Page 70 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

“A celebration sounds great,” I finally breathe.

Suddenly Cash is in front of me, leaning into the middle of the hot spring, grinning as he grabs my arm. I yelp as he pulls me to the other side of the small pool, settling me on his lap as he brings my head to his and kisses me hard, his hand already between my legs.

He’s hard as iron, his swim trunks barely hiding anything. I rock back and forth on his erection, already wishing that there was nothing between us.

That kiss ends, but Dalton is right there already, pulling me into him, even as I’m sitting on his bandmate’s clothed cock, rocking myself back and forth as it presses against my over-sensitive clit.

His tongue invades my mouth as hands caress my nipples, stiff despite the hot water, pinching them through the thin fabric of my bikini top. I moan into Dalton’s mouth and the fingers pinch harder.

The kiss ends. Hands undo my bikini top — Cash, I think — and it comes off. Someone else kisses me. It’s Gavin, and he’s pulling me off of Cash, taking my bottoms off too, settling me back over Cash but naked this time.

I grind against Cash, moaning. I can’t believe I want all of them as much as I do. I want their hands all over me, possessing me, owning me,takingme.

I want their cocks in me, filling every hole. I want them to make me go crazy with pleasure, and I want to give them just as much in return.

Suddenly, I’m being lifted completely out of the hot spring. I yelp at the cold, because even though it’s no longer the dead of winter, night time here isn’t exactly warm.

“We’re relocating,” Gavin says, stepping up and out of the hot spring. “This is unsuitable for what we’ve got in mind.”

He carries me over his shoulder, completely naked and dripping, into The Centennial, past the pool, up the stairs. He opens the first bedroom door he comes to — Dalton’s, I think — and doesn’t stop until he’s tossing me on the bed.

Somewhere along the way, his swim trunks have come off, and he leans over me, his hard, thick need pressing against my lower belly. He kisses me, hard, and I wrap my fist around him as he groans.

“Definitely better,” Dalton’s voice says as he comes into the room behind us. Gavin breaks his kiss only for Dalton to take it over, upside-down, our tongues together as his fingers skim my nipples and I shiver in delight.

Cash is there, next to us, and I break Dalton’s kiss to kiss him as well. His hand is already between my legs, stroking me and teasing me.

“Doesn’t feel like you need too much to get started,” he murmurs into my ear. “You’re ready to take us all right now, aren’t you?”

He keeps rubbing my clit. My eyelids flutter with pleasure and my breath hitches in my chest.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t give it to you, though,” he goes on. “Can’t hurt to come a few times before you take a cock in your ass and your pussy at the same time, can it?”

I just moan in response. I’d never have guessed that Cash, the nice Midwestern guy who carried my suitcases on the first day, would be hands-down the dirtiest talker, but he is.

Cash keeps rubbing me, and I moan, bucking my hips. I’m already close, worked up as I am, when suddenly there’s a tongue in my pussy.

I look down just as Cash’s hand moves. It’s Slate, his serious eyes looking right at me as he slides his tongue in and out, flicks it skillfully across my clit.

I groan. Dalton pinches one nipple, and Slate licks me harder, faster, his tongue moving in and out and up and down, driving me utterly wild. He’s pressing my knees apart with my hands, opening me completely for him, and I’m at his mercy.

Slate’s tongue moves faster. I arch my back, moaning, Dalton’s mouth on mine, his hand pinching one nipple. My eyes are closed with pleasure but someone else suddenly closes his teeth around the other nipple, and I cry out, right on the precipice of orgasm.

Slate stops. My eyes fly open. Dalton’s mouth leaves mine and Cash takes his place almost immediately, devouring me. It’s almost all too much, the tangle of their limbs and mine. It’s hard to know who’s where, who’s doing what to me, who I’m holding onto.

Cash rolls me on top of him, and suddenly I’m straddling his hips, his thick cock between my legs again, hot and hard against my clit. I put my hands on his chest, arching my back and grinding against him as I bite my lip, still breathing hard. I feel like the orgasm Slate denied me is still within my grasp and I gasp as Cash’s cock rubs me hard inexactlythe right spot.

Then he chuckles, grabs my ass in both hands.

“You like that, huh?” he asks, squeezing. I buck my hips again, flexing against him as an answer.

He grins.

“You’d like it better if you rode it,” he says, his big hands pushing me up. I rise onto my knees and he guides himself to my swollen, wet entrance. I groan as he enters me, bringing my body down onto his in one smooth stroke. His cock rubs perfectly against every single pleasure spot I have inside me, and once he’s hilted, I roll my hips against him, moving him inside me.

It feels good. It feelssogood, and I whimper quietly, my hand on his chest.

“Lark, I’m never gonna get tired of you sitting on my cock,” he says, the words coming out in a rush. “This is the best view I’ve ever seen.”

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