Page 73 of Dying to Meet You

Caleb undoes my bra, his hands moving around me to play with my nipples. Hutton still sits deep inside me. “Fuck, Big Gulp, that’s one helluva sight,” Blaine says to Caleb as I arch back, further pushing my breasts out. Luxuriating in their touches, their love…

We’re all regrouping, having another glass of champagne or cider, when I look at Keir’s glistening hard cock as he’s reclined back against the pillow, only inches from my mouth where I’m lying. Blaine says in a loud whisper to me, “Yeah, go get that dick.”

Keir runs a hand through my hair, resting it on the back of my head. I take him in my hand, running my tongue underneath his veiny cock and giving a light caress of his balls. He’s hard as a rock, leaking pre-cum I lap up. His moans make me want his release. Blaine has moved in closer, the lube in his hand as he lathers it on himself before pulling my ass closer. His wet fingers run through the lips of my pussy, then back up to my clit as he pinches it between his thumb and finger.

My breathing hitches as he slams inside me. “Jesus Christ Almighty…you feel like fucking heaven…” He presses a hand onto my back as he gets his tempo right.

Matt, Caleb, and Hutton watch, eyes filled with a yearning, a desire, we’re all feeling. The pleasure of our bodies…that euphoric release.

My orgasm makes me choke on Keir’s cock as I press too far forward, and he pulls me off him. Lying in front of me, he swallows my moans as Blaine wrings the climax from me. His body strokes me long after he’s unloaded. I feel his sweat on my back, and a satisfied smile takes hold.

I reach my hand out to Matt, who has moved to the side of bed where Keir is lying, to help me up. Caleb throws a washcloth to Blaine. Hutton has opened another bottle and is now digging in the unlocked drawer of toys Blaine adds to occasionally.

Matt pulls me into his arms. “Do you know how well-fucked you look? The flush of your skin,” he nuzzles into my neck, his cologne making me drag a deep breath in, “that moan…dammit, it does shit to me.”

His mouth finds one of my nipples, his hands taking my waist and seating me on the side of bed as he kneels.

I hear Keir ask Blaine behind me, “What else do those fingers do?”

And we’re all hands-on deck again.

As Matt gives my breasts his mouth and hands, Hutton nudges him as a signal to move aside, wanting to eat me out. Matt, taking the not-so-subtle hint, climbs onto the bed to lie next to me as Hutton’s mouth on my pussy causes me to lie back on the bed, writhing. I see Blaine and Keir rolling around beside us on the bed. A nip of a bite from Keir, and Blaine sucks at his neck as their limbs occasionally brush their erections. But they’re more focused on marking each other. The tease… the buildup…

I want that…that’s what I need. I reach out to grab Blaine’s arm as Caleb presses in from the other side of me, his hand running up my torso as he plants a light kiss to the side of my breast.

“Mark me,” I groan out.

The atmosphere becomes more charged as Keir pushes Blaine off to get to me. His mouth is on my earlobe as he says thickly, “Anything you want.”

Blaine slaps Keir’s thigh. “Done, huh?”

It’s been growing…the tension about their relationship and tonight might tip the scales and finally force them to work it out.

Matt normally isn’t one to leave love bites or hickeys, but he takes my order seriously, sucking my nipple harder and causing a zing of pain. “Unnhh..” My chest juts up.

“Shit, are you okay?” he pulls away to ask, his lips swollen from kissing.

Blaine shakes the partially empty bottle of fizzy cider, his thumb covering the opening, then sprays it over us. Putting the bottle back on the dresser, he moves to lick it off me, giving little sucks and bites along the way.

Caleb makes my heart pound with a slow kiss while Hutton uses his fingers and tongue to make me scream out in release. I feel boneless as I grab a pillow to support my head, repositioning to see my hotter-than-hell husbands around me. It has to be a crime somewhere to have this much sexy attention to yourself.

With a languid stretch, I lie back against the pillows, a satisfied sigh escaping, before I crawl over Hutton’s legs to the edge of the bed, saying, “Be right back.” Peering back over my shoulder to see their eyes on me is another reminder of how damn lucky I am.

I come back into the room from cleaning up and checking out my wild hair and well-marked chest in the mirror to all of them splayed out on the bed with room for me in the middle. The music has been turned down. “You’re all tapping out for the night?”

By the looks I’m getting, that’s not the case.

I want to address something before snuggling into bed between Hutton and Blaine. Caleb gives Hutton ample room on his other side, choosing to lie close to the edge, and Matt and Keir settle on the other side of Blaine. Naked, my entire body feels strung tight…wanting each of them again. I crawl into bed, shoving the sheet back. The only person redressed in their underwear is Caleb.

“Blaine…baby, love, lover,” I say, getting close. “I think Keir needs a blowjob from you.” He was hinting earlier he wanted Blaine’s mouth, but either Blaine ignored him or was denying him.

“Subtle,” Hutton says, kissing my shoulder.

Yeah? Even so, it works. He only needed the slightest nudge to turn to Keir. An eyebrow is raised, as if in challenge, before Blaine’s hands caress their way to Keir’s erection. He spits in his palm before going back gliding his hand over the head. “Does Keir deserve a blowjob from me is the question.”

Matt grabs the condoms and lube that were haphazardly tossed to the floor. He doesn’t say anything, just rolls a condom on his thickening cock while watching Blaine taunt Keir. The lube is then passed to Blaine.

Keir’s breathing is getting labored watching them. Hell, so is mine.

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