37. Mia #2
I cried out from the delicious stretch. His grip on my hips was almost painful as he pushed himself in, filling me to an unbelievable degree. He pushed in all the way, thrusting hard and fast. The bed frame gave a faint creak with each thrust, an accompaniment to my gasping breaths.
This wasn’t the gentle, sensitive guy who’d treated me with kid gloves when I’d been laid up in bed. As much as I liked that man, I was glad to be with this more assertive version of Aaron tonight.
The tension inside me built, and for a moment I thought he was going to keep going until he drove us both to a climax. But then he slowed down, taking shorter, shallow strokes.
My whimpers filled the room, and I clutched at Cody’s leg yet again. He was so steady. Always here when I needed him. Never judging—only supporting me.
I wanted to be here for him too, to feel connected to him. Diego and Aaron had been inside me, but he never had. I’d never even given him an orgasm, and the urge to do so overtook me.
While Aaron continued to take shallow strokes, I tugged at Cody’s pajama pants. “Can you take these off?”
He froze, his fingers still in my hair. “What?”
Aaron pushed in again, and I cried out. It took me several seconds before I could find my breath. “Please take off your pants.”
After a long moment, his fingers slid under his waistband. Then he pushed them down and lifted his ass to get them off.
My breath caught in my throat, and not only from the harder thrust from Aaron.
Cody was still the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
His skin was tan and unblemished, and his cock jutted out—hard and thick and ready.
The head was flushed, the vein along the side standing out, and the sight alone sent another hot rush spiraling low in my belly.
Aaron slowed down again, pulling back until he was almost out of me, and using the head of his cock to make little circles around my entrance. It felt even better than when he’d done that with his fingers.
I lifted myself up on my elbows and then put one hand between Cody’s legs. His cock bobbed right in front of me, and I felt how still he was holding himself.
And suddenly I worried that I was pressuring this wounded and wonderful man. Then I met his gaze and saw the desire in his vivid blue eyes. It was hungry and unguarded, like he’d been holding this back for too long.
“Can I taste you?” I whispered.
He held my eye contact for what felt like forever. Then he nodded, fisting his cock. He pumped it hard a couple of times, and it seemed to grow even longer.
I wanted to taste it, more than anything, but first I stroked it lightly with one finger… and then planted a quick kiss on the tip. That seemed to settle him somehow, and he stroked my hair.
My tongue darted out, licking a circle around the firm head as I braced my forearm on his thigh. I hadn’t done this often—only once before, with a high school boyfriend.
I’d done it then because I thought girlfriends were supposed to. This, I was doing because I wanted to. Making my tongue pointy, I pushed against the slit at the top, and he moaned.
Taking the head of his cock in my mouth, I sucked on it and flicked my tongue back and forth. Someone eased the pillows out from under me, since I was basically on all fours. Then Diego’s hand was on my breast, strong fingers kneading and squeezing.
Aaron clutched my hips tighter and pushed in again. Oh god, this felt like I was in the advanced class—I had two men inside of me, and another one doing such pleasurable things to my breasts.
I flexed my inner muscles, squeezing myself around Aaron, and he groaned.
At the same time, I grasped Cody’s shaft at the base.
I leaned on his powerful thigh and turned my head sideways, dragging my lips along the length.
This allowed me to look up at him, and the expression on his face just about undid me.
It was so full of longing and something more I couldn’t identify.
His muscles were tense under me, his breathing harder—just like mine. I gasped against Cody’s cock as Aaron began thrusting in and out of me in earnest. Diego upped the intensity too, going from one breast to the other, pinching and teasing my hard nipples.
I took Cody’s cock back in my mouth fully, trying to take more of it in, flattening my tongue. Soft skin over steel filled my mouth. I wanted to make him come hard, but it was difficult to focus with Aaron working me into a frenzy.
My thoughts were scrambled from all the sensations, and then Diego added another.
He slid his hand down my stomach and cupped my mound as Aaron somehow pushed even deeper inside me.
I moaned, and from the way Cody shuddered, I knew he could feel the vibrations from my mouth.
