see his darkened pleasure wash over them when I sucked every last drop of come from his low-hanging balls.
Then, I felt it.
I felt Blake press a kiss to my lower back.
I moaned around Rowan’s cock, causing him to wrap his fingers tightly in my hair. Blake kissed all the way up my back while the other brothers watched and I shivered as his lips approached my ear. I loved it when he did this. I loved it when a romantic quote f
rom a book he was reading rolled off the tip of his tongue. My eyes fluttered closed, and my ass pressed into him, begging for his cock while his breathing rippled over my skin.
“Sex is a team sport, sugar,” he said.
Then he slammed his cock into my pussy and set a relentless pace.
I was wailing and panting, swallowing down Rowan’s thickness while Blake rolled his hips into mine. He cracked my ass cheek, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my body. I moaned so deeply I felt Rowan’s legs grow taut and, soon, he lost control of his own restraint and began ramming his cock down my throat.
Crack after crack set my ass on fire and my pussy pulsed around Blake’s cock while my throat closed around Rowan’s. I felt swept away by the current. I felt it dragging me out to sea. I felt myself treading water in the middle of the ocean, with no land in sight and no raft to keep me afloat.
And one by one, the Trent brothers were dragging me under.
I wanted to drown myself in them. I wanted to cover my body with them. In that moment, I realized this wasn’t simply about distracting myself. I genuinely loved each and every one of them. I loved Ethan’s delicate kisses and Owen’s fiery passion. I loved Chance’s need to be in control and Harper’s gentle touches. I loved it when Rowan held back as much as he could until he couldn’t anymore and I was loving the imprints of Blake’s hand that were being seared onto my ass cheeks.
I loved every single part of my Lost Boys and I had no idea what to do about it.
“Kyra, yes,” Rowan said. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Oh, shit. That mouth of yours. Oh fuck.”
The way Rowan’s voice got lower and lower caused my fingernails to dig into his thighs. I pulled him as close as I could get him, choking on his cock and gagging while he throbbed against my throat. Blake was pounding into me so hard I could feel his balls smacking my clit, causing my body to shiver with anticipation. Rowan held my head down onto his cock, pumping stream after stream of arousal down my throat myself and, in that instant, I felt myself fall over the edge.
Rowan moaned at my muffled sounds while they rattled his ribcage and my pussy was holding Blake in a vice grip. My body pulled him deeper and deeper, threatening to hold onto him and never let go. His hands ran up my back, my ass burning, and all of our juices dripped down the insides of my thighs.
I could feel his cock pulsing against my walls as Rowan pulled himself from me, allowing my head to lay in his lap while he stroked his fingers through my hair.