Chapter 16
Tori
I told the guys I am ready for them this morning.
I want us to take our relationship to the next level and have sex.
All of us. At the same time. It’s a daunting prospect and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
Yet I know the guys will go at my pace, that I’m the one in control.
They warned me it would be intense, that maybe it would be too much, I’m still relatively inexperienced after all, but I’m determined that this is what I want.
The anticipation was almost unbearable as I tried to make it through work today, knowing what was about to happen tonight.
Now I’m finally ready, the guys are waiting for me in the living room, and I’m worried I’ve made the wrong decision.
Not that I don’t want it, I do. But what if I’m bad?
What if I can’t satisfy them? What if they’re disappointed?
I study my reflection, turning this way and that as I scrutinize everything I don’t like about my body. There’s no hiding in the skimpy lingerie set I bought for the occasion. I feel exposed, like every imperfection has been laid bare.
I need to stop thinking like that, stop viewing my body the way my father taught me to.
I force myself to find things I like instead.
I like my narrow waist, the hourglass shape it gives me, highlighted by the garter belt I’m wearing.
I like my voluminous hair, the way it frames my face and falls just above my breasts.
My boobs look good in this bra; it holds them up, pressing them together into an impressive cleavage.
The lace panties I’m wearing are cut to make my ass peachier, more rounded.
The black stockings and heels make my legs look slimmer.
It might be overkill, but I don’t look bad.
It’s just not something I’ve ever worn, that’s why I feel self-conscious, I tell myself.
There’s a knock at my door, timid, nervous. “Is everything okay in there, Tori?” Cyrus calls, concern lacing his voice.
They’re worried I’ve changed my mind. If I don’t act now, my chance will slip away. They’ll think I’m not ready.
“Coming!”
I take one last look at myself in the mirror with a deep breath, before spritzing myself with perfume and walking out of my room.
Cyrus’ jaw drops when he sees me. “Wow… you look incredible,” he says, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he takes me in.
It gives me enough confidence to banish some of my reservations. I take his arm, and we walk to the living room together. I feel like a newborn colt in my heels, but if Cyrus notices, he doesn’t say.
“I feel kinda silly,” I admit sheepishly.
He shakes his head, cupping my chin to make me meet his eyes. “Don’t. I just wish I’d dressed up or something,” he adds, gesturing to his clothes. Cyrus is in his usual casual clothing: sweats and a t-shirt.
“It’s okay, I’m pretty sure there isn’t a male equivalent of lacy lingerie,” I remind him with a laugh. “Besides, I aim to have you all naked shortly,” I purr, feeling emboldened.
Cyrus grins back at me wickedly.
Flint and Hunter are waiting in the living room, hovering nervously.
They’ve lit the room perfectly, creating flattering low light, and set up an area by the couch with cushions on the floor, with enough space for us all to move freely and comfortably.
Part of me wanted to spring this on them as a spur-of-the-moment thing, but now I’m grateful there was some planning.
It helps me feel less anxious and more in control.
It also helps that the guys are looking at me like I’m a delicious meal they’re ready to devour, or a present they want to unwrap.
“Fuck me,” Hunter growls.
“You look… wow…” Flint says, lost for words.
I blush, glowing in their praise. Cyrus and I walk over to join the others, and there’s a brief moment of uncertainty.
I guess they want me to take the lead, but I’m too nervous.
I want this to happen, I need this, but my confidence isn’t quite there yet to command three men to pleasure me, as much as I want to.
Thankfully, as always, Flint takes the reins with a confidence that puts me at ease. “Come here,” he tells me softly. He looks into my eyes, searching for signs that I have changed my mind. “Ready?”
I nod. “Yes,” I croak.
“This is all about you tonight, Tori. If you don’t like something or want us to stop, just say.”
“Okay.”
Flint tilts my chin up, looking into my eyes. “You’ve no idea how I’ve longed for this,” he tells me before kissing me.
His kiss is like a dam bursting. Now we’ve started, I don’t want to stop.
I kiss him back hungrily, pressing myself against his firm chest, feeling his solid, masculine energy.
Hunter and Cyrus move closer, and I alternate between kissing all three of them.
Their hands are all over me, and I lose track of who is touching me where, just enjoying the sensation of their hands on my skin.
I hungrily pull at their clothing, and they strip down to just their boxer shorts.
Skin touches warm skin. Flint kisses me while Hunter strokes my clit from behind through the lace of my panties, kissing the back of my neck.
