Page 133 of Pucking the Team
“The sweetest words ever spoken,” Dylan said.
Then he stooped, and the next thing I knew, I was over his shoulder and his hand was set firmly on my butt.
“What? Dylan…I…” I stared down at the floor. My hair fell forward.
He was already striding from the kitchen. “This is the quickest way to get this show on the road.”
He took the stairs two at a time, and I found myself being lowered onto my bed. He stared down at me, lust glinting in his eyes, and undid his belt buckle.
My heart rate picked up some more when Ben, Theo, and Eduardo moved in next to him and all began to undress.
For a moment, the sight of acres of perfect flesh being revealed held me captivated. Each man was built to perfection. And then as jeans and sweats were removed, four very hard, big cocks caught my attention.
“We using condoms?” Ben asked.
“Not if you’re in perfect health and all agreed to be exclusive with me.” I raised my eyebrows.
“Do you even need to ask?” Theo frowned.
“She can ask,” Dylan said. “And the answer is yes, health and absolutely exclusive.”
“Then no condoms.” I grinned. “Forget those awful things.”
I sensed a collective exhale of relief.
“You need to take off your clothes,” Theo said and moved toward me.
“We can help with that,” Eduardo said, fisting his cock.
Dylan was there, undoing the button on my denim shorts and then tugging at them.
“Oh…okay…” I rested my hand on his shoulder and lifted my hips.
My white lace knickers were dragged off and thrown aside in a bundle with my shorts.
“I’ve done my part,” Dylan said, squatting and placing his hands on my thighs.
“And I’ll take this job.” Eduardo was removing my t-shirt. It came up and over my head, then he sat behind me, legs out to the sides so I was leaning on his chest. “No bra, huh?” he said, cupping my breasts in his big hands. “Good move.”
Dylan set his steely gaze on me. “Come as many times as you want, I’m going to.”
I didn’t answer because he ducked his head to my pussy and swept his tongue through my damp folds.
“Oh fuck…yes…” I managed. My toes pointed, and my belly tensed.
“You like Dylan doing that to you?” Theo asked. He sat at my side and stroked my lower abdomen, small tickling traces of his fingertips that dipped in and out of my navel.
“Yes…oh…yes…”
“It’s hot for us to watch him between your legs,” Ben said. “To see your need for him and us.”
“I need you all,” I said.
“We know.” Theo ran his fingers lower and tugged at the skin on my mound, pulling it upward.
My clit was exposed, and Dylan went straight to it, rotating his tongue over it and sucking gently.
“Oh God, that’s going to make me come so quickly.” I gasped, and a tremble shook my body.
