7
RAVEN
The first man tostep behind me is Francisco.
I don’t see him. I feel his hands on my waist, his lips on my hair, and the unmistakable scent of his cologne.
“I missed you, baby…” he says, smiling, his breath trailing my shoulder.
I look at the man standing by me, erection in hand, a smirk on his lips, his eyes narrowed at me.
He takes his hand away from my breasts, so Francisco cups them.
Once I’m in his hands, all I want is to pivot to him.
There’s something inside me wanting to taunt Roman and a bit of rebellion too. I just want Roman to see how my men are.
How they hold me and fuck me.
I’m not the one to ask for permission, so I turn around and fall into Francisco’s arms. As if knowing this will happen, he is ready for me with a smile on his face.
We crash into each other as we always do, without caring who is watching. And I feel good as if finding my way home, and how different this is.
Francisco is so easy for me.
He is like a book you go back to over and over again, eager to read the same scene and relive the same story and moments, thriving and getting excited.
I’ve lost this man a few times since we had fun in the pool, in his car, and in my room.
And I almost forgot I wore the dress he had bought me––the dress everybody else has touched since.
The dress Kai and Alejandro have peeled off.
I almost forgot how good he had felt.
He’s like a warm breeze sweeping my body when I need it the most.
Kissing me, he runs his zipper down, and fast, without waiting, he hitches my thigh high on his hip, holds it there, grabs his erection, and enters me.
We both moan, and someone grunts with frustration in the room. I don’t have time to check and see.
My eyes are closed, and our mouths are connected for a little longer before the back of my head leans into the wall, and I breathe soft moans, and Francisco’s lips go to my neck, leaving many kisses.
He rolls his hips and then just breathes on my lips.
Unfocused eyes stare at me when I open mine.
A smile tugs at his lips, a grin blooming on mine.
“You are so good,” he murmurs only for me to hear, although I sense their eyes on us, Roman’s gaze not leaving my face.
He is more interested in my expression than anything else, his fist slowly stroking his impressive cock.
I wish I had taken a better look, but I keep my stare on him only for a second before moving it to Francisco, who narrows his eyes at me, his gaze flooded with pleasure.
He plunges deeper and deeper while I jolt against his thrusts, fully aware of the rule.
They all come while I come last.