I dampen, growing slick with arousal instantly.
I ignite like a flame under his expert touch.
“Lie down,” Flint commands. I can see the massive bulge of his erection in his pants, and I feel a sense of triumph that he’s as turned on as I am, that we’ve barely started and he’s already hard.
I do as instructed, lying down on the pillows in the comfortable area on the floor.
Flint and Hunter move to half sit, half lie down beside me.
Flint drops down below me, parting my legs with his firm, confident hands.
His shoulders are broad and muscular, and I admire his back from this angle.
After all, he’s so much taller than me; this is an angle I’ve never seen him from.
I could get used to it. He looks up at me, silver, gray eyes smoldering, like the sky before a storm.
“I’ve been dying to taste you,” he purrs, his voice heavy with desire.
He kisses my pussy through the lace of my panties, his hot breath melting my core.
Cyrus kisses me passionately while Hunter tweaks and teases my nipples with his hands and mouth.
I’m overwhelmed by all three of them, unable to focus on any of them at one time.
It feels incredible, beyond anything I had imagined. I feel as if I’m coming undone.
Flint peels down my panties, casually tossing them aside.
He takes a moment to study me, but I’m too lost in what Hunter and Cyrus are doing to feel self-conscious.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes before kissing my thighs, trailing his tongue along the sensitive area, teasing me but not yet licking me where I want him to most.
Finally, when I feel like I can’t take it any longer, his tongue runs the length of my slit.
Every nerve ending is on fire in the most intensely good way.
Hunter teasing my nipples feels like it’s directly connected to my clit, and I feel overwhelmed with pleasure.
I gasp and moan, breaking the kiss with Cyrus as I throw my head back.
He kisses my neck, sending even more pleasure rippling through me.
“Oh my god, yes!” I cry.
I reach out, desperate to give my men even a small percentage of the pleasure they’re currently giving me.
My hand lands on the fabric of Cyrus’s boxers, and I feel how hard he is underneath.
My other hand finds Hunter’s cock, equally as hard and aroused.
Flint’s fingers delve inside my soaking wet pussy as he continues to build the pressure, licking and sucking my clit while he fucks me with his fingers.
I’m so turned on, I already feel like I’m going to cum.
“Does that feel good, princess?” Hunter asks, his eyes on fire as he looks at me.
“Yes, so good,” I mewl. “I’m close already.”
“Don’t hold back. We want you to cum as many times as possible,” Cyrus groans as I release his cock from his boxers, running my thumb over the tip of precum.
“Do you want Flint to fuck you?” Hunter asks.
“Yes!” I gasp as Flint increases his tempo, changing the direction of circles with his tongue.
“I want you to suck Cyrus’s cock and cum for me, then I’ll fuck you,” Flint growls before delving his tongue inside me.
I nod, biting my lip. Cyrus pulls his boxers off wholly and moves so I can take his cock in my mouth. He tastes of precum and soap, a surprisingly not unpleasant combination. I take him as deep as I can, and he groans with pleasure.
“You look so fucking hot like this, baby,” Hunter growls.
I can feel the pressure building as Hunter continues to tease my breasts and Flint expertly eats my pussy, I know I’m going to cum. I moan as I suck Cyrus’s cock, nearing orgasm, but unable to voice it. Luckily, Flint must be able to feel that I’m close.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me,” he commands, his words like a spell, sending me toppling over the edge as I cum.
Before the ripples of pleasure stop running through me, with my hips still bucking and my legs trembling, Flint moves to position his cock at my entrance. I grind on him, trying to will him inside.
“You ready?” Flint teases.
I moan, nodding, tears springing in the corner of my eyes as I take Cyrus deep into the hilt. “That’s a yes,” Cyrus says with a smile before groaning as I suck harder.
Flint pushes his tip inside my wet, ready pussy. He moves slowly, giving my body time to accommodate his girth. He’s bigger than Hunter and Cyrus, but I’m so wet and turned on that it doesn’t take long before he’s able to move, sliding in and out with rhythmic thrusts.
“Fuck, Tori, you feel so fucking good,” he growls.
He starts to fuck me harder and faster. Hunter rubs my clit with his fingers, using his mouth to tease my nipples. Already, I can feel another orgasm building inside.
“Fuck, Tori, I’m so close. I don’t wanna cum yet,” Cyrus says with a groan, pulling away. “Switch with me,” he says to Hunter.