Laughing, I go to stand as well, but Sebastian catches my hand. “Are you sure?” He asks, his eyes boring into me.
I frown. “You don’t want to?”
“Of course. But a few hours ago, you were crying your heart out.”
Jack strokes down my arms. “We don’t just want you for sex,” he says. “If you’re still feeling a bit—”
I snort. “Weepy? Hormonal? Sensitive?”
“Fragile,” he corrects, “we don’t have to do this now, Beth.”
I bite my lip. “I want to be close to you. I want to feel you all.” I think I need it. I’ve felt so alone for so long. I need to feel them all around me, their bodies pressing into mine. I need to feel them inside me.
Sebastian nods and stands, taking my hand. “Come on, then,” he says quietly. “Come see how much we missed you.”
Sixty-Eight
Beth
Surprisingly, Sebastian leads us into his room. We haven’t all had sex in here yet; I assumed he’d find it too messy, but he doesn’t seem concerned as Cyrus lays me gently onto his white sheets and climbs up next to me, kissing me hard. Three sets of hands travel over my body, plucking at my clothes, and I’m quickly relieved of my t-shirt and pajama shorts. I didn’t bother putting on underwear after my shower, and when Cyrus realises, he groans, parting my knees and pressing his hand between my thighs.
“Christ, honey,” he murmurs, and I squirm as he strokes a finger delicately through my hot folds. “You’re soaked.” He lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks it clean. His eyes fall half-shut. “God, I’ve missed you,” he tells my crotch.
I snort. “Are you talking to me or my vagina?”
He blinks innocently. “Both, baby!”
The mattress shifts as someone settles in the bed behind me, and I glance over my shoulder at Jack. He’s fiddling with a bottle of lube. My eyes widen.
“You?” My insides cramp with desire, even as nerves flood through me. All of the men are big, but Jack is on another level. Not just long, but thick. I don’t think my ass can handle him.
“You don’t want me?” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to my bare back.
“Yeah,” I blurt out, “but it’ll be like having a can of Monster shoved up my butt.”
Cyrus practically falls off the bed laughing. Even Sebastian breaks into a grin.
“I’ll warm you up,” Jack says, his face bright red. It’s so cute that I can’t keep myself from reaching for him and pulling his mouth to mine.
When we eventually pull apart, I turn back—and am suddenly face to face with two impressive hard-ons. Both Seb and Cyrus have undressed, their clothes puddled on the floor. Seb climbs onto the bed next to me. His erection bobs against my stomach, rock-hard and already drizzling pre come on my skin.
“You want me?” He asks quietly. I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, sliding into his lap. Our chests crush together. I can feel his heart hammering.
Part of me wants to drag this out. I want to touch the guys, tease them until we’re all too desperate to hold back anymore. But I don’t think I can do it. The need simmering under my skin is too insistent. And judging by the tightness on Seb’s face, I’m not the only one who’s struggled in the last week we’ve spent apart.
So I resist the urge to reach down and play with him. Instead, I push him flat on his back, settling my hips over his, and slowly start to sink down onto his length.
The muscles in his arms clench, and he swears under his breath, grabbing at my hips and holding me still. Our eyes meet, and for a second, something important and emotional seems to pass between us. He leans forward and presses a tiny kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Then he lifts his hips and buries himself fully inside me.
I cry out as he spears into me. My hands claw at his neck, scratching marks into his skin as I start to ride him, rocking our bodies together. Maybe it’s the position, but I could swear I’ve never felt him this deep before. It feels like he’s touching parts of me that have never been touched.
Behind me, I feel Jack pushing me gently forward, so I’m on all fours over Sebastian. He parts my asscheeks, and then there’s a warm, wet feeling that makes me shiver. I realise he’s applying the lube, stroking it around my tight hole. It tingles pleasantly, warming against my skin.
“Slow, please,” I murmur, and he kisses my shoulder.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promises, and I nod, tears blurring my eyes again. I know he’ll take care of me. All of the men will.