Foster came forward and wrapped me in his arms. “We’ll do anything you want,” he said and kissed me. He sat me on the edge of the bed and sank to his knees. “Of course, we do need to make sure that you’re ready, right?”
He winked and started kissing his way up my thighs, and I leaned back on my elbows, giving him more access to me. Callan sat up and swept my hair over my shoulder. He kissed my neck and shoulders and his hands found my breasts. He cupped them, tested their weight in his palms. He found my nipples just as Foster’s tongue found my clit. A shiver ran through me, and I leaned back into Callan as much as I dared as Foster teased me with light flicks of his tongue that started a fire in my belly. I moaned under their ministrations.
Foster pressed a finger inside me, and my breath caught in my throat. He had a knack for finding the spot that made colors explode in my vision, and the moment he knew he’d found it, he played over that spot again and again, making things go tight and tighter inside me.
“Foster,” I cried out, riding his hand.
Callan dipped me back enough that he could kiss me. “Look at me,” he said against my mouth. “Look at me while he makes you come.” I met his eyes, and Foster circled my clit and pressed against that spot inside me at the same time, and I flew apart in Callan’s arms.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he said and kissed me again. Foster gentled his movements and stood. his face was wet from me, and he had a savage grin on his face.
“Lie back,” I told Callan. He nodded and lay back on the bed. “I’m not going to hurt you, am I?” I asked him.
Callan shook his head. “I promise that I’m fine.” I didn’t quite believe him—the probability of popping his stitches was very real—but I straddled his lap and looked down at him, searching for any signs of discomfort. “You’re not going to hurt me, Princess.” His hands came up and rested on my hips. “You look good up there.”
I felt myself flush. Was it only a handful of weeks ago that I did this for the first time? Sex before my men was something of rote and repetition. Each experience with them was new and breathtaking. We heard the door click again, and then Ethan was back, looking triumphant and holding the tube that he’d had on the plane. My heart began to pound against my ribs, and I let out a shaky breath.
He climbed onto the bed and curled himself around my back. I felt like a circuit that had just been closed. I leaned up, and with Callan’s help, positioned him so that he was pressed against my entrance. Watching his face, I lowered myself down, sighing as he filled me. “Please don’t ask if you’re hurting me,” Callan said before I could ask him the question that was on the tip of my tongue. “You’re not. You feel fucking amazing.” He thrust upward, and I let out a little moan.
Ethan kissed my shoulder, reminding me that he was behind me. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
I nodded. “Please.”
“Lean forward for me a bit?” he asked. “And if anything feels uncomfortable, all you have to do is say so, and it stops.”
I felt his fingers, already slick, against my ass, and when he pressed inward, my chest locked up. Everything felt hot all at once. It was intense every time they’d touched me there, but to have him do it while Callan was inside me was something else entirely.
“Ethan,” I cried out, unsure of how to move to get more of that intensity. “Callan, oh, my God.” With his hands on my hips, Callan helped me to ride him while Ethan thrust his fingers into me.
Orgasm hit me faster than I thought possible, and I moved my hips faster, chasing that feeling while Callan groaned. “Fucking hell, Princess,” he panted.
The need formorestruck me. “Ethan, please.”
“Please what, Adrianne?” he asked, not teasing. “I need you to tell me what you want, okay?”
“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Please,pleasefuck me.”
He was quiet for a moment, and I could almost feel him trembling. “Lean forward,” he said.
I put my hand on Callan’s tattooed chest to steady myself, and I stared into his dark eyes, so serious on mine. The head of Ethan’s cock nudged me, and I gasped. He pressed inside, and I let out a cry. I had never felt this full before in my life.
Beneath me, Callan’s eyebrows were knitted together. “Holy—” he breathed.
“Fuck,” Ethan finished. “You are so fucking tight around me.”
We took a collective breath, and then Ethan moved his hips, and fire ignited in my spine. He and Callan found a rhythm of push and pull that had me near to tears. My body didn’t know what to do with the full, heavy feeling.
Tipping my head back, I saw Foster watching me with an intensity on his face that made my heart squeeze. My hand shot out and found him, hard and curved against his belly. I wanted him with us in this. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked.
“Shit, Adrianne,” he groaned and reached between my thighs. He found my clit, circling it roughly with the pad of his finger, and from one breath to the next, I came hard.
Ethan’s head hit my shoulder, and he swore as he came. Seconds later, Callan grunted and let go, and then I felt wetness over my hand as Foster came. There was a stillness afterward, for a split second, and then very carefully, Ethan pulled himself away from me. He helped to move me off Callan, and I lay, practically boneless, on the bed.
We all lay, relearning how to breathe, for a few moments, and that quiet was the most peaceful feeling I’d ever experienced. “I love you,” I said to them. “I couldn’t imagine loving anyone the way that I love you three.”
Ethan, who was closest to me, leaned in and kissed my shoulder. “I love you too.” Callan and Foster echoed him, and they all reached for me at the same time, tucking me into the center of them, where I knew for sure that I was meant to be. I knew that I needed to get up and shower, but my legs felt like jelly, and sleep tugged at my eyes. I heard their soft, even breathing and knew that I wasn’t the only one about to fall asleep.
When I woke up later, it was dusk, and I was starving. My men were still asleep around me, but if I moved, they’d all be awake in a second. I did what I could to lie still and enjoy the feeling of them around me.