Page 57 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

The door opens, and the three of us all stop moving for a moment, surprised.

It’s Slate, standing there, looking just as surprised as us. Holding a flashlight.

For a long moment, no one says anything, but I can feel Slate’s eyes practically caressing me, and I can hear the way his breath catches in his throat. His knuckles go white on the flashlight.

Dalton and Gavin start again, their hands out of Slate’s sight behind the back of the sofa. My eyes close and I moan without meaning to, the sound tearing out of me.

That’s all it takes.

In a few steps Slate’s crossed the room, dropping the flashlight somewhere, and then his hands are in my hair and his mouth’s on mine.

Slate’s tongue probes me deeply, his hands moving from my hair to my shoulders, then down my body. For a moment he hesitates, then thumbs my nipples, the rough pads raising goosebumps all over me. Slate kisses me hungrily, needy, lips on the back of my neck as well, the other two men bringing me closer and closer to the brink.

This is crazy, I think.Completely and utterly insane.

It feels so good, though.

I tug at Slate’s shirt, and in a moment it’s off. I only have a split second to marvel at his body before he’s on me again, but he’s rugged and cut, with bulging muscles, washboard abs, and a slight treasure trail that disappears into the waistband of his jeans.

I turn fully toward the back of the couch, one finger tracing the furry trail as he kisses me again. Dalton’s fingers pull out of me and before I know it, I’m kissing him instead, watching him lick my juices from his fingers.

They turn me around, until I’m facing the fire. This is almost too much, and I’m completely out of control: they’re touching me, moving me, doing what they want with me and I’m loving every second of it. Even though I’ve been dating three men for a while now, I’ve never had more than two at once — the thought occurred to me, but it’s a little nerve-wracking.

Well, itwas. I’m now a big fan.

They all kiss me. Strong hands grab me, pull me to the edge of the couch. Gavin kneels between my legs and tongues my pussy, slowly tracing the edges of my lips with his tongue, as Slate kisses me harder, deeper, and I whimper into his mouth at how good it all feels.

After a moment Slate pulls back, staring into my eyes.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs.

“Me too,” I whisper, even though I can barely talk with the things Gavin is doing to my clit.

“Ever since the first moment I saw you,” he goes on, tweaking a nipple between his fingers.

Gavin licks me harder, faster, sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue back and forth. It makes my hips jerk off the couch and I cry out, grabbing at Slate’s hair with one hand.

Finally, Slate smiles. He kisses me again, long and deep while Gavin pushes me toward the edge.

“That’s it,” Slate says quietly into my mouth, his voice lower than ever. “Come for us, Lark. I know you want to.”

“Slate,” I whisper. “Gavin, I can’t—”

I come before I get the rest of the sentence out, Gavin’s tongue a whirlwind on my clit, Slate’s mouth covering mine as I shout and moan out my orgasm. There are so many hands on me as I writhe that I don’t even know whose are whose. I’ve completely lost track.

Then they’re pulling me to my knees, still on the couch. I lean forward to kiss Gavin, then Slate, then Gavin, until all three of us taste like me and I’ve lost track of who is who. Practically dizzy, I’m guided back, and to my surprise I’m now straddling Dalton’s lap, my back against his front.

He’s completely naked now, his thick, proud cock sticking straight up between my buttocks and against my lower back. Dalton grabs my breasts and pinches both nipples, and I look at Gavin and Slate through heavy-lidded eyes, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I arch my back, pressing myself into him.

“I want you to ride my cock,” he growls into my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you in both holes tonight, Lark. I’m gonna make you come so hard your eyes roll.”

A surge of heat flows through me, and I lift myself up on my knees, then sink myself onto his glorious cock.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my whole body shuddering at the pleasure.

Instantly, Gavin captures my mouth and Slate kisses my neck, moving quickly, feverishly. His hand snakes down my body as I start moving in time with Dalton, riding his huge cock as slow as I can stand it.

Slate’s hand finds my clit, already slippery, and his fingers start circling it, rubbing me deftly, gently. The double sensation is electrifying, so much that I can’t even think, I can only exist.

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