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“You want us to stop?”

She shook her head. “No. God, no.”

He set his palm on her stomach, against her bare skin because her shirt had risen up. “Can we make you come, Layla?”

Yeah, Nile really did like to ensure he had consent. It was endearing.

She licked her lips. “Please.”

He eased his hand up under her shirt until he cupped her left breast. Jay was still tormenting her right one, his thumb flicking over her nipple again. Gatlin spread her legs and his thumbs stroked along the edges of her private parts.

“I can smell your arousal, hon,” Gatlin murmured. “It’s intoxicating.” He eased his thumbs closer, stroking her labia now through the material of her leggings and panties. He wasn’t going to need to remove her clothes to make her come. She was already on the edge.

Suddenly, he flattened one palm over her center, pressing against her warmth.

She cried out, lifting her hips off the mattress. Her head rolled back and forth. She squeezed her eyes closed. So many hands. Everywhere. So much sensation.

Gatlin found the sensitive bundle of nerves she’d sometimes touched to make herself come. He flicked over the swollen nub through her clothes. She didn’t need more. Direct contact wasn’t necessary. The moment Nile pinched her nipple, followed by Jay, Ledger leaned over and claimed her lips.

Layla moaned into his mouth, every nerve ending in her body on fire. It was impossible to kiss him back, but he didn’t care. He kept kissing her, nibbling all over while she writhed from the onslaught of so much sensation.

Gatlin pressed harder against her labia, and then he managed to pinch her clit through the cotton.

She came so fast and so hard, that she stopped breathing while the waves of pleasure washed through her. Her body jerked with every pulse of her release.

These four amazing men seemed to know exactly when to ease off and then release her.

She was panting as she blinked at them. Eventually, she settled her gaze on Nile. “I see what you mean.” She was still breathing heavily.

He smiled.

“Mean about what?” Gatlin asked as he leaned between her legs and reverently kissed her there.

Nile cupped her face. “We had a rather intense discussion about sex and what to expect. I don’t think she quite believed me that we could and would make her come harder than she’s ever managed alone with her own fingers.”

Jay chuckled. “I’m glad we set you straight, baby.” He leaned over and kissed her gently. “That was just the beginning.”

She shuddered, her body quivering now that she was coming down from the best orgasm of her life.

Ledger released her wrists and everyone moved at once to pull the covers over her. The three men who were still overdressed took off everything but their boxer briefs, and all of them climbed onto the bed.

“This is a bit too tight,” Gatlin pointed out from the outside behind Jay.

Layla, finally feeling more relaxed, giggled. “Okay, I guess we don’t all have to sleep in the same bed, but for now I’d rather not have weird secret side relationships with each of you. It’s too stressful for the others. No one should feel like they got cheated. I don’t want anyone to think they got more time or the first touch to some body part or whatever. Okay?” She glanced around at all of them.

“Deal,” Gatlin said as he rose up and leaned over Jay’s huge frame. “How about we sleep two at a time with you?”

She nodded. “Perfect.”

Everyone leaned in to kiss some part of her, and then Gatlin and Nile left the room to sleep elsewhere. They didn’t close the door this time, which was as close to perfect as she could imagine.

It took a while for her breathing to even out as Jay and Ledger crowded her at her sides. She wasn’t quite sure how much interaction the men had with each other, but she was glad they didn’t seem averse to at least brushing against each other. Jay had told her they didn’t have sex with each other, but that didn’t mean they never touched. It seemed inevitable that they would come into contact with each other’s naked skin.

Both men had an arm tossed over her, their forearms touching where they rested below her breasts.

She closed her eyes, smiling as she let sleep pull her under.


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