The soft and the hard all at the same time.
Tentatively, I reach around to palm Travis' ass so I can find purchase. That’s when Sawyer lifts my hips out of the water and taps on the butt plug. I moan and Travis curses. I love getting a reaction out of him—it's so fucking satisfying.
But all thoughts of Travis' emotions fly out the window when Sawyer's cock plunges inside my pussy. All three of my holes are filled and I've never felt more alive in my entire fucking life. Asher and Cole both reach out and tweak my nipples, pinching and rolling them between their thumbs and forefinger.
Travis is brutal with my mouth, pushing in and out, bottoming out down my throat with every snap of his hips. I love that he doesn't treat me like a fragile little doll, that he knows I can take whatever the fuck he throws my way.
Because I fucking can and I will.
"My turn." Sawyer pulls out, kneeling at my side and running a finger around my tits and stomach while Asher takes his place. I grunt at the long, smooth glide of his dick from tip to hilt without pausing even once. I'm so fucking full between him and the plug that I struggle to keep up the sucking.
The pads of my fingers are digging into the tight muscle of Travis's ass and it's almost like digging into fucking concrete. Man, I wish I had buns of steel like that.
"Focus." How the fuck does he know when my mind wanders? It's not like I'm not sucking his dick like a good little girl.
Pulling out, Travis never lets go of my hair, even when Sawyer takes his place, feeding me his hard length, his eyes boring into mine with love and concern.
My ass is just above the surface of the water, which is flying all over the fucking place—against our skin, over the lip of the tub, against the tiled walls—it's a damn water polo match in here and the prize at the end is an orgasmic coma.
"Christ, you're so fucking tight." Asher slides out and Cole immediately takes his place and gone is the soft fucking. Travis is directing the show, pulling and pushing my head until he hears me gagging on Sawyer's cock.
"That's it, choke on his dick. Show us how much you love to suck our cocks." The more he talks, the wetter I get. There must be something wrong with me. Or maybe I'm just a kinky bitch who's found the men to finally satisfy her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come." I'm staring up at Sawyer as he nods to Cole. Suddenly, a hand is on my clit and Cole's groin is shamelessly grinding on the butt plug. That's when I lose any semblance of control.
I come so hard that I literally choke on Sawyer's pistoning erection. He pulls out just enough for me to breathe, but then he smirks and winks. "Drink up, Sunshine." By the time I register his words, his cum is filling my mouth and I'm swallowing every fucking drop of it.
Cole doesn't relent until Sawyer slides out and Asher takes his place, and just like a sexy little merry-go-round, Cole is playing with my tits, sucking and licking and pinching and tweaking while Travis takes out the butt plug and shoves his dick inside my ass, lube pouring down my crack like hot chocolate on a Banana Split Sundae.
He fucks me hard for a few minutes, Asher's dick filling my mouth and throat a lot easier than Sawyer since I'm coated in his brother's cum. They're delicious, all of them. I imagine doing this for the rest of my life and the thought only gives me more incentive to please them. And myself, of course.
Travis pulls out and Cole sits down on the ledge where he takes me by the hips and pulls me back so I'm sitting on his lap. The movement has Asher popping out of my mouth and we both curse at the loss.
"Turn around, Beautiful." I do, only to find Cole's mouth on me, demanding entrance and lavishing me with passion. We kiss for minutes, or hours, or maybe an eternity before I realize the guys have stepped out of the tub. When I look back out, Asher is holding a gigantic fluffy towel for me to step into. With Cole's help, I'm able to get out without falling on my face—my knees aren't exactly holding me up—allowing my men to coddle and spoil me.
Picking me up with one arm under my shoulder and another under my knees, I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle his throat.
Asher brings me to the floor to ceiling windows and gently places me on the floor where they've set up a cozy nook with all the pillows and comforters from the beds. Rose petals are everywhere and the scent is intoxicating.
Lying down, Sawyer flips me onto him—reverse cowgirl style—turns my head to the side, and kisses me wildly as the guys all settle around us. It's quick and it's heady, reminding me that I'm the center of this show.
Their dicks are all standing proud, looking like they need more than just a little attention. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around Asher's cock, only to be slapped away by Travis.
His expression is hard with an undercurrent of dare to it. Like he wants me to try again.
So I do. This time with Cole.
He slaps it away again, then shoves his cock in my mouth, fucking it once, twice before he pulls out.
"Good girls are patient." Pinching my chin, he forces my mouth open and spits inside, pushing my mouth close and daring me to disobey. "Swallow what I give you." Defiantly, I stare at him as I do what I'm told then open my mouth again, my tongue out and begging.
"Such a pretty little whore, we have."
Sawyer lifts my hips and impales me from beneath me, fucking me slowly, getting me all worked up all over again before he stops and pulls me off of him.
That's when Cole joins the party with the bottle of lube.
They coat me with it, careful to dole out a generous amount for my ass before turning me to face Sawyer, who pushes back inside me with a deep, guttural groan.