Page 199 of Gathered Sparkle

I collapse onto his chest, panting. When I catch my breath, I press a kiss to his pecs, whispering, “You’re perfect.” A shy, breathless smile curls his lips as I brush my thumb over his lower one, my gaze locking onto his. “Now, be good and clean up the mess you made for the others.”

A sharp inhale comes from Koen, and then there’s the unmistakable sound of someone stroking himself.

Nicholas’s cheeks flush, but he nods. Then he holds me to his chest as he stands, turning me so he can lay me down on the chair. He sinks to his knees between my thighs, and I open them farther to give him better access. Nicholas’s tongue flicks out to taste our joint release, and the first swipe makes me shudder, my fingers threading through his hair.

He licks me slowly, reverently, cleaning every trace of himself. When he’s done, he lifts his head, his gaze locked onto mine as he opens his mouth. A trail of cum glistens on his tongue.

“Give it to me.” He pushes himself up and leans in, his lips brushing mine as he lets it drip onto my tongue. I eagerly swallow, kissing him deeply and tasting the mingling of us. “Such a good boy.”

A chorus of low groans echoes around the room, and I lift my gaze past Nicholas to see Sylus, Koen, and Ace standing behind him. They’re all naked now, their cocks hard and eyes blazing with heat.

“Why the fuck was that so hot?” Sylus breathes out.

“Right?” Koen nods, a dark smile playing on his lips. “I love the way they play.”

Ace doesn’t say anything, but the intensity in his eyes speaks volumes.

I smile, my heart pounding, my body still thrumming with pleasure as Nicholas stands and pulls me up.

“Well, boys,” I say teasingly. “Who’s next?”

Koen’s eyes glimmer with dark promise as he steps forward. “How about we take this upstairs to a bed?”

Sylus grins, coming to stand beside me and putting an arm around my waist. “Which one?”

“Mine,” Koen replies, and Sylus shifts, his hands tightening before he lifts me over his shoulder with a playful growl. A squeal escapes my lips, and I squirm, my laughter bouncing off the walls.

He only chuckles, his palm gliding over my thighs, gripping me securely. One of his fingers trails higher, slipping between my legs and finding my entrance, teasing me with slow, shallow thrusts of his fingers as he carries me up the stairs.

“Sylus!” I gasp, half in delight, half in protest.

“Can’t have you cooling down, Sparkle. Ace and Nicholas did such a good job warming you up. It’d be a shame to waste it.”

Fuck.

By the time we reach Koen’s room, I’m a trembling mess again, my skin humming with need. Sylus sets me down, his fingers slipping out of me with one last teasing stroke. My legs wobble, but he steadies me, his mischievous smile softening into something almost tender.

“Sit down in the chair,” Koen tells Nicholas. “Watch. If you get hard again, you’re allowed to join us. But there’s no pressure.”

Nicholas swallows, his cheeks flushing, but he nods, moving to the chair. My chest tightens with warmth at how Koen respects his boundaries while guiding him. It mirrors the way Sylus watches out for Ace, ensuring everyone’s boundaries are honored.

My beautiful, complicated, caring guys.

Koen’s attention shifts back to me. He steps in close, his fingers brushing my cheek. “Trust me?”

“Yes.” The answer comes without hesitation.

“And you consent to us touching and pleasuring you while you’re in a trance?”

“Yes.”

“Jesus Christ.” Sylus groans as he strokes himself. “I can’t wait to feel her clench down on me. Hurry the fuck up, Koen.”

I huff a laugh, but Koen’s gaze makes me sober up again.

“You consent to us using you for our pleasure while you’re in a trance?”

Oh. My. God.

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