"Mm no, just feels so good, like—Oh, Auguste, yesss, there! Ah! Like—like floating," I gasped out as Auguste latched onto my clit, kissing and sucking on it alternately. Booker nibbled and pinched each pert tip of my breasts, and there was a strand of electricity running between their attention, lighting me up from inside, brighter and brighter with every sustained second until suddenly, it burst in a shower of sparks.
Auguste's fingers slid into me, his mouth traveling to bite next to my sex as I clutched and spasmed on his touch. Booker gentled his own teasing, leaning back as I came back down from my high, blinking and grinning lazily.
"Why are you still dressed?" I asked Auguste.
"Mm, you'll see," he answered, turning to Amon.
"Mr. MacKenna, you won't mind allowing us a good view of our star as you fill her up, will you?" Amon asked.
Ezra's fingers slid through my hair, and he jumped eagerly off the platform, vanishing and shedding the fine clothes Auguste had ordered him for the dinner. "Not in the least. Probably couldn't stay in view for long once I was inside of her anyway. She feels too damn good."
"Am I just expected to lie here and enjoy myself?" I asked, pretending to be bothered by the idea.
"You are," Amon said, grinning back. "Although if you wanted to suck a cock, I wouldn't stop you."
I batted my lashes at him, squeaking slightly as Ezra's touch appeared on my hips, pushing me back on the platform a little. Amon stepped forward, his hands moving down to his pants, and I whipped my head to the other side.
"Booker, would you mind very much?"
Booker stood up straight and everyone went quiet.
"Is that safe?" Auguste murmured, but I was pleased he was asking Booker rather than one of the others.
"For her, yes," Booker said, his brow furrowing. "For me? Possible torture."
I opened my mouth to tease him, but then Ezra was there at my entrance, filling me up with one stroke, the pair of us groaning at the sudden connection.
"We should have a portrait painted of her like that," Jonathon mused, the others agreeing.
Before I could get a grip on the conversation, head too busy with the press and stretch of Ezra inside of me, Booker's shadow landed over me, his and Jonathon's hands sliding me closer to the edge.
Booker had shed his shirt as eagerly as Ezra, his pants already sliding down to his knees, cock rising slowly. Staring up at the ridges and valleys of his chest was dizzying, blue eyes watching me as I tilted my chin up, pressing a kiss to the very tip of him. He was so still, not needing to breathe, but he seemed to tense and clench as I sucked on the underside.
Ezra started to move between my hips, and I swallowed the head of Booker, letting Ezra's motion rock my lips around Booker's cock, my tongue twisting around the smaller tip as the swells and bumps on his length teased my mouth like kisses.
"Tickles," Booker murmured, and then grunted as I pulled my lips back to let him feel my teeth. His hips jumped, just a little deeper, and he started to shift himself in and out, my eyes widening.
He liked it. Booker liked teeth. I grinned and started to bob, finding Ezra's ass with my heels and driving him on.
Booker rumbled as I fucked his length with my mouth, his hands sliding into my hair to cup my head and help me twist at the right angle.
"You try that with me and I’ll flog your pretty ass until you can’t sit, puisín," Ezra panted, but he followed my urging into fucking me faster, making me slide and rock on the platform, swallowing Booker a little deeper every time.
I laughed and fell under the spell of the motion. The rhythm of fucking, the sounds of Ezra's grunts and groans mingling with the swelling music Amon had put on, Booker's thighs trembling like a little earthquake in my grip. No one was teasing me with their touches, trying to drive me into oblivion again, I was just being taken by two of my men.
Except of course they had a plan, these wicked gentlemen.
The touch was cold on my clit, the briefest warning, and then I was shouting on Booker's cock as the buzzing reverberated into my cunt. The vibrating machine.
I thrashed, trying to escape and arch into the sensation at the same time. Ezra and Booker both tightened their holds, Booker saving me from accidentally choking on him and Ezra…
"Christ, shit, I can fucking feel that straight in my balls!" Ezra's thrusts grew frantic, as tormented and delighted by the vibration as I was.
"It doesn't hurt her?" Amon asked.
"Not in a way she doesn't like," Jonathon said, voice turning a little gritty.
I came with a scream, Booker shuddering and then pulling away, dropping to his knees and bending over me to swallow my whimpers with his kisses, tongue a gentler version of the cock I'd sucked. I drew on it too, and Booker's hands slid down to squeeze my breasts briefly.
I pushed myself up on my elbows, panting at the sight of the vibrator burning and buzzing against me, my men gathered around me to watch me come on Ezra's invisible cock. My eyes squeezed shut and my head fell back as Jonathon twisted and rolled the head of the machine over my clit, urging me to another climax as Ezra's bucking grew frantic and erratic.
"Fuck, puisín, wanna feel you gushing on my cock again," Ezra panted. "Make that pretty little pussy of yours soak me well."
Booker's arm slid under my shoulders as my strength gave out, my hands flying to clutch onto the others as if they could keep me from flying the height they drove me to. Jonathon's hand pressed to my stomach, forcing me to ride through the sudden biting pressure of my next orgasm, Ezra's shout strangled as we crashed at the same peak in the same moment, bodies colliding and straining together through the ecstasy.
I groaned with relief, collapsing as Jonathon pulled the bulb of the machine away at last, Ezra leaning down to rest his brow against my breasts, breath panting damply onto my skin.
"Oi, watch it, I'm still here!" he said, shifting on top of me.