16. Aurora
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Aurora
The air inside Ethan’s house was heavy with anticipation.
My pulse thrummed in my ears as I stepped further inside, hyperaware of the three men closing in around me.
Mason was the first to touch me, just a ghost of his fingertips against my lower back, the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of my dress.
“Still nervous, babe?”
His voice was low, teasing, but there was something deeper beneath it. Something rough and unsteady, like he was barely keeping himself in check.
I turned slightly, my breath catching when I found Owen watching me, his gaze dark, unreadable.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
The slow, deliberate way he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, sent a shiver down my spine.
Ethan was behind me, his presence a steady heat against my back.
“We can stop,” he murmured, his lips just shy of my skin, “if this is too much.”
We.
The way he said it told me he already knew the answer.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “I don’t want to stop.”
Mason made a sound—half groan, half chuckle—before he stepped in front of me, closing the space between us.
“Good,” he said, tipping my chin up with two fingers. “Because neither do we.”
Then his lips were on mine.
Slow at first, teasing, like he was testing me.
But when I didn’t pull away—when I leaned in instead—he deepened it, his hand sliding down to grip my waist.
A second later, Owen was there, his fingers brushing along the sensitive skin of my throat, tracing a path lower, lower.
His lips found the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver straight through me.
“You sure about this, Aurora?”
My head was spinning, my body caught in the pull of them, their touches, their heat.
I turned just enough to meet Owen’s gaze, my heart pounding. “Yes.”
That was all it took.
Ethan’s hands were at my hips, tugging me back against him. Mason’s mouth moved to my jaw, then lower, his stubble rough against my skin.
Owen’s fingers toyed with the straps of my dress, his movements deliberate, waiting for my permission.
I exhaled shakily, tilting my head back, giving in to the moment, to them.
And then the teasing was over.
The tension snapped like a live wire.
Ethan dropped to his knees, his eyes dark with hunger as his hands slid up my thighs, parting them with ease.
A sharp, needy breath caught in my throat, my body already responding before I could think.
Owen’s hands tightened on my waist, pulling me back against the solid heat of his chest, his grip both possessive and patient.
Mason, ever the tease, trailed his fingertips along my collarbone, featherlight touches that sent a shiver rippling through me.
I barely had time to process the overwhelming sensation of their hands, their mouths, their heat before Ethan’s lips brushed against the inside of my knee, a whisper of warmth that made my stomach clench.
My fingers curled into fists at my sides, my legs trembling as he kissed higher, each slow, torturous press of his mouth making my pulse pound.
His breath was hot against my skin, his touch both reverent and insatiable, as if he wanted to savor every second of my undoing.
Then Ethan’s mouth was on me, and I shattered.
The first slow, teasing stroke of his tongue sent a sharp, electric jolt through me. I let out a desperate moan, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer.
He groaned against me, the sound vibrating through my body, making my hips jerk in response. But his grip tightened, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
Behind me, Owen’s hands explored, tracing the curve of my waist, skimming up to cup my breasts, his thumbs grazing over my already aching nipples.
His breath was molten against my ear.
“Relax, Aurora,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “Let us take care of you.”
Mason dipped lower, his lips brushing along my stomach, his stubble rough against my skin. He took his time, dragging his mouth higher, teasing the swell of my breast before claiming it with a slow, lingering kiss.
“You're gorgeous like this,” he rasped, his voice dripping with hunger. “Writhing. Needy.”
I gasped as Ethan flicked his tongue just right, pleasure coiling tight in my belly, sharp and unbearable.
My thighs trembled, my breath coming in ragged gasps as heat pooled low, threatening to consume me.
“Ethan.”
My voice broke, my head falling back against Owen’s shoulder.
“You taste so fucking good,” Ethan groaned, his fingers digging into my thighs as he held me open.
Owen’s grip on me tightened, his mouth skimming the curve of my jaw before he whispered, low and knowing, “Look at you. Falling apart already.”
And I was. Completely.
Theirs .
Ethan wasn’t letting up, and I was unraveling, my body tightening, coiling, ready to snap.
But just when I thought I’d go over, he slowed, his tongue easing off, his grip loosening just enough to tease.
I whimpered, a desperate sound, my hips shifting instinctively, seeking more.
