Without breaking eye contact, I tug at his jeans and boxer briefs—just enough for his long cock to spring free, whacking against his stomach. I grab him in my hand and give him a few exploratory strokes—relishing the velvety softness over hardened steel.
All of my guys are…well-endowed. At first, I thought I was being biased because of my feelings for them. And besides, it’s not like I’ve seen other cocks before.
But I looked it up once—call it morbid curiosity—and all my men are well above the average size. I also never knew cocks could appear so different. Beckett’s is paler than Zane’s or Ryker’s and slightly thinner. However, it’s one of the longest, with a mushroom tip and a tiny slit at the top.
It’s that slit I focus on as I pepper tiny, chaste kisses to it, still never breaking eye contact.
“Fuck, Ellie. Love.” He closes his eyes yet again, almost like he’s praying, as I lick the length of him, following an invisible line only I can see.
His breath releases in shuddered gasps.
Wrapping my hand around him once more, I turn toward my other guys. Dom and Landon have already stripped down and now stand before me, gloriously naked. Zane still has his shirt on but has lost his pants. He fists his cock with a wicked grin.
And Ryker…
Out of all of them, he’s the only one I wasn’t sure would participate with us today. He still struggles to share me physically with the others, though I know he has fully accepted this unconventional relationship between the six of us.
Yet, I find him watching me from the corner of the room opposite Zane, his ice-blue eyes ensnaring mine through the shadows of his hood. He’s still fully dressed, but I can see the outline of his erection through his jeans. His hands are fisted byhis sides, as if he can’t decide whether he wants to join in or pull me away.
He doesn’t do either, though, simply watching.
That’s okay. I want him to go at his own pace. And if this proves to be too much for him, I won’t be upset if he leaves. I know it doesn’t mean he loves me any less.
I return my attention to Dominic, Landon, and Beckett, who all surround me. Their combined gazes send a jolt of lust through me. No self-consciousness this time. How could I be, when they stare at me as if I’m the only girl in the world?
It’s a heady, intoxicating sensation—and one that makes me a little nervous, if I’m being honest. I want to be worthy of the love I see in their eyes.
I move my mouth to Dom’s cock first, taking him in deep as I use my free hand to stroke Landon’s throbbing shaft. Both men twitch at my touch, breathy exhales and curses releasing from them.
I pull off of Dom’s cock, then move my mouth to Landon’s, which is in the center. Lifting my free hand, I play with his balls, smiling when he mutters, “Fuck me.”
That’s the plan.
I continue to suck Landon as I grab ahold of Dom’s and Beckett’s cocks on either side of me. I stroke them in tandem to my mouth bobbing on Landon’s hard dick.
I do this for a few minutes, alternating between the three of them, listening to every sharp intake of breath, every murmured plea, every curse. I’m beginning to know their bodies almost as well as I know my own. Better, even.
At one point, Beckett rubs the tip of his dick against my peaked nipple, and a bolt of desire migrates straight to my pussy.
Somehow, I end up on the bed, my clothing gone.
When did that happen?
Beckett’s hand smooths over the curve of my ass as Landon reclines on the bed, one arm raised over his head, a cocky smirk on his face. Using his free hand, he strokes himself, his mercury eyes intent on my face.
“Come here, kitten,” he instructs, and I’m helpless to resist him. Not that I would, even if I could.
My mouth waters as I move on my hands and knees toward his waiting cock.
“God, I love this view,” Zane praises, and a flush rushes to my cheeks as I realize what, exactly, the others are seeing.
But before a pang of inadequacy can zip through me, Landon crooks his fingers. “Be a good girl and suck my cock,” he orders.
My bratty side comes out to play. “Why should I do that?” I arch an eyebrow at him, even as I continue crawling forward, the tips of my breasts brushing against his thighs and creating delicious friction.
Landon’s eyes burn. “Because you’re mine. Ours.”
Ours.
