37. Mia
MIA
With the sheet still over me, I shrugged out of the babydoll nightie and turned over. Pushing the pillow out of the way, I folded my arms under my head. My skin felt heated and tight as I waited, yearning for their touch.
The bed dipped as Cody shifted next to me. The same fingers that could produce beautiful music dug into my hair. I let out a soft moan as he began to massage my scalp. His strong, skilled fingers worked their magic, kneading them, and delicious shivers radiated across my body.
Diego joined in, his hand flat on my back, rubbing lightly, as if giving me a moment to acclimate to his touch. Then his hands slid up to my neck and shoulders, strong fingers digging into the knots and tension points. Stress melted away as I relaxed into the mattress.
Then a light, tentative touch grazed my waist, and when I glanced down, I saw Aaron crouched by my hip. I met his eye and smiled.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Heavenly.”
“Ready for it to feel even better?”
“Yes.” My answer turned into a moan as Cody swirled his fingers in circles, making my scalp tingle.
Then Aaron began in earnest, thumbs digging deep into my lower back. His touch was different from the others, more possessive, more intimate. His fingers dug into my muscles, kneading and rubbing, his touch making my skin heat.
I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed. Why the hell were these three working toward degrees? They could’ve opened a massage parlor and made millions. As their hands kneaded and explored, tension drained from my body, but it was replaced by something else. Something that was slowly building inside me.
Six hands were on my nearly naked body. And three hot men were in bed with me.
Those numbers almost made math sexy, and they definitely made me squirm.
Aaron laughed softly as my hips shimmied.
His hands slid lower, under the sheet, his fingers brushing the curve of my ass.
I gasped, my body tensing slightly, but he just continued his massage, his touch light and teasing.
With so many hands on me, it was hard to focus on just one set, but I was somehow aware of every fingertip on my ass.
Then he slipped a finger under the strap of the skimpy panties, making me jolt. “Can these come off?” he asked softly.
Without giving myself time to think, I nodded. Then I buried my face in my arms, not looking at any of them. Strong fingers brushed across my ass again and then slid down, taking my panties with them. The sheet was pushed aside as I lifted each foot so Aaron could slide them all the way off.
This was it. I was completely naked. Even the sheet was gone. The only thing covering me was their hands. It was intoxicating but also a big step.
Aaron’s hand slid up and down the back of my thigh, producing shivers wherever he touched. I trembled as his hand glided between my legs, tugging slightly. “If you spread your legs, it’ll feel even better.”
I flinched, but I didn’t know why. Diego had just been between my legs, his touch so damn intoxicating. But now, the reality of what we were doing—what I was doing with three men—was catching up to me. Even though I wanted this.
Diego leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back.
“You’re okay, Mia.” His voice was just a faint whisper…
I wasn’t sure the others could even hear it.
“You’re in control—we can stop whenever you say.
But if you want this, just relax and enjoy it.
No one’s judging you. We all want to make you feel good.
That’s all we’re thinking about.” Then he lightly kissed my earlobe.
“That and how fucking gorgeous you are.”
Cody heard that last part. “So. Fucking. Gorgeous.” He planted a kiss on my head right in the middle of my tangled, tousled hair. I hoped they liked the bedhead look.
The hands on me stilled as they waited. Finally, without looking at anyone, I nodded and parted my legs.
The mattress shifted as Aaron moved between them, which meant he could see everything . But it also meant he could touch everything. And my desire for that was rapidly overcoming my hesitancy.
Aaron gripped my hips, his thumbs digging into the soft curves, and I squirmed under his hold.
“I think she likes that,” Diego said.
Shit. It was embarrassing, having them talk about me like I was some kind of science experiment. But Diego’s hypothesis was dead-on.
And Aaron had been right, too. It felt much better now that he had full access.
Soon, I was writhing on the bed, as many fingers glided over my heated skin, squeezing and kneading.
It was absolute bliss, but pressure was building inside me.
When Aaron squeezed my ass with both hands, I squealed and reached for something to hold on to.
I ended up with a handful of Cody’s black pajama pants, clutching them like a lifeline.
Cody chuckled softly and brushed my hair back from my face. As I squirmed on the bed, he pressed his index finger against my mouth, tracing my lips. Diego kept working my shoulders and back while Aaron’s hand drifted lower.
