Page 98 of The VIP Package

Zane takes his cue, gliding two fingers to my slippery clit. Gentle, soft circles serve as a contrast to how Nico’s pounding my ass from behind. Zane’s gritting his teeth and I’m certain we’re all on the brink of exploding.

“That’s it,” Ash murmurs, watching me writhe. “Slow little swirls on her clit.”

Oh, God. I can’t take it. Pleasure slams into me with the force of a cyclone as my eyes open wide.

“Do it,” Ash urges, fucking my mouth. “I’m right there with you.”

That’s what undoes me, this connection with Ash. His eyes searing mine, the link between body and soul. His heart, my heart, our bodies connected by bliss.

I let out a scream with his cock in my mouth. Zane growls beneath me, thrusting up the same exact moment Nico plunges into me.

“Oh, God.” Gripping my hips, Nico draws back. He slams in again with a roar. “Fuuuuck!”

Zane spasms inside me, squeezing my tits as my gaze locks with Ash’s. I witness the moment it all comes apart. His mouth falls open and his blue eyes go hazy. He lets out a roar and a warm, salty stream hits the back of my throat. I swallow him down, coming so hard I collapse.

Panting and dazed, I start to pitch forward. Three sets of hands ease me down from the peak. My eyes flutter shut, and I lose track of time. The only thing now is the sensation of fingers and palms as they bring me down gently. They’re petting and praising, filling my ears with words that sound foreign.

Someone gets up and walks to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with washcloth. “Here.”

I open my eyes as Ash takes the cloth. Eyes locked with mine, he sponges me off with love pooling warm in his gaze. “Hello, beautiful.”

“Hey there.” I manage a wobbly smile. “That was intense.”

“It was.”

Nico strides to the sink and refills water glasses while Zane gets rid of a condom. Ash stays with me, holding my weight on his chest. “You okay?”

A breathless laugh flutters out of me. “You’re joking, right?” I stretch and sit up, not sure which body part feels best. “Every single nerve is singing right now.”

Ash quirks a brow. “Opera or death metal?”

“Hmm.” I lean up and kiss him, letting him hold all my weight. “I think I hear Whitney Houston.”

He chuckles and hands me the glass Nico passes him, watching me drink it all down. As soon as it’s empty, he takes it. “Want to get up off the floor?”

“I’m not sure my legs work.”

“Say no more.” Scooping me up, he carries me gently to the bed.

Zane hurries over and peels back the covers as Ash slides me under the sheet. He crawls in beside me as the other two men begin dressing.

“We’d normally cuddle,” says Nico as he pulls on his t-shirt. “But I think you’ve got it covered.”

“Yep.” Zane finds his shoes and stoops down to grab them. “Looks like you’re in good hands, Camille.”

“I am.” I snuggle closer to Ash, burrowing against his chest. “Thank you for everything.”

Zane plucks my hand off the pillow, planting a kiss on my knuckles. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

“Thank you.” I giggle. “You guys are pretty great, too.”

His eyes slide to Ash and he nods. “You’re one lucky son of a bitch.”

“No joke.” Zane straightens his shirt. “Take care of her, man.”

“I will.” Brushing back hair from my face, he feathers a kiss to my temple. “And I am, indeed, the luckiest son of a bitch on Earth.”

Nico kisses my hand like Zane did, which makes me giggle again. I must be delirious, since I’m not normally much of a giggler. As soon as the door clicks shut, I look up at Ash.

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