Page 72 of Dying to Meet You

As a flushed Matt comes back from the bathroom, I can guess just how heated things were getting between him and Keir. I wink at him. “Getting ready, eh?”

“Hard to resist.” He winks back.

Once we’re all in the room with champagne flutes in our hands, Hutton offers words of encouragement and support for tomorrow. “To our wife, the most incredible woman I know.”

Blaine raises his glass filled with the sparkling cider, high. “She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s got that glorious face…fuck, you’re so fucking hot, Ed.”

“To our wife, worthy of all praise possible,” Keir joins in.

Matt wraps an arm around my waist. “To the strongest woman I’ve ever met.”

There’s a chorus of playful “Hear! Hear!” before Blaine can’t help himself. “Mmmm. Just what exackatackaly are you up to with this robe? That’s coming off…” He tugs the belt to open it. Sucking in a breath, he says, “Fucking let’s go.”

He’s never worried about exposing himself in any way. With that body, he should show it off. Confidently flinging his now-removed underwear toward the hamper in the corner, his dick springs up in appreciation.

Caleb sets his drained glass of champagne down to refill it. “Here we go.”

The robe gets pulled off by Hutton, who kisses my neck. Breathing into my ear, he says, “You look like a goddess, but I don’t want you covered up.”

Within panting breaths, I order them to all strip, not that they need much encouragement. Keir gives Matt a hungry look to, his hand running over his erection.

Moving me around to face him, Hutton towers over me. I run my hands down his abs to where his impressive cock is sandwiched between us, pressing against him.

“You’re starting with the velvet hammer?” Blaine cracks. He never fails to mention Hutton’s size, which is monumental.

Breaking our kiss, Hutton responds, “Once. Just once I’d like you to refrain from lusting after my dick.”

“Dude, I don’t feel like being torn apart. I’m just giving credit where it’s due…Super dick, Dicktator, Cockonator…”

I pull Caleb toward me, finding his lips while Hutton’s hands caress my breasts. Caleb moves behind me, to slip his hand into my lacy underwear, and Hutton seeks my lips again.

Blaine drops onto the bed, his hand stroking his dick as he watches us. From the corner of the room where Keir had been opening the second bottle of champagne, I hear a deep moan. I have to pull back and look.

Matt has their dicks held together with one hand, giving them both a hand job, while they tongue-fuck. Deep, passionate groaning ratchets up my neediness.

“Mmm…” I look up at Hutton. “I need y-”

I’m cut off when his mouth seals back over mine. He tears the lacy G-string off; Caleb moves away to allow him to lift me, his length rubbing me just right as I position around him tightly.

I feel Caleb at my back, pressing soft kisses across my shoulder blades and spurring me on with sweet encouragement, “That feel good? That’s right, honey, nice and slow. Ease it in, how’s that…”

Blaine calls Caleb’s name to get his attention as he throws the tube of lubricant he grabbed from the bedside table, along with foil packets of condoms, at him.

I deliriously ride Hutton’s cock while Caleb works my asshole with lube. His fingers are not enough, though. I want to feel full…so fucking full…

My vantage point allows me to see the moment Matt and Keir come. Their heaving, chiseled chests, the post-coital tenderness…it’s spinning the coil of ache tighter. All of them…I want them all touching me. Arching back, my mouth drops open. “Ohhhh, yes, yeeesss.” Caleb, sheathed in a condom and lubed up, works himself into my ass.

Blaine makes a choked noise. “Fuck…that’s …oh my god, that finger suck at the end was intense.” He’s going back and forth between watching Matt with Keir and us.

I moan, “All…all of you…please, please…”

We move to the bed, where Hutton carefully lies back with me still on him, and Caleb re-enters me. Blaine watches on his side, still trying to crack jokes. “I’m still so impressed with the structural integrity of this bed.”

“Hey, B, your mouth has more important things to do than talk right now,” Keir teases, lying on the other side of us. Matt watches, standing at the end of the bed and taking a drink of his champagne. His dick is hard as a rock again…a recovery time like no other.

A rumbling roar escapes Hutton as he comes hard inside me. I’m sent right over the edge after him, spasming around him. Caleb takes the rhythm over as Blaine massages his hand over one of my ass cheeks and Keir lightly bites my outer thigh.

When Matt joins in, I lose it completely. He crawls past Blaine to kneel facing me, moving in to kiss me. His tongue tangles with mine, giving little sucks on my lower lip before diving back in. Every one of them is propelling me to an earth-shattering release.

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