I’m molten, weightless, suspended between pleasure and exhaustion. Each thrust sends delicious sensations through me, but the thought of another climax seems impossible.
My head lolls back against his shoulder, and I pant. “I… I don’t think I can.”
Koen’s teeth nip my earlobe, sharp enough to make my breath hitch. His fingers graze my forehead. “Sleep.”
The world falls away, and I’m adrift again. Floating, held together by the force that is Koen Lane driving into me.
A shaky breath escapes Nicholas, followed by the softest, most desperate whimper, like he’s barely holding himself together.
My body stays upright, pinned by Koen’s relentless grip, my muscles slack, my mind a kaleidoscope of sensation.
“Sy,” Koen grits out. “She thinks she can’t come again. Want to help me prove our girl wrong?”
A dark chuckle rumbles from Sylus, and the bed dips as he joins us on it. I hate that I can’t open my eyes and see what he’s doing, what he…
His tongue is hot and wet, gliding over my clit. A silent scream shatters through my mind. The combination of Koen’s deep thrusts and Sylus’s expert tongue sends fireworks exploding behind my closed eyes. I want to thrash, to beg, to moan, but my body stays still. I’m a prisoner to this delicious torment.
Koen’s hips snap against me, his rhythm faltering as he fights for control while Sylus laps at me, unhurried and thorough, apparently not giving a flying fuck that traces of Nicholas’s, his, and Ace’s cum are leaking out of me, which only makes this ten times hotter.
His tongue flicks lower, and I feel a jolt of sensation where Koen’s cock is buried inside me.
“Jesus…focus, man,” Koen grunts out.
Did he just… lick the base of Koen’s dick?
“Sorry,” Sylus murmurs, though the smirk in his voice says he’s anything but.
A laugh bubbles up somewhere deep inside me, but it dissolves into a wave of pleasure as Sylus’s mouth returns to my clit and sucks it between his lips, pushing me closer to the edge. My nerves are frayed, my body a live wire, and yet the orgasm builds again.
I’m screaming in my head, my mind fracturing into white-hot ecstasy. My insides clamp down, pulsing around Koen, and he groans. “Wake up.”
The command shatters the trance, and I come crashing back to reality. My eyes fly open as the orgasm rips through me. My body shudders violently, and my hand reaches out to fly into Sylus’s hair, pulling his face away from my overstimulated pussy. He chuckles, standing from the bed.
Koen’s thrusts stutter, his fingers digging into my hips as he drives deep one final time, spilling inside me with a ragged curse.
I collapse forward, boneless and trembling. Koen follows, his weight careful as he peppers kisses along the sweaty curve of my neck, then my shoulder blades. He pulls out of me, and I can’t stop the shiver as warmth trickles down my thighs.
The combined cum of my men.
Fuck.
Koen kisses my shoulder once more before his weight leaves me completely.
“Come on, Trouble.” The sound of running water echoes in the room, and when I lift my heavy eyelids, Ace is there, smiling softly as his arms slip under me. He lifts me effortlessly into a bridal carry, and my head comes to rest against his chest. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
We pass Nicholas in the doorway, who wordlessly reaches out to brush my foot, his touch a reassurance. The bathroom glows with soft light, steam curling in the air as exhaustion pulls at me, but there is also insecurity. Maybe this was a one-sided, otherworldly experience for me.
Maybe they didn’t feel the same?
“You were so good for us, precious,” Koen praises from somewhere beside me, having read my thoughts again.
Fucking mentalist.
“You did amazing, Trouble,” Ace reassures me, too, as we step into the bathroom, only the two of us inside. “I was worried this would be too much, but… damn. You’re everything. This,us, it feels like we’ve fallen into place, right where we were always meant to be.”
“We found it, Ace,” I agree in a whisper.
His lips press against my forehead, a gentle benediction. “Sleep, Trouble.”