Every time Holly relaxed, he advanced deeper until she was taking him effortlessly.
Lorenzo and Owen kept stroking themselves against her, keeping their cocks ready for wherever she could use them. Because it was going to be soon, and it wasn’t going to last forever. But it was going to be intense if they did this right.
Lorenzo felt like every foursome they’d ever had before had taught them what they needed to know in order to give Holly the maximum amount of bliss.
“Oh!” she cried out, though more in surprise than anything that sounded like discomfort.
“You okay?” Lorenzo asked as her fingers curled in the sheets. He reached into the drawer of the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube. There was no doubt now where they were headed. So he drizzled it over her hole and Trent’s hand, making sure there was plenty to go around.
“So good,” she breathed. “I never… Didn’t expect…”
Lorenzo couldn’t help but kiss the side of her face then. “None of us imagined it could be like this. But I’m glad this is where we ended up and that we found each other.”
Owen grunted his agreement as he nudged Holly’s opposite hip with his cock.
“You ready for Trent,coração?” Lorenzo nuzzled her shoulder. “He’s dying to be inside you.”
“I think so.” A hint of trepidation in her voice made him clasp her hand.
“You can take it,” he promised her. “Let him in.”
Holly stilled and her back unknotted beneath his and Owen’s caresses. Unable to resist any longer, Trent withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his hard-on. Watching the blunt head disappear into Holly’s ass as they both groaned and stiffened only made Lorenzo harder.
Knowing that two of the people he was closest to in the world were experiencing so much joy impacted him too. “That’s right, Holly. He’s going to make it so good for you. For us all.”
She shuddered at that before planting her knees in the mattress and angling her pelvis to make Trent’s invasion more effective. Owen took the opportunity to slip his hand beneath her and give her something to grind on as he rubbed her clit.
“More” she gasped. “Fill me.”
“You’ve got all of me,” Trent promised before nipping at the back of her neck.
“Not you. Them.” Holly seemed beyond full sentences. And Lorenzo could relate. He stopped thinking for the first time in forever and simply did what felt right. It was liberating and dangerous, because some of the inhibitions he had kept him from sharing too much—like his heart—and getting hurt again.
He was willing to risk it. Just this once. To show her what things could be like if they were all as brave as she was.
Trent looked at Lorenzo and said, “Give her what she needs.”
Then he wrapped her in a bear hug and rolled to his back, letting Holly blanket him, this time impaled on his cock. Her legs draped over his spread knees, leaving her pussy open and welcoming for…someone.
Lorenzo looked to Owen, who said, “You go. I’m still too close to the edge for that.”
He nodded, not needing to be told twice. Lorenzo crawled into place, his cock naturally aligning with her body. It shocked him when Owen reached out and nudged him, encouraging him to press inside with a rasped, “What are you waiting for?”
Though Lorenzo would have liked to stretch things out all night, he knew they’d pushed their luck already. Holly shot him a wobbly smile, then grabbed for his hips, drawing him to her, impaling herself on his shaft. She was slick yet tight and so damn hot she nearly scorched him.
As his cock slid along the ridge of Trent’s, which he could feel through the delicate tissues of her body, the other man drummed his heels on the bed.
Owen stared at Holly, making sure she was okay as Lorenzo stretched her around his cock. As he’d promised her, she had no trouble taking them both. Instead she cooed, her toes curling as she rocked toward him, rather than away.
“So full,” she gasped. “So good.”
At the same time her hand reached out for Owen, her fingers curling around his shaft. She pumped him, making him hiss.
“You know what he likes?” Lorenzo asked Holly, determined to prove how perfect she was for them. Trent groaned from beneath them, and his cock slipped across Lorenzo’s, separated only by a bit of Holly.
Holly licked her lips, and Lorenzo chuckled. “Yeah, what guy doesn’t? But even more…he’s obsessed with your tits.”
She blinked up at Lorenzo and then Owen as if trying to clear her mind long enough to see if what he said was true. Lorenzo didn’t want her to think that hard. He wanted her to ride the feelings and emotions coursing between them, like he was. It was the only way to protect himself.