25. Sloane
25
SLOANE
I ’m riding high on the orgasm stemming from two men fucking me at the same time. Who knew this could feel so good? That I could be so full and needy at once?
Rhett stills under me. I’m dripping with his cum. Does that mean Jack will take his place, or will Sterling have me all to himself for a moment? But Rhett doesn’t go anywhere while Sterling holds me in place and plunders my ass.
I’ve never genuinely enjoyed anal, but it seems like everything these men do to me harnesses my pleasure and drags me into a realm I’ve never known existed.
Sterling prolongs my pleasure, extending my climax into a lazy burn that goes on and on and on, spreading through every molecule of my existence.
But slowly, he comes to a stop and pulls out, helping me off Rhett, whose cum drips down my thighs.
Sterling swings around to the couch, his cock pressed between my cheeks and teasing me with an echo of the sensations he just plied me with.
“I hope your couch is scotch guarded.” I like knowing I can tease him.
“Of course, it is.” I can hear him smiling, although I doubt the one on his face is barely there at all.
It doesn’t take more than a few more seconds for him to slide his cock back into my ass.
My head falls back, and I bite off a moan as he builds a slow, steady pace.
Mouth near, he plants a kiss against the shell of my ear. “You are so beautiful, I can barely stand it. Can barely take my eyes off you…”
His words make me warm inside, different from the sexual heat already thrumming through my core to overstimulate me. No, these are words that sex merely unlocked in the stoic man. He believes them or he wouldn’t say them.
I’m surprised when Jack doesn’t jump up to settle himself between my thighs. He’s been sitting beside us, watching his friends, his team, fuck me.
His features are lined with amusement and desire.
Sterling is in no rush to end this, and I’m glad. Because I am alive with sensation. I’ve never felt so anchored in the world and yet outside of it.
I enjoy Sterling pumping into my ass, but my core is empty, and by God, I want to see Jack show me the same kind of passion and need as he did last night. I want him to be tearing through my boundaries to get to me.
When I meet his gaze again, he must see it in me. Really, he can see almost anything, I think.
He slides to his knees between mine, his big hand cupping my face before planting a kiss on my mouth. “You okay?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“You want more?”
A grin cracks across my face, and he reflects one back at me. “Yes. Please.”
Sterling laughs beneath me, planting soft kisses to the back of my neck and shoulder. “Smart. Beautiful. Knows what she wants.”
His words fill me with joy and anticipation. Because I want everything. I want to try everything possible.
Everything I wasn’t allowed before. Everything I did before under pressure. All of the things that didn’t feel good but Alistair wanted.
Each of these three have already shown me in twenty-four hours that they will take care of me, be sure I’m enjoying myself.
It’s like my wildest dream. I won’t be surprised if I wake up in the morning and it never happened.
Jack’s wide palms caress the insides of my thighs reverently. Then, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Finally, I get to see some skin. He preens under my hands as he releases himself from his jeans.
Sterling lifts one of my knees in his hand, and Jack lifts the other, dragging himself through my folds. I’m more than wet. I’m sopping.
Still, Jack pauses, poised to thrust into me. “This okay?”
I’m exasperated, but he looks like he needs my answer. “Yes. I’ll tell you if something doesn’t feel good.”
“Or if you don’t want it.”
“Yes, that, too.” My hips shift, pushing me deeper on Sterling’s cock and rubbing just enough against Jack’s head that more arousal floods me.
“Promise?” I wish Jack would stop being so serious, but I like that he’s checking with me. That he cares enough to do so. That he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt me.
It’s bizarre, not what I’m used to.
Alistair didn’t care much about my mood or whether I found pleasure in something. And if I didn’t like it, he’d tell me that I had to learn to get good at taking what men want to give. And to practice giving what men like to take.
He was wrong. So wrong.
Jack pushes into me slowly, stretching me wider and filling me up. My mouth hangs open as he seats himself and takes both of my knees in his grip.