I whimpered as I felt Diego’s index finger inching closer to where I needed it.
Aaron shifted his rhythm again, moving his cock in circles as he pulled me back toward him.
Thoughts faded, and all that was left were sensations and instinct.
I bobbed my head up and down on Cody’s shaft, and he buried his fingers in my hair—not to push me, just to have something to hold on to, it seemed.
His moans were nearly silent, but I could feel the trembling in his body.
I wanted him to come even more than I wanted myself to.
And then Diego’s finger pressed down on my clit.
I cried out, and it was only with extreme effort that I was able to keep my lips on Cody’s cock and keep moving my head. Aaron was pounding into me harder now, and I could hear his ragged breathing as he got closer.
As we all did, except Diego, who was working my clit expertly.
It was too much, and my arms and legs trembled, barely able to hold me up. I sucked harder on Cody’s length as I clamped myself down around Aaron. The tension inside me had built almost to a crescendo, and I braced myself.
“Come for us,” Diego demanded. He was relentless on my clit, and my whole body shook.
And then it hit.
I froze, my back arching, and my inner walls squeezed Aaron’s cock. He pushed in once more and then held himself deep inside me as he let out a gruff cry.
I gasped and I had to take my mouth off Cody’s cock.
Moaning, I replaced it with my hand, stroking, trying to get him to feel the pleasure that Aaron and I were feeling.
As waves of pleasure rolled through me, I swirled my thumb along the slit, spreading the moisture there.
It was so damn hard to focus through all the sensations, but I was determined to bring Cody over the edge with me.
Nobody else let up, either. Aaron was still deep inside me, his cock pulsing. Diego still worked my clit. My cries filled the room, along with Aaron’s deep grunts. And then Cody came—erupting, his hips lifting off the bed as I kept hold of his spasming cock.
It was amazing to see up close—the way the muscles of his stomach contracted. The way his hips came off the bed. The way he finally cried out.
I could barely take it all in, but somehow it felt like there were two of me.
One version was thrashing around on the bed, experiencing the onslaught of pleasure.
The other version was observing from above, reveling in how close I felt to these men in a way I hadn’t before.
We were all in this together, giving and receiving these incredible sensations.
My body was strung so tight that I was sure the aftershocks rocked the bed. As Cody finished, his cock softened in my hand, but I didn’t let go—just gently held on, enjoying the sound of his ragged breathing. I’d done that. I’d made him come that hard.
Just like Diego and Aaron had made me come so hard. I squeezed myself once more around Aaron’s cock, then shifted my hips, and he slid back.
“How did that feel?” Diego said, his voice strained.
I looked over and saw that he had his pajama pants lowered, and his thumb and index finger were gliding over his erect cock.
“Take me,” I said.
They all hesitated, but I didn’t, speaking urgently to Diego. “I need you inside me. I want to feel this same connection with you.” My words weren’t elegant. They were full of need. My hips were circling again. I wanted this—so badly.
“Mia…” Diego began. Desire and caution warred on his face.
I shook my head and rolled onto my back, my head resting on Cody’s thigh as I reached for Diego. “Please. Please, I don’t want it to stop. I want you. I need you.” I felt as certain of that as I’d ever been of anything in my life.
“Sounds like she knows what she wants,” Aaron said, sounding exhausted as he tossed Diego a condom.
I groaned with anticipation as Diego stared into my eyes for an endless moment and then nodded, sliding it on.
I spread my legs easily this time, no longer self-conscious.
Diego could see all of me—all three of them could.
But I was done hiding from them. Tonight was about feeling, not seeing. Feeling and tasting and touching and doing all the things I’d wanted to do with them for so long.
I bent my knees as he moved into position, and then I felt his hard cock at my slit.
He paused there, waiting, as if to be sure this was what I wanted.
And hell yeah, it was.
“Please,” I said, squirming backward, trying to coax him inside me. “Please, I need this.”
He stared down at me for a moment longer. “You are so fucking beautiful, Mia.” He gripped my calves, lifting my legs and setting my feet on his shoulders. He leaned forward and pushed in—in one long, clean stroke. I cried out, nearly coming on the spot before I adjusted to the feeling of fullness.