Mason chuckled, his hands sliding down my sides, grounding me even as he murmured, “Not so fast, babe. We’re not done with you yet.”
Before I could protest, Mason’s hands guided me down, steady and sure, until I was on my knees between his legs, his thick cock already hard in his grasp.
His eyes were dark with heat as he dragged the tip along my bottom lip, teasing me like he knew I was already aching for it.
“Open for me,” he commanded, his voice a low, sinful growl.
I obeyed, my tongue flicking out, tasting the salt of him before wrapping my lips around him and taking him deep.
Mason hissed, his head tipping back as his fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me with slow, deliberate motions. Behind me, Owen’s hands gripped my hips, his body pressing close, his heat branding me.
The head of his cock slid against my entrance, teasing, stretching, making me gasp around Mason.
Ethan was everywhere, his mouth tracing the length of my spine, his lips ghosting over my shoulder, his hands caressing wherever he could reach.
He whispered filth against my skin, words that sent heat curling low in my belly.
“You're so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “Taking everything we give you. Hungry for more.”
Owen pressed in, slow and steady, filling me, his groan vibrating against my shoulder as he gave me every damn inch of him.
I moaned around Mason, the sound muffled, my body shuddering as pleasure overwhelmed me.
The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of them surrounding me—it was too much and not enough all at once.
Owen’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled back and thrust forward again, harder this time, setting a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.
Mason’s jaw clenched, his hips shifting as he fucked into my mouth, his ragged breath telling me he was fighting to keep control.
“That's it, babe,” he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Just like that.”
Ethan’s lips trailed over my flushed skin, his hands stroking, teasing, worshiping as he murmured against my throat, “You're taking us so fucking well. Look at you. So perfect, so fucking sweet.”
Owen’s thrusts deepened, dragging me higher, pushing me closer to the edge. My body tightened, every nerve alight, overwhelmed and desperate and completely at their mercy.
I was lost in them.
Surrounded.
Consumed.
Owen’s pace turned punishing, his hands gripping my hips tight enough to leave bruises, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.
Every inch of my body was alive, tingling, desperate.
Then, Smack .
A sharp slap landed on my ass, the sudden sting making me jolt. My moan vibrated around Mason’s cock.
“Fuck,” Owen growled, his hand smoothing over the spot he’d just struck, only to do it again.
Harder.
I gasped, the shock of it only adding to the unbearable pleasure already wracking my body.
“You like that, don’t you?” Mason murmured, his grip in my hair tightening just enough to make my scalp tingle. He thrust deeper, his voice rough with hunger. “Such a good girl for us.”
Another sharp smack.
My body clenched around Owen, and he groaned, his control fraying.
“She's close,” Ethan whispered against my skin, his hands still caressing me, grounding me even as Owen fucked me harder, chasing both of our highs. “Come for us, sweetheart. Let go.”
His fingers slid between my legs, finding my aching clit, rubbing tight, purposeful circles that sent me spiraling.
My body tensed, heat curling deep in my belly.
I fell.
Pleasure tore through me, so intense I cried out around Mason, my entire body trembling.
Owen groaned behind me, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, spilling inside me with a low, desperate growl.
Mason pulled me off him, his chest heaving, his grip unrelenting as he guided me back onto the bed, flipping me onto my back.
His eyes were molten as he stroked himself, the head of his cock flushed, slick, needy.
“Finish me,” he demanded, voice rough.
Still dazed, I reached for him, my fingers curling around his thick length as I leaned in, licking a slow, teasing circle around the tip before taking him into my mouth once more.
Ethan’s hands were on me again, sliding over my sensitive skin, his lips and teeth marking my neck, my breasts. The curves of my body still trembled from release.
“That's it, gorgeous,” he whispered. “So fucking beautiful when you're like this.”
Mason’s hips snapped forward, his head tipping back as he groaned deep in his throat. “Fuck, Aurora.”
With a shudder, he came, his hands tangling in my hair as I swallowed every drop, savoring the way he trembled beneath my touch.
I barely had time to catch my breath before Ethan was pulling me onto his lap, his cock hard and ready, pressing against my slick folds.
His lips captured mine in a deep, desperate kiss before he murmured against my mouth, “My turn.”
And just like that, the fire started all over again.
It didn’t feel like tonight was going to end. And I sure as hell didn’t want it to.