Chapter 45
ELLIE
THREE MONTHS AFTER THAT
Ican’t believe I fucking agreed to this.
Curse my horniness.
And curse these men who own me—mind, body, and soul.
The living room is cleared, the rug rolled up, and the Twister mat is laid out on the hardwood floor.
Landon, ever the organizer, is already seated, ready to spin.
Beckett, Zane, Dominic, and Ryker are all grinning, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.
I take a deep breath, my heart thrumming in my chest. This is going to be… interesting.
“All right, everyone,” Landon announces, his voice smooth and playful. “Let’s get undressed.”
A chorus of agreement fills the room. One by one, the guys start shedding their clothes. I follow suit, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. The air crackles with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. Soon, we’re all standing there, naked and vulnerable.
Landon flicks the spinner, one hand already gripping the base of his shaft. “Right hand, red!”
I move my right hand to the red circle, my fingers brushing against Beckett’s arm as he reaches for his own. A jolt of electricity shoots through me.
I glance at him, and he winks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Left foot, green!” Landon calls out.
I shift my weight, my left foot finding its place on the green circle. Dominic is next to me, his body close enough that I feel the heat radiating from him. His eyes are locked on mine, and a slow smile spreads across his face.
“Right foot, blue!”
This time, Ryker is the closest. His leg presses against mine as he stretches to reach the blue circle. I can feel the hard ridge of his erection against my thigh. My breath hitches.
Landon spins again. “Left hand, yellow!”
Zane is on my left, and as I reach for the yellow circle, his arm brushes against my breast. He doesn’t apologize, but instead, his fingers linger for a moment, gently squeezing my nipple. A shiver runs down my spine.
“Cheaters!” I giggle, but I don’t pull away.
“Just helping you out, princesa,” Zane murmurs, his voice husky.
The game continues, each spin bringing us closer together, our bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs. The air is thick with anticipation, the scent of sweat and arousal. Landon spins again, and this time, he calls out, “Right hand, green!”
I stretch, my body arching, and my breasts brush against Beckett’s chest. He leans in, his lips grazing my ear. “You’re looking good, Ellie,” he whispers.
“So are you,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
The game becomes less about the colors and more about the touches, the near misses, the accidental brushes.
Landon spins again, and I find myself in a precarious position, my body twisted, my legs spread.
Dominic is right in front of me, his erection pressing against my thigh.
I can feel the heat radiating from him, the hard ridge of his cock. My pussy is throbbing.
“Left foot, red!” Landon calls out.
I try to move, but my body is tangled with the others. Ryker’s hand finds its way to my other nipple, gently tweaking it. I gasp, my eyes closing.
“That’s cheating!” I protest, but my voice is weak.
“Maybe,” Ryker says, his voice low and seductive. “But it feels so good, doesn’t it?”
I don’t answer, lost in the sensations. Zane leans in and starts licking at my pussy. I moan, my hips bucking. I open my eyes and see Dominic’s and Ryker’s cocks touching, though they don’t seem to notice, too intent on me. My breath hitches. I’m so turned on.
The game goes on, each spin bringing us closer to the edge.
The guys are all cheating now, their hands and mouths exploring my body.
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, my body aching for more.
I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, the tension building with each touch, each kiss, each caress. I want them all.
And fortunately for me, I can.