Connor had to admit, the way Sunny writhed as he held her still revved him up. Her body twisted as Garrison licked her pussy, as he put all his skills to use on her swollen clit, and it made her rub against his cock.
She was perfect. There really wasn’t another way to put it, and no matter if she was walking out, it didn’t change that fact.
Garrison shoved her toward a release so fast, it was clear what he had in mind. He didn’t plan to take things easy, to tease her, to edge her. He intended to break her apart over and over again.
Which, Connor had to admit, had promise. She always looked lovely flushed and overstimulated and tired. There was something endearing about that, about the vulnerability when she could hardly keep her eyes open and just cleaning her up made her whimper.
Connor looked down her body to catch eyes with Garrison, who darted his gaze to the nightstand.
Ah.Not only had Trent grabbed condoms, but lube as well. It seemed that since it was the last night, they wanted to try something new. When Sunny pressed against him again, when he thought about how much he wanted to take her at the same time as the other two, well, it sounded like a good idea to him.
Her orgasm crashed into her, as powerful as they usually were for her. Despite how sweet she was, how quiet so much of the time, when she came she always came hard. She arched, and he held her up by his grip on her thigh, by wrapping his other arm around her to keep her still.
When she finished, when she sagged in his grip and Garrison gave one last lick, Connor released her thigh and turned her toward him. He took his own kiss, wanting to get lost in her heat and her desire.
He tugged her forward, keeping her against him even as he moved onto the bed, bringing her into his lap. She spread her thighs around him, much like she had earlier, when he’d taken her on the couch.
Fuck knew he wouldn’t be taking her ass, not that night.
And there won’t be another…
While he’d have loved to feel her so tight around him, it was a better idea for someone less thick to try it first, and he had no doubt who exactly would.
After taking a condom from the nightstand and rolling it over his shaft, he used a hand on Sunny’s waist to position her. Not that it took any coaxing—she moved into place, her hands on his shoulders, hunger in her expression.
He didn’t bother to keep in the deep rumble when she lowered herself onto him, when that sweet cunt of hers took each thick inch of his cock. It reminded him of earlier, of when she’d ridden him on the couch, when she’d fought past her own demons to have what she’d wanted—him.
This time she wouldn’t just get what she wanted, though.
Trent and Garrison moved around in Connor’s peripheral vision, but he ignored them for the moment. He brushed his lips against Sunny’s full ones, tasting the mint on her breath from her toothpaste, and set a languid pace, as if that would keep the night from ending.
Nothing could stop that, though, and as Connor often reminded the others—they weren’t romantics.
He couldn’t make the night last forever, which meant all he could do was commit as much to memory as possible.
Sunny didn’t jump when a hand was set on her back, when it stroked down her spine before grabbing her ass. She didn’t know if it was just that she’d gotten comfortable with the men or if she was too far gone to care whose hand it was.
Garrison’s dark eyes met hers from beside her when she broke the kiss with Connor, telling her Trent was the one touching her.
Not that it surprised her, especially when a sharp sting occurred moments later, when that hand slapped her ass.
Andboydid she whine at the feeling, no longer ashamed of it, of her response to it. It was some strange gift they’d given her, an ability to accept a part of herself she’d feared before.
Garrison’s lips curled into a smile, as if he liked the sound she made. “I thought we’d try something new,” he explained.
Right then, Sunny was pretty sure she’d agree to anything they wanted. They hadn’t steered her wrong thus far…
At least, that was what she thought until Trent used his thumbs to spread her cheeks, the point clear.
She swallowed with a loud gulp.
Garrison caught her chin, his grip as solid as his gaze. “You said you weren’t sure before. You can still say no.”
She took her lip between her teeth. Memories of anal being a very bad thing before threatened her, but she forced herself to think through it. Sex had been horrific before, too, but it hadn’t been with them. She nodded.
“Sorry, sweet, but you need to speak up. Do you want to? You can always back out if you don’t like it.”
She refused to let the past dictate her future anymore, and especially since this was her last night with them, she wanted to experienceeverything. “I want to.”