Oh god.
Aaron slid a finger lightly along my slit, and without thinking, I opened my mouth and drew Cody’s finger inside. I didn’t bite down—thankfully—but I sucked it in as if I needed it more than anything.
They were giving me so much pleasure, I wanted to give some in return, especially to Cody. He’d always been so guarded, but lately, he’d started to open up to me. Just as I was opening to them, too.
Aaron’s touch dipped lower, and I moaned, still sucking on Cody’s finger. Then Cody slid a second one between my lips, and I took that, too.
Maybe Aaron was watching, because suddenly, there was a finger at my entrance.
My pulse rate tripled, and I squeezed my eyes shut, clinging to Cody while he kept stroking my hair. Then Aaron pushed a finger inside me, and my back arched.
Diego’s hands stilled before sliding down to my waist and up again, his fingers curling around and brushing the sides of my breasts as he leaned over me. The feeling of being pressed into the bed by a strong male body nearly undid me.
Aaron kept teasing me, circling my entrance. “Do you want more, Mia?” he murmured.
“Yes,” I groaned around Cody’s fingers.
As Diego kneaded the back of my neck, another finger slid in, and I cried out, finally releasing Cody.
His damp fingers slid beneath me, finding my breast where it was pressed against the mattress.
I shifted slightly to give him room, but then I became aware of something that made my focus shatter and my breathing turn into ragged little gasps.
Because those two fingers inside me? From the way they were moving, from the angle, I realized they weren’t both Aaron’s.
Holy shit.
I lifted my head and looked back. Both Diego and Aaron had a finger inside me, and that knowledge nearly pushed me over the edge. Embarrassment mixed with heat, and I buried my face against Cody’s thigh, as if hiding my expression would hide how much I liked it.
Their fingers moved in and out in different rhythms—sometimes swirling together, sometimes apart—stretching me.
Working me into a frenzy. If Aaron touched my clit, I’d come in an instant, but his touch was very sparing there, keeping me on edge.
That was on purpose, I was sure. Who knew he had a wicked side?
Of course, I’d told him not to be such a gentleman.
But then the fingers withdrew, and Aaron’s weight settled on my ass as he leaned over me, his arms braced on either side of my torso.
“Lift her head,” he said to Cody, since I still had it buried against his leg.
Cody drew back, taking my safe hiding space with him. Aaron bent down, and though he was keeping the bulk of his weight off me, the solid heat of him pressed against me like a cage I didn’t want to escape.
“Do you want more than fingers there, Mia? Do you want me inside you?” His voice was a whispered caress.
My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounded so hard it seemed to echo in my ears. With my eyes still squeezed shut, I nodded.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” Aaron said.
But I couldn’t. Then Cody’s hand was on the side of my face. The warmth of his palm grounded me, the faint callus on his thumb brushing my cheek. He slid it down to my jaw and then lifted my chin. “Just tell us what you want,” he said.
His words, his gentle touch, gave me courage, and I finally opened my eyes.
“I want more,” I said to Aaron.
Diego’s hand was on my shoulder, tugging gently to get me to roll over, but I shook my head. I wasn’t quite ready to look them in the eyes and let them see how much I wanted this. It seemed too raw, too needy.
“Put pillows under her hips,” Cody suggested.
But no one moved as they just waited for my response to that.
“Do it,” I gasped, trying to listen to my body rather than my jumbled thoughts.
Strong hands on my hips lifted me, and the cool slide of cotton brushed my stomach as two thick bed pillows were positioned under me.
My pulse rate increased as I felt Aaron’s strong hands on the backs of my thighs. Then there was the crinkle of a condom wrapper. That faint sound lit up my nerves, every muscle tightening in anticipation.
Then I felt it—the head of his cock pressing against my slit. It slid so easily up and down, proof of how turned-on they’d gotten me.
Aaron positioned himself at my entrance, just barely applying pressure.
My hips rolled back and forth in little patterns as I longed to be filled. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep from begging as I shook with desire. Diego’s hand was flat on my back, reassuring, as Cody’s fingers threaded through my hair, sending tiny shivers in every direction.
I couldn’t stand the wait anymore. “Please…”
Then Aaron pushed inside.