Chapter Ten
Considering Lazarus said they’d never done this before, not with Dante, anyway, they moved together with remarkable foresight. Working together instinctively without the need for instruction.
Those were reserved for her.
Like a well-oiled machine, the three of them repositioned themselves.
Lazarus lay on his back in front of the fire and Dante took Shyla’s hands and helped her straddle him.
The sight of him, long and thick, gave her a moment of pause. Was what they were proposing even possible? They were all impressively endowed… how was it all going to fit?
“Just relax and let us do the work,” Lazarus encouraged as he grasped her hips and helped her position herself over his cock.
Jericho kneeled down behind her and wrapped his arm underneath her breasts to support her while Lazarus moved one hand to his cock and lined it up with her slit. He took his time, drawing it through her slick folds. There was something incredibly erotic about one man holding her while another prepared to fill her and the thought alone had her greedy channel weeping in response.
In front of her Dante’s hand also fell to his cock. He pumped it up and down and Shyla licked her lips. He stepped forwards, but instead of giving her his cock, he reached out a tanned hand and cupped one of her breasts. The nipple became impossibly harder as Dante teased it with his thumb and she arched into him. He plucked at the straining bud, then reached out his other hand so he could play with them both.
Shyla moaned and would have swayed towards him if Jericho hadn’t held her firmly in place. Instead, his corded forearm plumped and lifted her breasts like they were an offering for his brother. With both hands on her Dante pinched and twisted and Shyla writhed in a haze of sensual bliss.
Beneath her Lazarus stopped teasing her and notched his cockhead at her entrance, arching up at the same time as Jericho exerted a subtle pressure that encouraged her downwards.
Shyla followed their lead and relaxed her braced legs so she could sink down on top of him, take him inside her inch by glorious inch until she was fully seated.
She wanted to move, to glide up and down Lazarus’s delicious shaft and ride him, but his hands, tight on her hips, prevented it.
Dante took a step back, releasing her pouting nipples and Shyla mewled her discontent while Jericho also loosened his hold to press between her shoulder blades and encourage her to bend forward.
Shyla braced herself on shaky arms and sucked in a breath when the flurry of movement above her head culminated in another dribble of warm oil sliding down her butt crack.
Her eyes widened as she felt Jericho’s finger demanding access to her bottom hole once more, but this time there was so much less room, since Lazarus already filled her hungry pussy, and she knew a moment of panic.
Her eyes widened, and her gaze clung to Lazarus like he was her lifeline. He curled his fingers around her neck and brought her face to his. “Relax,” he murmured against her lips. “Bear down a little, it will make things easier.”
The idea was slightly embarrassing, but before she could think about it, Lazarus distracted her with a kiss. His mouth smashed into her like he was starving for her taste, his tongue pushing between her lips and demanding access.
Shyla lost herself in the kiss, allowing it to lull her while Jericho pushed the slick head of his cock against her crinkled rosette.
She was vaguely aware of Dante gently scooping all her hair into his hands, even though his brother was still kissing her. The sensation of so many pairs of hands on her body was mind boggling. It felt like she was being touched everywhere, all at once. It was decadent and sinful and completely indescribable.
Lazarus pushed inexorably into her back hole. Shyla wanted to hold her breath, but that was impossible thanks to Lazarus’s marauding mouth.
A hand stroked down her back from her shoulders then back up. Dante. Her brain knew without looking and her heart clenched at how he soothed and calmed her; at how Lazarus distracted her.
She screwed her eyes shut and stilled, despite the stroking, the kisses, when Jericho breached her tight rim and the burning sensation surged and engulfed her body as he pressed inside.
Shyla bore down, like Lazarus suggested and was surprised to find it helped, easing Jericho’s way until he must surely be halfway in.
Nerve ending lit up as he dragged himself back out again, dousing the shaft of his cock in more oil, then pushing forwards again, making room where there surely should be none.
The pressure, the burn, eased to give way to a feeling of overwhelming fullness and the sensation of being stretched so tight it felt like she might burst.
Then Lazarus directed her hips, pushing up against her so he could withdraw a little and suddenly Jericho was seated fully in her ass, his hair roughened thighs pressed against hers.
Lazarus let go of her mouth and a slight tug on her hair pulled her up until she found the tip of Dante’s plum shaped cock level with her lips.
He inched forward, and painted her lips with his pre-cum, holding her head still by the tether of her hair as his brothers set up a rhythm to fuck her. One surging in while the other withdrew in a dance they were clearly practiced in.
Shyla darted out her tongue and licked Dante’s tip, enjoying the taste of him and reveling in the way he took control, positioning her head just where he wanted it, then pressing his throbbing shaft between her lips, deeper and deeper.