I should protest that possessive, claiming word. Lash out. Scream that I don’t belong to anyone.
But it’s not true. I’m my own person, yes, but the parts of me that make me Ellie belong to the five men scattered throughout this room. I’m theirs as surely as they’re mine. This isn’t a one-way road.
I move my mouth to his throbbing dick in answer to that claiming, hollowing my cheeks to take him in deep.
Something wet touches my throbbing pussy, and then Dom’s voice whispers, “Is this okay?”
I pull away from Landon’s cock to grit out, “God, yes,” then return to my task.
Dom continues to apply a generous amount of lube—though it’s not needed. I’m wet as fuck for them, and they haven’t done anything to me yet. Just touching them is enough to turn me on.
“Look at how wet our girl is,” Beckett breathes, his British accent deepening with his desire. His hands join Dom’s, spreading my pussy lips for everyone to see. I feel heat in my cheeks.
Dom chuckles as he fingers me. “Do you think she’s ready for me, brother?”
Beckett smooths a hand over my ass cheek. “I’m not sure. I like the view too much right now. Don’t want to obscure it with your ugly ass.”
Dom’s deeply satisfied chuckle rumbles through me. “I think she would look even better speared on a cock, wouldn’t you say?”
Fuck, yes.
I must whimper my approval to that idea because five male chuckles echo through the room.
“I think we have our answer,” Dom murmurs, then the tip of his cock presses against me.
I pull my lips away from Landon’s dick to breathe out, “Fuck, yes. More. I need more.”
Landon chuckles from beneath me, male satisfaction streaking across his face, as if he’s the one entering me. “Greedy girl.”
“So greedy,” Dom agrees, though his words morph into a groan as he enters me slowly, inch by inch, taking his sweet damn time and driving me mad.
When he finally reaches the hilt, he pauses, his breathing choppy. He grips my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
But not hard enough.
“How tight is she?” The question, surprisingly, comes from Ryker. I can’t see him from this angle, but I imagine he’s watching me, studying me, deciding how much of this he can take. I wonder if he’s still fully dressed or if he has given in to even a smidgen of the desire riding him.
The prospect makes my pussy flutter around Dom’s length.
He grunts, his fingers tightening, and grits out, “So fucking tight. It’s like she’s trying to squeeze my cock.”
“Then move, dammit,” I all but snarl.
His chuckle is full of satisfaction. “As our wife wishes.”
My body jerks at that word.
Wife.
Our wife.
We’re not married, but…
It feels right.
“I think we’ve skipped a few steps,” I manage to say around the blade lodged in my throat.
Beckett moves toward me and grabs my hair, wrapping it around his wrist. “I don’t think we have.”