Sterling’s hands lower to cup under my ass, using the leverage to help him thrust into me. I reach back to sink a hand in his hair as his teeth press lightly into my skin.
My other hand circles the back of Jack’s neck, tipping him closer, sharpening the angle of him. God, he doesn’t even have to move. Just the pressure against those spots he found yesterday has me quaking.
I lose myself when he keeps his moves glacial. It’s like he’s fighting his own orgasm when he’s simply going to push me into mine.
I like coming. Like getting fucked again after the fact, too. It just gets better. Longer. More intense.
The double penetration works me doubly fast. I can’t catch my breath as the pleasure spreads in a wide wave. I’m crashing before I can comprehend it. Jack’s mouth is the only thing smothering my sharp cry.
My body writhes between them, seeking every pang and jolt as my sensitivity grows.
This is good. This is too fucking good.
“ Fuck ,” Sterling swears against my back, voicing my thoughts.
We all fall into slo-mo mode, and I relax in increments.
Rhett hovers in my periphery. His body is a warm light brown, covering sleek, lithe muscles. He’s in his boxer briefs, and they can’t hide his erection. I turn my head toward him, meeting his dark gaze.
The look he gives me zaps me again. Jack and Sterling both groan low.
I reach out for him with a hand, and he doesn’t hesitate, stepping up to the side of the couch. My hand draws up his quad to his hip. My fingers curl into his waistband.
Rhett combs his fingers through my hair. I can imagine it’s a mess, but he touches me so gently.
Dragging the fabric down his hips has two of his fingers sliding over my lips, into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. I suck on them, and his lips part. It only takes him a couple of seconds to pull his length out and stroke it.
I suck a little harder and blink up at him. I’ve had a lot of practice sucking cock. And I bet I’ll enjoy doing it to him far more than previously.
His fingers slip free, and I open my mouth for him.
A shuddering breath racks him before I taste him on my tongue. Our gazes are locked as I suck him in, letting my tongue coax him further.
It doesn’t take long for him to move in a way we both enjoy—not too roughly, but he’s still fucking my face.
Sterling picks his pace up beneath me, my ass clamping down on him and prodding Jack to move, too.
God, I’ve had nightmares about this scenario, but this… this is magical. A dream. It all feels good.
Hands grab and smooth over every inch of my skin. My muscles grow loose, and they take their time making me come three more times, changing positions and rotating before they release me to the couch.
Jack crawls over me, stroking my sides and bending to kiss me soundly, sweetly. “You okay?”
I stretch against him, completely satisfied but buzzing inside. If he wants more of me, I’ll gladly give it to him. Then, I drape my hands across his muscles, testing them as my touch dips lower across his stomach and my fingers wrap around his hard length.
He stifles his groan and gives me a small smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yes,” I say to both of his questions. The asked one and the unasked one.
Jack takes himself from my hand and draws his cock through my overheated core. I arch as he enters me again. Those big hands cup my waist, lift my hips, hold me in place as he thrusts, angling me in just the right way for my insides to quiver.
It’s hard to believe I can come again, but I’m climbing that steep hill at a steady pace.
I hold onto him as he drives through my orgasm and finds his own. We shake together for a few minutes before he kisses me and climbs off.
Rhett is behind him, looking down at me like I’m some kind of goddess.
I have so little energy left, but I reach for him, inviting back inside me. He’s gentle, building me up to drop me off that cliff again. He’s intent on my pleasure, dragging me through another orgasm before coming himself.
I’m absolutely trembling when he retreats, and Sterling is there. The boss takes his time, bringing me back down from the brink. When we’re both ready, he lifts me to a long, drawn out crescendo, one that feels like it will utterly end me.
Somehow, it does, and it transforms into more than fucking.
More of my heart and emotions wrap up with having him buck against me and bare himself to me in his gaze. In his kiss. In the way he seems less than willing to let me go.
They don’t let me linger on the couch for long, carrying me to the bath, already full and hot. And they take turns taking care of me—washing my hair, cleaning my skin, rubbing my overused muscles—before they tuck me in to sleep.