The floorboards creak, and the light comes on. I wince, slamming my eyes shut before I open one of them to find Apollo. His face is a perfect mask, expressionless, empty. A part of me is afraid he’s going to be offended. That he might have thought I would choose him over the others.
Then I see the bulge in his pants, and I know he enjoys what he sees.
Ren and Donatello don’t stop their motions. Their hands explore my skin, arms, stomach, my breasts, both mouths still close to one another, exploring mine. I try to say something, but when I open my mouth, Ren strokes his tongue against mine, and Donatello tries to join, and it’s physically impossible for my eyes to stay open. A long moan escapes me, and I press my thighs together.
Fuck, I’m about to come, and we’re just kissing.
The mattress gives, and I open my eyes to watch Apollo joining us. He gets rid of his shirt, and I trace down his defined chest with my gaze. I want to lick him. I want to lick every vale and every inch of his dark skin and watch how it glints under the light when it’s all wet.
Apollo reaches up for my pants and tugs them down so hard I’m afraid they’ll rip. I gasp. “If you rip those,” I tell him when Donatello and Ren stop fucking my mouth, “I’ll have to walk around naked. Would you like that?”
He drops the pants on the floor, then grips my ankles. “Fuck no. No one out of this room can see this.”
His words send warmth across my chest. Possessiveness should be a no-no. I’m a feminist and all that, and I know possessiveness is one of the many red flags a guy can give. But right now, I adore how Apollo wants to keep me. Better even. He doesn’t want to keep me to him only but share with the other two. He has truly accepted whatever this is.
Apollo parts my legs and props one ankle of mine on his shoulder. He keeps his eyes on me, burning gold, as he kisses the inside of my leg, lowering his mouth against my skin until he’s nibbling on my thigh. He glances at my panties and grins. “Look who’s all wet for us.”
Pretty sure I’m soaking through my panties and through the sheets too. “Can’t help it,” I tease, and Donatello pinches my chin between his fingers and presses his mouth to mine again. Ren makes quick work of my shirt, and one of his hands cups my breast. I moan against Donatello, reaching out for his pants.
The moment I fist Donatello’s hard cock, Apollo hooks a finger around my panties, pulling them out of the way, and licks a path between my lower lips. I’m so damned horny, so wet, and so irrevocably aroused, I come undone with one lick.
My fingers tighten around Donatello’s cock, and I explode. It’s sudden and violent, a quake taking over my body, my back arching out of bed. I hear Donatello cursing in Italian, his hand closing around my waist, tugging me closer. Ren devours my mouth, fingers digging into my hair as he eats up my moans.
I come down in time to catch Apollo jumping off the bed to kick his shoes and pants off. He gives me one second to glance at his fat cock, then he’s on his belly again. He rips my panties off with a smirk, and I don’t have the time to complain before he closes his lips around my clit. My legs shoot out, and he grips them, parting my knees and feasting on my wetness.
“Fucking hell, give me a second,” I beg him, but he just laughs against my pussy, ignoring my pleads. My clit throbs and I climb yet another orgasm. Ren undoes my bra behind my back, and Donatello takes it off. Yay for teamwork.
I try to have some participation in it, but I’m overwhelmed by the three. The best I can do is rake my nails down arms and backs and dig my fingers into hairs to pull them in for another soul-searing kiss. It feels like each one of them has been waiting for this their whole lives, and they won’t have me in the way.
They want to please me, no matter what I want to do. I have to fight for space between our bodies, and as Donatello sucks on my tits and Ren nibbles on my lower lip, I manage to catch their dicks in my hands and jerk them off. Their groans reverberate against me, setting my skin on fire, and I congratulate myself for keeping a rhythm. Pumping two cocks at the same time is not as easy as I thought.
Apollo is a fucking pro with his tongue, swirling it around my clit as he inserts a finger, then two into my channel. I clench my muscles, angling my hips as he eats me up. Lust coils inside me, and it takes no time at all for me to explode against him once more.
And then Apollo has had it, and he gets to his knees and pulls me up against him. That’s the possessiveness in him. He doesn’t care much about the other two when he puts me on his lap, legs straddling him, and clamps his mouth on mine. I sit on his cock, the hardness parting my lower lips and pressing against my hypersensitive clit. I whimper.
“You’re dying for this cock, aren’t you, baby girl?” Apollo asks against my mouth, his hands around my hips, moving me against him. My wetness covers his member, and it would be so fucking easy for him to just slide into me. I moan in reply. He uses a hand to clasp my hair and pull my head back until I look at him. His eyes had never been more golden. “Say it.”
I lick my lips. “I want your cock, Apollo.” My voice is a joke, all weak and trembling with need. I’m at their mercy, begging for release, pleading for the fulfillment of their dirty promises.
Ren’s warm lips touch my shoulder, and Donatello’s hands trace circles down my spine. The sound of slapping skin as someone jerks off makes my blood boil. Apollo bites on my lower lip, tugging it out, then lets it pop free.
“I’m dying to come all over this pussy, but I have a tiny problem,” he says, and I tense.
“I don’t have STDs, I swear,” I say too fast, and he chuckles, but the sound is strained. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass.
He shakes his head, raking his teeth over my lip. “I have no condoms here, and to fuck you bareback...” He shakes his head once. “I don’t think I could take it without marking you as my mate.”
Ren releases a breath against my neck. “Fuck, I totally forgot that.”
“Then mark me,” I say, my mind half-gone with lust. “You two can mark me, and we’re good.”
Apollo smiles. “I wish it was that simple, but we’ve just met, baby girl. Mating is for life, and you don’t want to make rush decisions in the middle of sex.”
I pout. No shame in that. “Then what are we going to do?”
Donatello’s not-so-cold fingers curl around my waist, and he turns me until I’m straddling his lap. When did he take his clothes off? No matter. His golden skin is on show, smooth under the orange lights. I trace the smattering of hair down his navel to his twitching cock, the head purple with need.
“Good thing I’m no shifter,” he says before he kisses me. Donatello holds me close as he lays down, my body coming on top of his, my breasts pouring down his chest. His tongue explores my mouth with sensual, deep strokes, one of his hands collecting my hair and holding it, the other exploring my skin, down my back, to grab at my ass. I arch my hips, searching for his dick.