Andrew pulled my face closer and kissed me hard. “We are going to fuck you, Cupcake. Are you sure you’re ready? You sure you can handle us?”

I nipped at his lip and dug my hands into Lucas’s chest. “Yes. Yes!”

Andrew stepped back and nodded. “Fucking finally.”

Lucas surprised me by picking me up. His hands cupped my ass and squeezed as he walked me into the only room in Andrew’s suite that I hadn’t been in: the bedroom. He put me down at the end of the bed and turned me around so I was facing the bed, away from him. Then, he put his hand on my back and pressed down. “Keep that ass out.”

I swallowed down my shyness and did as he said. Resting my forearms on the bed, I stood there and held my breath as my dress was worked up my hips, exposing my bare ass. Hands stroked my ass and then warm breath blew across my core. I made an embarrassing sound of need and gripped the blanket just as the first swipe of a tongue touched me.

I jumped and then pressed my hips back, needing more. I knew it was Lucas, but I couldn’t see him, couldn’t see any of them. Another stroke went from my core down to my clit. I moaned and was rewarded with an even longer stroke. Lucas’s tongue moved over the spot he’d been the first to touch, and the sensation was something I’d never expected to like or want. His tongue was wet and hot, tickling the bunched skin around my asshole, and any force he applied had my body buckling. Arms grabbed me and kept me upright while Lucas moved to my core and fucked me with his tongue.

Hands took my breasts and stroked my nipples through the silk of my dress. Another hand cupped the top of my sex and fingers tapped at my clit. I screamed out as an orgasm washed over me.

Lucas didn’t stop. He ate me through my orgasm and only pulled away when Andrew’s deep command told him to fuck me. I lifted my head and watched as Andrew sank onto the mattress in front of me and captured my face. He kissed me as Lucas gripped my hips and slowly pushed into my still-pulsing core.