Page 19 of Every Eligible Man

"That's one," Wreck observes from above, still playing with my breasts. "How many orgasms do we think she can handle before she passes out?"

"At least six," Slade says confidently.

"Ten," Ash counters. "She's been starving for this. She'll take everything we give her."

"Twenty," Wreck says. "I believe in her."

"That's insane," I try to protest, but then Ash sucks my clit between his lips and crooks his fingers at the same time and I come so hard I actually see stars.

My knees buckle. I would collapse if three pairs of hands didn't catch me, lifting me easily and carrying me to the heavy oak table in the center of the room.

They lay me out like a feast.

Which, I suppose, I am.

"Clothes off," I demand, voice wrecked. "All of you. I want to see what I'm working with."

The brothers exchange glances and then it becomes a competition.

Slade is fastest, fingers flying over buttons with practiced ease, shrugging out of his doublet and shirt in one fluid motion. His body is lean and cut, muscles sliding under skin as he shoves his trousers down. His cock springs free, long and curved, already flushed and leaking.

Oh. Oh that curve is going to hit interesting places.

"Show-off," Ash says, taking longer because he's bigger and there's more fabric to remove. When he finally gets his trousers off, my mouth goes dry.

He's massive. Thick and heavy and absolutely intimidating. The kind of cock that requires preparation and determination and possibly a prayer.

I want it inside me immediately.

Wreck just tears his shirt getting it off because he apparently can't be bothered with buttons. His body is wiry, scattered with scars, and his cock…

"It curves left," I observe.

"Hits different spots that way," he says, completely unself-conscious. "You'll thank me later."

Three naked men surround the table where I lie spread out and panting. Three hard cocks. Three very different bodies. Six hands reaching for me.

"How do you want to do this?" Slade asks, trailing his fingers up my thigh.

I reach out, grabbing the two closest, Ash and Slade, and stroke. They both groan. I feel powerful. Feral. Desperate.

"I want everything. All of you. At once."

“Greedy lady,” Ash growls approvingly.

"You have no idea."

Wreck climbs onto the table, positioning himself near my head. "Open up, gorgeous. Let's see how well that royal mouth handles common cock."

I grab his hips and pull him forward, taking him into my mouth without preamble. He hisses, hips jerking, and I moan around him at the taste, clean sweat and salt and man.

"Fuck, her mouth is hot. Slade, you need to try this mouth."

"Busy," Slade says. He's taken position between my thighs, spreading them wide, rubbing the head of his curved cock through my soaked folds. "Ready?"

I can't answer with my mouth full. I lift my hips in invitation.

He pushes in slowly, savoring it, letting me feel every inch of that curve as it drags against my walls. By the time he bottoms out, I'm moaning around Wreck's cock so hard that he grabs the edge of the table to stay upright.