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Breathing in deep, I stare up at King, expecting to find cockiness in his gaze, but its absence stills my tongue. I was expecting some sort of comment, a look, knowing, but there'snone of that there. Nothing I can see to make me feel anything but sure about this.
Groans sound at King's back, shuffling feet, grabby hands, Lynx and Rex out of my line of vision, but not out of my head. There's a gentle pressure against the sheets, a tugging against the softness beneath me when they fall to the foot of the bed.
King is patient, careful, as he drops back down over me, holding himself up with one balled fist, knuckles driving into the mattress. His other hand sweeps hair behind my ear, the pierced shell of it hot and itchy with his attention. Cock nudging over the crease of my thigh, he lets his hips lower further, a welcome pressure against my own.
Without any further hesitation, I let my thighs widen, arching my neck to reach his lips, his chin dipping to meet my kiss halfway. His large palm smooths softly up my side, cupping over my breast as his tongue rolls over my own, needy but slow and sure, patient. Agonisingly slow. It's me that draws a grunt out of him, my teeth sinking into the point of his tongue, his finger and thumb pinching my nipple sharply in response.
Fingers clawing at his shoulders, I arch up into him, crushing myself to his chest. Hooking my feet around his hips, I climb my way around his body, forcing all of our bare skin to fold together, arms and legs circling around him. Teeth scrape my lip, my chin, the hot trail of his tongue making me squirm against him, rubbing myself over him with subtle grinds of my hips. His hand tugs out from between us, his thick fingers immediately digging into the flesh of my arse. Gripping me tightly to him with fervour.
And I want him. This. Them.
I don't understand it, this overwhelming feeling of comfort. I'm not sure I've ever felt anything like it. It's just pure instinctual need. Like these men could look after me. They already have. I've never had a one night stand, and althoughthat's exactly what I'm doing, I want it anyway. Despite this being a really bad idea, I don’t let it stop me.
My head drops back at the slip and slide of King's bare cock over my sex, nothing between us but want and need. And as though he reads my mind, he draws back, removing his lips from the column of my throat, his hands working on the condom.
“You ready for me, Princess?” he breathes, nipping savagely at the point of my chin as I nod. “Wanna feel you,” he rumbles against the column of my throat.
King lays me back down, smoothing my fringe back from my sweat-dampened forehead. My fingers slipping over the silky skin of his hips, thumbs smoothing over all of his dips and muscular ridges.
The intensity of his stare only increases, everytime my eyes connect with his, it feels like I'm staring at someone I know.Reallyknow. Have known. For a lifetime.
A hand cuffs my ankle, making me freeze, my leg jolting at the contact of thick, firm fingers.
“You didn't think we weren't here for you too, did you, Treasure?” Lynx chuckles from over King's shoulder.
Breath catching in my throat at King's curl of a smile, I roll my head to the side, peering beneath King's arm, to see Lynx wrapped around Rex in a contortionist type cuddle. All clingy arms, bare skin and glistening sweat, cheeky, almost cruel smiles on both of their faces as they stare at me under King.
“Me first.” King says, swallowing my whimper with the finality of his words as his mouth comes back to mine, his fingers finding my folds, slippery and aching, eliciting a strangled howl from my throat. “That's right, Princess,” he growls, suddenly plunging a thick finger deep inside of me.
I keen, arching my back, twisting my neck, my thigh muscles tightening and uncoiling, trembling as my pussy sucks hard on his finger.
My mouth releases his, breath panting as he sits up on his knees, my nails scratching deeper into his back, trying to keep him close.
“So fucking tight,” King rasps, rapture on his face, in his words, as he watches the place his finger is curling out of before pressing back inside me with a second.
Pressure has me clamping down on his thrusting digits, heat soaring through my core, lower belly coiling and tightening and I think I'm going to come, just like this with barely more than three pumps. But he pulls his fingers free, sucking them into his mouth at the same time his cock thrusts inside of me.
My back bows, a high pitched wail tearing free from my throat, scratching and clawing its way through my tonsils. His cock hits the entrance to my cervix with one hard punch and my spine curls like a coiling serpent.
King fucks me with long, hard strokes of his cock, too long and too thick, but deliciously so. My walls quiver around him, trying to suck him deeper, the noisy wet slap of his pelvis smacking against my wet cunt with every thrust makes my keening cry only seem louder.
His hands grip my hips with bruising pressure, fingertips flexing over the curved bones, thumbs pressing into my skin like weighted darts. King breathes hard through his teeth, throat rolling with a thick swallow.
I want him nearer as he slams his way inside of me. My hands dragging desperately over his back, scratching and pinching the skin of his shoulders in a desperate attempt to claw him closer.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, a furrow between my brows when he only smirks in response, not slowing his speed, not dropping his body to mine.
“Don't mind if I do, Kitten.” I gasp as Rex flops into the space to my right, Lynx on the left.
My head knocks in both directions, lips parting, a shy heat starting to creep its way up my neck. But King growls, fucking me harder, deeper, longer, with violent pounding strokes.
It's Rex's fingers that find my face first, twisting my head towards him with a crack of my neck, and crushing his lips to mine. I groan into his mouth, his own moan of desperate pleasure echoing in our kiss. And Lynx curls over my left, the heat of him prickling my skin, and his mouth scorching my breast as he sucks it into his mouth.
The noises that tear out of me are unrecognisable. Lynx's thick fingers sliding down the dip of my belly, my chest heaving in the clenched bite of his teeth. All of my groans and moans and breathy cries of pleasure are eaten straight from my tongue as Rex licks into my mouth with long, languid strokes, his piercing clicking over my teeth with every sweep of his tongue.
The contrast of Rex's hungry mouth, King's cock, eager, solid claps of his hips, and Lynx's teeth secured in my breast, pad of his finger pressing easy, hard circles into my clit, is what has me clawing relentlessly at King. My left hand drops to his hip, nails delving into the skin, as though to force him into me harder and harder.
“Gonna make you see fucking stars, Princess,” King grunts, breath punching out of him with every slam of his cock in my cunt. “Seeing you like this, between the three of us…” he sucks in air through his teeth, cutting himself off and I find myself desperately hoping he'll finish whatever it is he was going to say.
