Prologue #2
Ross sets about stripping me out of my dress, Cole peeling down my panties and tossing them to the ground till I’m left in nothing but my heels.
“Leave those on,” Ross murmurs to me, running his hand up my leg as he moves between my thighs. I can see his hardness straining against his zipper, and I reach for it—but he brushes my hand away, grinning. “On my time,” he tells me, as the other two settle in on either side of me.
James leans down to draw my nipple into his mouth, letting his teeth graze against my skin, and I gasp as I watch Ross slowly unzip his pants and take his cock into his hand. It’s glistening with precum, and I can’t help but flick my tongue over my lips at the sight of it.
“Look at you,” Cole murmurs in my ear, which he draws between his teeth to lightly tug on. “Already so hungry for it…”
I don’t protest, parting my legs a little further and watching as Ross sinks himself into me.
Cole brings his hand to the inside of my thigh, spreading it even more so he can watch too.
He groans at the sight of my folds parting to take Ross, and I feel James bite down on my nipple again, the pain meshing with the pleasure of finally being filled.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut as I try to make sense of the sheer pleasure of it. All of their attention, aimed on me, feels like it’s surging through my body, practically demanding every inch of my attention, and there’s nothing I want more than to give in to it.
My hips lift, stirring against Ross, taking him as deep as I can, and he rubs his hand over my lower belly, holding me in place as he begins to move inside me in longer, slower strokes.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Fuck, you look so good like that, Millie…”
I groan at the sound of my name on his lips, something about it alchemic in a way I don’t know how to put into words. Good thing, then, that words are the last thing I need right now.
No, all I need is the way they’re looking at me, their gazes drinking me in like I’m their own private show.
Ross presses down on my lower belly, pinning me to the bed slightly, and another shock of pleasure pulses through my system.
“Look at me,” he murmurs, and Cole reaches his hand up to cup my chin and follow Ross’s direction.
My lips part as I look Ross in the eye, and he grinds himself into me, leaving me full to the brim as I gaze at him.
And it’s that which takes me over the edge and into my first orgasm—the look on his face as he fills me with his cock.
My gaze flutters down to our hips, joined, our bodies pressed completely together, and I spasm around him, my entire lower body shuddering as it tries to make sense of the sensation.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Ross grunts, as he presses himself inside of me—and all at once, I feel the flood of his seed fill me, the rush of it so intense it makes my head spin. He pulls himself back, and I look down to see the moment we disconnect.
But I hardly have time to take it in before James flips me onto my side and pulls me against him, my back to his front.
He lets out a groan of desire into my ear as he grinds himself against my bare ass, and his hands move over my breasts, my ass, my belly, my thighs—it’s like he has watched for long enough, and now he won’t settle for anything less than exactly what he desires.
He brings himself to my entrance a few moments later, and he slowly sinks into me as Cole kisses me on the mouth.
Cole’s tongue is soft as it grazes against mine, and I struggle to find the strength to kiss him back as I feel James sliding himself inside of me.
The shock of feeling a new man within me just a few moments after the last one takes a moment to settle in, but when James moves his hand down to my clit to play with me as he fucks me, any second thoughts I might have had vanish as quickly as they arose.
I can feel Ross watching me from across the bed, breathing hard as he drinks in the sight of me being taken by his two friends.
I glance over at him, and I want to commit the look on his face to memory forever; there’s something almost dark in his gaze, something more passionate than I’ve ever laid eyes on before.
I want nothing more than to lose myself to it, to let this feeling of being desired by all these men entirely get the better of me.
James is stroking into me with more purpose now, his fingertips circling my clit, and Cole is kissing me with even more passion.
I can feel Cole’s cock nudging against my thigh, insistent, as James moves inside of me, and the pressure is already starting to build again.
The orgasm swells within me as though this is the most natural thing in the world, my body made to take all of them, to indulge in the luxury of their attention.
“You’re going to make me come,” James growls in my ear, as he pinches my clit lightly between his fingers.
I whimper against Cole’s mouth, and he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, sending another start of pain through the pleasure that only serves to intensify it further.
My hips move to meet him, searching for his touch, for his kiss, and James grinds himself against me as he coaxes me toward my second orgasm of the night.
It hits me hard, almost catching me off guard; the warmth that suddenly overflows deep down in my belly, practically demanding attention. I buck back toward James, my thighs spasming as I clench around him, and he stills himself there for a moment, letting the orgasm massage him…
But before he has a chance to go over the edge, Cole grabs my hip and drags me toward him in a sudden, possessive motion. I groan as he pulls me on top of him, grasping my thighs and spreading them so he can push himself inside of me.
“Hey,” James protests from beside me, but Cole just thrusts up into me, an unrepentant grin on his face.
“Couldn’t wait any longer,” he grunts, as he holds my hips and begins to thrust faster.
Beside us, James has taken his cock into his hand, stroking himself to the release that he just gave me.
I can feel it again, the stirring, helpless passion overtaking me once more as Cole moves into me from this new angle, the fullness of his cock pushing past my folds enough to draw another moan from between my lips.
I press my hands down into Cole’s chest, grinding down on him with a passion I don’t think I’ve ever felt before in my life.
I focus on Cole beneath me, listening to James’s ragged breathing at my side—I doubt he’s going to be able to last much longer, and honestly, I want nothing more than for him to come while watching me riding his best friend like this.
The thought drives me to move faster, and Cole grits out encouragement as he watches me.
From behind me, Ross’s hands slide to my hips, guiding me to give his friend everything he needs.
I don’t know exactly how long we stay like that, the four of us together—Ross wrapping me in his arms and controlling me from behind, Cole moving up and into me, James stroking himself just beside me as he drinks it all in.
I can feel my back arching, my body already teetering on the edge of another orgasm, and Cole doesn’t hold back, bucking his hips up into me as he watches me rush toward another release…
And then, at last, I feel it, the warmth of Cole filling me with his seed.
He claims me with one more deep thrust, and I cry out, my body tensing on top of his as I sink back against Ross.
Ross holds me there, kissing my neck, letting the new orgasm roll through me like thunder through a hot summer sky.
Beside me, James finishes too, and I feel him come against my thigh, as though determined to leave his mark on me too.
I close my eyes for a moment, my breathing still ragged as I try to make sense of everything that just happened.
Distantly, I can hear the party taking place downstairs, the conversation and occasional explosions of laughter drifting up the stairs and through the door, but it sounds as though it’s coming from somewhere else entirely.
Because right now, it feels like I’m the only person in the world—and that these men are the only ones who matter, the only ones who ever could.