Page 15 of Crave

I tear off my tank top and toss my bra aside so I’m as naked as the guys. I feel a surge of power as they drink my body in, followed by a surge of pleasure when Thomas squeezes my bare breasts.

“Fuck!” The blond guy, Michael, explodes as I keep jacking him, staring at my naked chest and his friend’s hands on my breasts. The first spurt catches me on the lips. Instead of taking him in my mouth, I aim his cock downward, letting him cum all over my cleavage. Something tells me that’s exactly what he needs right now. Thomas catches on quickly, lifting my breasts and moving his hands to expose my nipples. I moan when hot cum runs over them.

In a daze, I beckon to Thomas to stand in front of me. God, I want everything that Damian is offering, but if I let go now, I’ll never finish what I came for.

Damian never stops touching me as I cup warm, heavy balls in my hands. Never stops rubbing my soaked folds as I open my mouth and let a new cock slide over my tongue.

Thomas grips my hair firmly. I welcome his roughness. It anchors me as the floor threatens to drop out.

Men’s hands roam all over me, but only Damian’s are busy between my legs. I open my mouth wider as it’s filled with cock, lick and suck frantically, let Thomas’s head nudge my throat. He’s thick and hot and I bury my nose in his dark thatch of hair.

“Fuck, that’s good, Alana,” Thomas croons, pulling my hair hard. Dammit, he knows hearing my name from him is throwing me off-balance, and he’s doing it deliberately. “You look beautiful like this. I have so much cum for you.”

He’s close. I’m close. We’re all so fucking close. I pull off Thomas, just for a second.

“Damian…” God, I’m the one moaning his name, pleading for his touch. “Make me come. Fuck me.”

Then I close my eyes and surrender.

It all happens quickly. Damian’s fingers twist inside me as he circles my swollen clit. Thomas’s cock fills my mouth, over and over. More hot male hands, all the other guys, explore my curves — my ass, my hips, my breasts, even my throat.

I shudder. I can’t hold it together any longer.

And I’m not alone.

I’m with Damian.

And a whole crowd of his friends.

I explode in the most intense orgasm of my life.

As it ebbs, there’s too much sensation for me to distinguish who’s where. But I know it’s Damian’s cock sinking into me from behind, hard and excited and so pleasurable it’s almost painful. It’s Damian who’s fucking me deeper and deeper as Thomas groans and spurts onto my tongue and a thicket of hands rove over my sweaty skin.

When Damian comes, I realize everyone else has pulled back. It’s just him and me, with his hands planted on my hips and my fingers gripping his rug. His orgasm echoes through my body, and the last thing he says is my name.

Finally, he withdraws. A circle of guys stares at us: exhausted, satisfied, grinning, dazed.

I look over my shoulder and beckon to Damian.

“Come here,” I rasp. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He has the biggest smile on his face as he kneels in front of me. I’ve never seen him so happy — or been so happy myself.

All eyes are on me as I lick my juices off Damian’s cock. Someone utters an awed curse. When I’ve lapped up every drop, I slump to the floor with my head in his lap, a sweaty mess of sex and heat.

In time, the other guys clean up and leave. Before they go, they all crouch down to saythank youandthat was amazingandyou were incredible.They part ways with a kiss on my forehead or a touch on my back. Because they’re respectful like that.

When the apartment is empty, Damian and I get in the shower. It’s quiet at first. We splash each other with water, do a little awkward joking around with the soap. Then we meet each other’s eyes and start laughing.

“You were so hot.” He runs his fingers through my wet hair. “Alana, you were fucking unbelievable.”

I move behind him and reach around to rub his firm chest with soapsuds. “No, you were. Did you set all this up just to get with me?”

“It might have crossed my mind.” He gives me an impish kiss over his shoulder. “You okay with tonight being different than your fantasy…baby?”

“Different was SO much better.” I press my forehead against his back. “Sure, it’s hot to imagine blowing eighteen guys in a locker room, but—”

“Eighteen?” Damian twists to stare at me.

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