My skin is alive, too. It reminds me of the way I felt the night I arrived in Phoenix Falls—like there are a million more nerve endings than there were before, and each of them is being lit up.
A pair of heavy hands takes my arms and pull me to my feet. Before I’ve had chance to decide whose hands they were, someone is kissing me. It’s Tanner; I’d know his lips anywhere. I lose myself in him, my tongue welcoming his urgently into my mouth.
My bra is unclasped. It’s peeled off my shoulders with achingly slow fingers, then hangs half-obscuring my breasts while another pair of hands peels my black underwear down over my hips.
My legs are parted, causing me to wobble a little, but someone is behind me keeping me steady. A tongue works in small delicate circles up my inner thigh, then another kisses the backs of my knees—a spot I’d never have even dreamed would be erotic until I met my mages.
Even though I know there are only four of them, I feel like there are a hundred hands on me. A hundred tongues. Like my body is lighting up in a hundred different places all at once. Pulses of electricity shoot to where their lips and hands meet my skin, creating miniature explosions that make me hum and groan.
A mouth clamps down hard on my nipple. I gasp as my hard bud is sucked and nibbled; pain merging with pleasure and becoming something else. Something bigger.
I am desperate to touch them, to feel their bodies, to explore the cords of muscle that create glorious rivets on their chests. I’m desperate to wrap my fingers around them and enjoy their arousal. But I can’t move. My hands are bound.
“Let me touch you,” I plead, with no idea who I’m speaking to.
“Not yet, Little Star,” Mack whispers in my ear. I turn my head toward his voice and steal his words from his mouth with a hungry kiss. He kisses me back, then hands—not Mack’s—are beneath my ass. I’m being scooped up into someone’s arms. Tanner. It has to be Tanner because his chest is smooth and he smells of morning rain. I don’t know how a person can smell like rain, but he does. My Tanner does.
There’s a shuffling sound as Tanner lowers me to the floor, landing me on a blanket. It’s not soft, but softer than the bare wooden floor would be. Finally, my wrists are set free. My bra falls to the floor and I reach for the blindfold, but a hand stops me.
“Keep it on,” Kole whispers. “Everything is brighter in the dark.” As if to prove it, he trails a wet finger down between my breasts, over my stomach, toward my center. When he reaches my clit, he stops. I try to move with him, but his hand has disappeared.
I’m reaching for him when my fingers find Sam’s erection instead. Hungrily, I take my lips to his shaft. He weaves his fingers into my hair and pulls my mouth onto him. As I suck and lap and moisten his cock, a tongue starts toying with my clit.
A long, thick finger enters my pussy, then another, and I have no idea if they belong to just one of my boyfriends or two of them. I’m in heaven. Actual heaven. I can’t think; all I can do now is feel. Their hands, their lips, the way they want me.
It should be strange, or taboo, or confusing, or dirty. Except, it’s not. Being with them like this feels like the most natural thing in the world. As love and lust swirl around us, I finally pull the blindfold from my face.
Tanner and Sam are between my legs, kissing each other while they play with my pussy. The sight makes my eyes roll back in my head and my toes curl viciously. Leaning back, I realize Mack is behind me. He’s stroking my hair, running his hands down my body, easing the excruciating arousal that’s flooding my body.
“Baby girl,” he mutters, “you look so fucking good with two men sucking your clit.”
My eyes flash as they meet his. Finally, he’s telling me what he likes.
As Mack holds my chin and eases his shaft into my mouth, Kole strokes my stomach, his big firm hands travelling up and down my body like he’s trying to memorize every inch of it. Then he stops, nudges Tanner and Sam out of the way and flips me over onto my front. Before I have chance to fully open my legs, Kole plunges into me. He arches over me, pressing me flat to the floor, his weight suffocating and exhilarating at the same time.
My fingers scrunch the blanket hard. It shifts beneath me. Soon, my nails are scratching the wooden floor as I cry out with pleasure.
When Kole leaves me, I feel empty, but only for a moment because then Mack is taking his place, turning me back over so I’m facing him. Taking gentle hold of my ankles, Mack lifts my legs and hooks them over his shoulders. Instantly, my arms fly to my stomach. I can’t think of a more unflattering angle, and my bravado starts to melt.
Mack snatches my hands away. As he slides into my cunt, his eyes fix on mine. “Look at me,” he growls. “You’re ours. Do not disrespect what’s ours. Every inch of you is perfect.”
A breathless simper escapes my lips. I turn and look for Tanner. He and Sam are watching, giving their dicks long, firm strokes as they study Mack’s punishing thrusts. Crawling up the side of my body, Tanner kisses me. I tip my head back, and he understands what I want.
Positioning himself on top of me, so I can take his balls in my mouth and his cock in my hands, he stars to play with my clit. At the exact moment Mack changes angle and finds a spot that makes me yell, Tanner lowers his lips to my pussy. I’m moaning onto his balls when I notice hands on Tanner’s ass. Peeking, I see Kole is spreading him open.
Holy hell... I let go of Tanner’s dick and stretch my hands back, fire licking my insides as I feel Kole ease his shaft past Tanner’s tight ring.
Tanner is still for a moment, then pushes back. Mack tugs me toward him, then angles me so that Tanner can lower his lips to my nipples while Kole fucks him.
Sam is watching them with wide eyes. He’s stopped touching himself, as if he’s too hypnotized by what he’s seeing to move. “Sam,” I whisper, “would you like to know what Tanner’s dick tastes like?”
“Fuck,” Tanner whispers onto my nipple. He looks up with a grin on his face. “Is that what you want, Little Star?”
I nod, barely able to breathe from the crushing heat in my lungs.
As Mack lowers my legs and arches over me, pulling me into a hold so tight I feel like the weight of a polar bear is on top of me instead of a man, Sam gently wraps his lips around Tanner’s shaft.
The three of them rock back and forth, and they’re so fucking beautiful I can’t look away.