Just take it and enjoy it for as long as it lasts.
Yeah, that’s exactly what I intend to do.
When Cy clamps down on my nipple, he groans around it, making it jiggle. “Your tits are fucking perfect. I’m going to enjoy fucking them and using them as pillows.”
I giggle, but the sound changes into a long, low groan when Gabe powers into me with more force, using his grip on my hips to move me. The way he uses my body for his pleasure isn’t something I thought I needed, but I do.
“Yes,” I moan, “use me, Gabe.”
“Fuck,” Kent grits out, his lips on my neck. He nips my earlobe as he wraps his fingers around my neck. “You ready to fly?”
I think I nod, but I’m not sure because Gabe starts fucking me harder and faster as Cy’s fingers slide down my body and start to circle my clit as Kent’s tighten right under my jaw. It steals my breath even though he’s not really cutting off my airway. It’s an odd feeling, but I love it.
The only thing I can focus on is the way pleasure flows throughout my body, no ending and no beginning. It builds and rises, it rolls and it bends. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but I know it’s only the start. There is promise in their touch and more than I want to examine in their eyes.
Not right now.
“Eyes on me, Ariel,” Gabe barks and my eyes snap open. When did I even close them? “That’s right,” he snarls. “You’re going to keep your eyes on me as you coat me in your juices, and I fill you with my cum. Then my brothers are going to fuck you together.”
His dirty words and the way everything seems to be floating around me and the slight tightening of Kent’s fingers under my jaw, make me fall right over the edge. My lips part in a silent scream as I’m taken under by my orgasm. When Cy pinches my clit and Kent releases his hold on my throat, everything which felt like it rolled away from me, rushes back, snapping and clicking and crashing into place.
Gabe’s eyes flint and then he’s gritting out my name and pushing his cock as deep inside my channel as he can. I feel him bump against something deep inside of me and I gasp, my hands scrambling for anything I can hold onto. I need to be grounded and Kent and Cy are there, their hands firm on my body, reminding me, tethering me, holding me.
I feel each jet of Gabe’s cum inside of me and then he’s yanking his body back and two blasts splatter across my abdomen. My eyes widen when he reaches up and rubs himself into my skin, his lips curling into a grin.
“Ours,” he whispers, and I almost miss it over my panting breaths, “mine.”
Even as my body wants to sink into satisfaction, I know I can’t, not yet. The knowledge there is more to come has my skin tingling. Or it could be the way Cy and Kent are running their fingers over me, their touches reverent.
Gabe smirks at me before pulling me up, earning two growls from his best friends because of it. “It’s not over yet, little mermaid.” I bite my lip, trying to hide my smile, but Gabe still sees it. He cocks his head to the side, his eyes studying me. “But you’re looking forward to it, aren’t you?”
I nod slowly, my heart starting to pound again in anticipation. He grins at me, before burying his fingers in my hair and closing the distance between us, kissing me hard and stealing my breath in a totally different way. Before it can get too carried away, strong hands grip my hips and I’m yanked from Gabe.
I let out a little yelp and look over my shoulder to find Kent moving me like a ragdoll. It’s not like I’m putting up any resistance. He winks at me before helping me straddle Cy who is now laying down on the bed, his hard cock looking strained and angry. He’s big.
Kent nips at my shoulder, “You’re going to ride Cy and I’m going to take your ass. That way we all get a first.”
A moan slips from my lips and I reach down, wrapping my hand around the base of Cy before sinking down his entire length. It’s a lot easier than I thought it would be, helped along by how wet I am and Gabe’s cum. The thought makes my pussy clench around Cy, the answering growl he lets out as his hands grip my hips has me doing it again.
It’s liberating as fuck to get such a reaction from these men. It makes me feel powerful. It makes me feel like the goddess Gabe called me earlier.
Cy’s grip on my hips helps me to get into a rhythm, the movements slow and steady. There’s nothing hurried about it, until I feel Kent shift between Cy’s legs, and he presses his back against mine. One of Cy’s hands leaves my hips and comes up to tangle in my hair, pulling me down to him.
When he kisses me, it’s fucking feral. I melt into him, but I can’t help but stiffen when I feel cool gel against my puckered hole. Cy’s grip on me tightens and it pulls my attention back to him. I might be on top of him, but he dominates me, pumping his hips up into me as I grind against him.
Kent uses first one finger and then more to stretch me and I’m lost to the sensations. There’s a vague knowledge Gabe is there as well, watching us. It makes my pussy clench and Cy groans into my mouth.
When I start trying to rock back harder against Kent’s fingers, I feel him pull them away from me. The keening sound I make is probably thirsty as hell, but I’m so lost to the feeling these men elicit in me I can’t care about it right now.
When the head of Kent’s cock presses against my ass, I push back on instinct. He lets out a grunt behind me, his hand gripping the hip Cy abandoned. As Kent breaches me I let out a whine which has them stilling. Cy kisses me harder, giving a tug on my hair, the pinch of pain pulling me back into the space where freedom licks at my skin.
Cy stops moving, his cock filling me, as they hold me immobile between them. I look down and can see how much restraint it’s taking for Cy not to fuck me. His muscles are tight, looking like coiled springs about to be set free. His eyes bore into mine and I can’t look away.
But then I do as Kent’s hips meet mine and he’s filled me completely. That’s when I close my eyes and tip my head up, the sound of my moan filling the room around us. I think I hear Gabe curse, but I can’t be sure. I can’t be sure of anything right now.
Kent grips my shoulder with his other hand and then he’s moving, pulling out a few inches to then fill me again. His thrusts become longer, pulling out farther only to fill me again with a little more force. I moan through each one, knowing he’s testing me and my limits. I lean into the pleasure they’re giving me.
“Please,” I whine, not sure what it is I’m asking for.