Cody toyed with my nipple, gently as if he knew how sensitive they were after all that attention, as Diego rode me, thrusting in and out at a pace that showed it wouldn’t be long until he came too.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Harder.”
Aaron slid over, cupping my head and tugging on my hair, adding yet another sensation to the delicious mix.
It was becoming too much, but I didn’t care. I was overwhelmed in the best possible way. By all the sensations. By these gorgeous men’s bodies. By all the bare skin. By being filled over and over.
Then Aaron’s hand slid to my belly, and his voice was low and rumbly in my ear. “We never did tell you what the other thing we bought yesterday was.”
“What?” I was barely tracking his words.
“Do you want to know?” he asked.
“Show and tell can come later,” I gasped, squeezing myself around Diego. The stretch from his cock was right on the border between pleasure and pain, and I moaned at the feel of it.
Diego pushed in hard, leaning against me, bending my legs back toward my chest. “Say yes, Mia.”
“Yes,” I breathed—whether it was to Aaron’s question or the way Diego was pumping into me.
And then Aaron reached out, but it wasn’t his fingers that I felt at the top of my slit—it was something hard and a little cold. And as he nestled it between my lips, it began to vibrate.
My back arched off the bed as I shrieked. Diego drove deep inside me, filling me, as Aaron held the little vibrator to my clit. Cody had captured both nipples now, his skilled fingers squeezing and touching. I felt like I was going to explode.
“Come with me,” Diego ordered.
I’d never had two orgasms so close together, but I was right on the edge, my legs trembling, my arms thrashing on the bed.
When the orgasm hit, the world went white, my vision clouding, my screams filling the room along with Diego’s rougher, masculine grunts as he pulsed inside me.
The sensations were too much—I couldn’t tell one from the other. I just knew that every muscle in my body was quaking as I cried out again and again.
My body writhed and thrashed, but they held me in place and kept me from exploding into a million little pieces.
Gasping for air, I let the sensations roll over me. I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to react. I could just feel and enjoy the amazing pleasure they’d given me.
It felt like I was floating above the bed again, unanchored for a very long time. I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings. There were light touches, cradling me and wiping the sweat off my forehead. And there were deep voices saying reassuring things.
For a long while, I just stayed there with my eyes closed, breathing slowly and trying to get my bearings.
My body felt heavy and loose, like all the tension had been wrung out of it.
Somewhere in that haze, I felt a hand smoothing my hair back, another brushing along my arm, and a warm palm resting over my hip—steady, grounding touches that made it easier to come back.
When I finally opened my eyes, all three of them were close, their faces soft in the dim light.
Diego’s thumb traced lazy circles over my arm.
Aaron gave me a warm, knowing smile, as if he knew this experience tonight had vastly outstripped anything else I’d ever felt in my life.
And Cody… he didn’t say anything, he just pulled the blanket higher over me and tucked me in against his side like I might get cold.
All three were touching me gently, all three smiling.
It took me three attempts to speak. “Wow.” My voice was hoarse.
“Welcome back,” Diego said. He had his pajama pants back on—they all did—and didn’t look as if he’d just spent an unknown quantity of time completely out of it like I had.
“You okay?” Cody asked quietly.
I thought it over and then nodded, giving a small smile of my own.
“She was more than okay,” Aaron said, then he addressed me. “You were amazing. A fucking goddess, Mia.”
Diego’s voice was warm and certain as he patted my arm. “She was a wild woman. And brave.” His face cracked into a grin. “I knew that the first time you climbed right up that tree during the scavenger hunt.”
“Very brave,” Cody echoed. He planted a kiss on his index and middle fingers and then pressed them against my lips. The warmth from them was comforting. Then he continued. “This was the best Team Mia meeting ever.”
That cleared the final bit of the haze I was in, and we all laughed. I couldn’t help reaching for them, hugging everyone I encountered.
I was surrounded by men I was crazy about, my body loose and spent. I gave myself permission to just lie back and enjoy the sensation of being held.
Being wanted, being cherished like this… it was the best feeling in the world.