49. Needed And Wanted
Chapter forty-nine
Needed And Wanted
Maria
An hour ago…
“God, Maria.” Stan groans as he thrusts himself into my mouth.
The familiar taste of him sends waves of electricity coursing throughout my body.
He tangles his fingers in my hair at the back of my head and twists gently so he can guide me as I worship him with my mouth.
I can feel the heat pooling within me, prickling between my thighs as Edward continues to eat me out.
At this rate...
I do my best to focus on something else, to distract myself so that I don’t come too quickly and end this before I’ve even had my fill.
I switch my attention to Drake and take him slowly down my throat, my eyes locked with his.
Each passing inch draws his mouth open wider, a soundless gasp pulling his throat taut.
I bury him deep until my nose almost touches his stomach.
His abs twitch in delight as he bites down on his lip to stop himself from instantly coming.
“I want you inside me,” I finally whisper after dragging my tongue back up his curved length. “From behind.”
A hushed “oh!” dances across his lips, and he wastes no time disappearing behind me to fulfill my request. That leaves me with just Stan kneeling before me, his girth begging for attention once more.
“You’ll be next soon enough,” is the last thing I say before I start bobbing my throat on his shaft once more.
A grunt erupts within me when I feel Drake slip in, slowly at first to tease the entrance of my rear until it’s more accustomed to his intrusion.
“Fuck...”
“You don’t have to ask,” Drake shoots back as if that was some kind of request.
A symphony of sensations pours through me with every kiss and caress and thrust until I can think of nothing else. The desire completely consumes me, leaving me trembling with anticipation for more.
The overstimulation steals my senses away and I lose all concentration on the one thing I didn’t want to happen.
The orgasm is sudden and intense, making my entire body rigid as a single, long note echoes around Stanley’s length.
It feels like forever before it’s over, as if I’ve spent a millennium in a state of bliss before returning to Earth once more.
Edward slides himself out from under me with a huge grin on his face, his mouth and chin glistening. His mouth moves, but I don’t hear any of the words that come out from my ears being muffled by desire. I don’t know whether to nod or shake my head.
He switches places with Stanley, who kneels before me, his tip grazing my still-sensitive folds. I twitch at each electric firing of my nerves, my body still not ready for more. But those concerns all melt away when I feel him slip into me, thick and hard.
Stanley and Drake alternate their thrusts inside me while I occupy myself with Edward once more.
His scent heightens my arousal, and I demonstrate on his shaft just how much pleasure I’m experiencing right now.
My head bobs on his length, thick strands of drool hanging from the bottom of his shaft as the other two ride me long into the night.
The three men take turns with each of my orifices, pausing in between to wash themselves clean before plowing back in again.
The atmosphere shifts with each orgasm, some a few minutes apart, others long after.
The foreplay continues to keep the air charged, the state of arousal never ending.
One by one, they each finish inside me, leaving my body raw and spent.
The shared ecstasy drains the last of our energy and reduces us all to a sweaty pile of bodies curled around each other, bathed in a tantalizing heat.
I have not one single brain cell left to form a coherent thought as they continue to move in unison around me, their hands and mouths continuing to explore every inch of me as we descend from our highs.
Six arms curl around me in a warm embrace, and I surrender myself to the tidal wave of warmth that washes over me.
I feel safe here. I don’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t want to be with anyone else.
That thought alone brings a tear to my eye, and I quickly bury my face against a pillow to wipe it away. My heart swells so suddenly and so strong that it’s overwhelming.
Here, in this hotel room, I’ve found a sanctuary of passion in these three men, each laying bare their desires and secrets to me. And they’ve each taken mine, treasuring them and reassuring me that I can trust them to keep those burdens safe.
It’s not long before the trio are lightly snoring around me.
I wish I could surrender to that slumber, to allow myself to slip into the dark and continue to let the outside world pass us by.
But my mind won’t let me rest despite every muscle and bone aching with a burning fire throughout my body.
I slowly and quietly pull myself out of the cuddle pile and tip-toe to the bathroom.
I squint against the sudden glare of the lights when I turn the switch on and catch sight of my reflection.
My body is covered in a sheen of sweat and soft bruises; my loins still glisten with cum.
This is what they’ve come to love. This is what they like. This small package of skin and bone and muscle that rouses such desire in those men...
I smile as I run my hands down my hips, taking in the sight of me, appreciating the assets of mine I’ve only taken for granted.
They deserve this. I deserve them.