Andi craned her neck toward Simon, wanting his heat and weight back on her tongue as Reed and Cooper impaled her. They alternated driving in deeper as the other retreated, rubbing against each other’s lengths even as they fucked her.
Rapture spiraled higher within her, making her tense and hover on the precipice of falling into the most powerful orgasm of her life. She resisted, wanting the pleasure to last forever. Until through some unspoken agreement, Reed and Cooper changed their approach.
They began to fill her simultaneously. Moving together to bring her as much ecstasy as possible. Simon cheered them on. “Look how flushed she is, how much her spine is arching. She’s sucking me harder, too. You’re going to make her come.”
Andi tried to shake her head, as best she could with Simon’s cock in her mouth.
“Hang on. I think she wants us to come with her,” he told the other two guys.
Andi opened her eyes and stared up at him, nodding as she swallowed around him.
“Yes. That’s what she wants.” He spoke for her, becoming her voice when she had none. He stroked her hair, brushed his thumb across her lips, which were stretched around him. “Damn. I want that, too, Andi. I’m not going to last much longer anyway.”
“Me either,” Cooper groaned from beneath her. He fucked faster now, Reed matching him stroke for stroke. “Are you ready, Reed?”
“I’ve always been ready for this.” He smacked Andi’s ass hard, heating her flesh even as he rode her. “Go ahead, Andi. Come for us. We’ll fall with you.”
Reed used his other hand to rub down the length of her back. A simple touch. A possessive one. It made her arch against Cooper, rubbing her clit on the muscle above his dick. And that’s all it took.
She exploded between them.
Her pussy and ass pulsed rhythmically around Cooper and Reed, making each of them groan and curse. She felt them swell within her a moment before they began to shoot. Simon joined them, flooding her mouth even as the other two guys overflowed her body with the proof of their pleasure.
Together, the four of them orgasmed. When it seemed one of them was winding down, another would groan or thrust in a reflexive aftershock that would prolong her euphoria. Andi had never climaxed so hard or so thoroughly in her life. She was still quaking when Reed pulled out, then Simon, then Cooper.
It was too much effort to open her eyelids, so she lay there, limp and floating as the guys took care of her. They cleaned her up, tipped a flute of champagne to her lips so she could sip from it, then arranged her beneath the covers, nestled between them.
She wasn’t sure who held her or who it was behind her or who she was burrowing her cheek against. It didn’t matter. They were all part of one whole. A satisfied, wrecked ball of love and spent lust.
Blissfully wrapped in her three men, Andi let them shower her with affection and soft praise as she drifted into a sound sleep, certain that when she was old and thought back on a lifetime of incredible nights spent with her lovers, this would have to be the best of them all.