“Oh fuck…” Ryan’s eyes were brilliant silver, his mouth falling open, and that was what distracted me from my discomfort. “Riley, you’re even more perfect than I thought.”
“They want to see you, need to see you,” Fen said, his lips against my neck as my arms trembled, resisting him ever so slightly. “You’re the one they’ve longed for all this time, and now you’re so close to being theirs. Let them see those pretty tits of yours. They ache, don’t they? Just like they did in the shop when I—”
“When you what?” Colt asked with a frown. “Sounds like a lot has happened in a few hours.”
“When I tended to our mate,” Fen replied, a slender thread of a growl in his voice. “I wanted to take her home. I wanted to bring her to you. I knew we’d end up here, but she was adamant she wanted to go out. Her breasts were very swollen and sensitive, just like they are now.” Fingertips brushed against my nipples, making me shudder in response, illustrating his point. “I touched her like this, just lightly, and…”
Maybe Fen kept talking, maybe he didn’t, I couldn’t seem to tell. His fingers, his presence, the warmth of his body against mine, it all had me going limp against him, then my back arched as his caresses grew more insistent. My thighs fell open, and that was when I heard their groans, but it didn’t seem enough. I needed to be open to them, some instinct pushing at me hard. Fen’s thighs moved with mine, giving me more space, but it wasn’t enough, not for what was coming. Those frustratingly light caresses had me simmering, but I needed to boil. Then he came.
A hand on my ankle forced my eyes open, and there was Blake.
“It’s OK, Riley. Everything will be all right now.”
And with that, he lifted my leg and put it over Fen’s thigh, splitting me open.
“Fuck, she’s dripping,” Colt said on a groan.
“Now the other leg, and then you’ll be fine.”
The contrast between Blake’s gentle voice and the position I found myself in was stark and seemed to just add to what I was feeling.
“That’s it, love. Good girl,” Fen said. “Now, arms around my neck.” They moved without thought, wrapping around him, feeling the curl of his hair against my fingers. “Look at how you’re displayed for them.” He ran a possessive hand down my stomach. “You’re everything they’ve ever wanted, and you’re just out of reach.” His hands returned to my nipples, his fingers plucking at them, harder now, my hips beginning to pulse in time with each stroke. “You want them to have a taste, right? They want it, need it.”
As soon as he said those words, I did too. Everything he was doing was stoking a fire inside me, one that was growing hotter and hotter with each tug. I was empty, needing, the sweetest of aches beginning, but I couldn’t bear another. I needed to be petted, stroked, soothed.
“Who do you want to have their first taste?”
My eyes went to Colt, a pained smile spreading across his face at that, but he shook his head slowly. My gaze followed his as he stared down at the man at my feet.
“Blake?”
“You ready for that, Riley?” he asked, sliding his massive hand up my thigh. Those thick fingers, they’d push hard inside me. I remembered exactly how that felt as I followed the slow progress of his tongue as it slid across his lips.
Like he could already taste me.
“You ready for me?” There was something darker, more insistent in his usually gentle voice, all of the deep brown gone from his irises. “I can smell your need, love. You need tending. Let me.”
I nodded, just once, and arched my hips up as soon as he moved between my thighs, wanting whatever he had to give. His hands slapped down on top of them, holding me still as he wedged those broad shoulders between them.
“Gonna make you feel so good,” he promised in more of a growl than his usual voice. “Gonna make you come all over my face.”
Yes. That. That was what I needed. Their voices, the words they used, they helped co-create a reality that I just wanted to sink right into, one where the men I’d cared for since forever did everything I’d ever dreamed of and more.
I watched him slide his fingers along my seam, just like before at my place, but this time, he held his fingers up, showing how wet I’d made them. He pulled his fingers apart so I could see the clear film of my slick, before he went back for more. I jolted as they slid up, my clit feeling too sensitive and like it wasn’t enough, all at the same time, but he knew what he was doing. Somehow, all of them did. Whatever instincts rode me, answering ones rose in them, so he just worked the hood of my clit back and forth, getting me used to the feeling. Then, at the first sound of a moan from me, he moved both hands down, spreading my labia wide, and then licked up.
Sometimes, oral sex felt like a soft mess of pleasurable sensations, but not this fucking time. Everywhere his tongue slid, my skin burned. I let out some guttural cry, because as soon as Blake did that, Fen’s fingers became brutal, tugging hard on my nipples until small explosions of sensations went off inside me, met by the insistent slither of Blake’s tongue.
He gorged on me, the room filling with the lewd sounds of my cunt being devoured, made only worse as he slid his finger inside me, but that wasn’t enough. A small whine from me, and another was added, then another, some part of my mind aware that this was a stretch I’d never managed to achieve before, right before he pushed another in.
Stuffed full, my clit popped out, and I felt every damn bit of each lick as whatever was inside me ratcheted higher. Blake’s fingers pushed in harder, deeper, boring into me, forcing me to open in ways I suddenly craved.
“You need to be open for us,” Fen rumbled. “That’s what we need, what you need. Open up and let us in!”
Something happened then, Blake’s fingers sliding that bit deeper, his curling fingertips touching something I’d needed stroked all along, and that was when his lips closed around my clit.
I came. I couldn’t help but come with what he was doing. He plundered me in ways no man ever had, taking and taking, but giving back so much more. My skin burned, sweat rolling down in beads, as I let out a godawful scream.
I came backto myself then, feeling like me, Riley, beta, as I jerked helplessly on Fen’s lap. With that came a sense of shame that I’d allowed myself to put on such a rude display, but that was quickly shouldered sideways. Pleasure washed through me—so much pleasure, I couldn’t breathe, my breath coming in sharp little pants as I frantically sucked in oxygen.