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“Please,” I whine, dropping my head down between my shoulders as I arch into him.

“So greedy, little tease. Is this filthy pussy not satisfied yet?”

“No,” I admit, unable to gather my brain cells together enough to say anything more.

Nate pushes into me, neither fast nor slow, but at the pace he wants to set. He pushes on my lower back, and my legs slide further apart. It’s almost immediate the way my walls clench around him, and a throaty moan rips from my throat and echoes around the room.

My fingers twist into the sheets and tug, arching my back as his thrusts turn hard and punishing. And holy shitsticks am I into it.

Something nudges against my other hole, circling the moisture from his saliva and dipping in slightly.

I think that’s a thumb.

Nate’s thumb is pushing into a place I haven’t had someone explore before.

“Say no if you need to.” His voice is gravelly. Those words alone stop me from saying anything.

Everything they do to me feels amazing. There’s never been a point where any of them have done something I don’t like. Nor have they ever been grossed out either.

Crap. Okay.

Fisting the sheets beneath me tighter, I close my eyes and push back a little more into him, my silent but awkwardly embarrassed agreement to continue.

“Such a good tease,” he grinds out and pushes his thumb against the resistant muscle.

He doesn’t let up his thrusts, and they help to distract me somewhat, but I’m still so aware of what he’s doing. The bed dips, sheets rustle, and something brushes against my hands. Flicking my eyes open, I’m met with soft brown ones.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Max winks, his body beneath mine, my hands bracketed on either side of his shoulders.

“Maxi,” Nate warns. His hips still hammer into me, sparking all sorts of heat low in my stomach. He’s not the longest out of them, but unsurprisingly, he is the widest.

Max ignores him, keeping his focus on me. “Kiss me before I perish, honeybee,” he whispers, eyes flicking down to my mouth.

I move my hands from the bed to his chest. The position drops me lower, and Max’s naked body brushes against mine. His very hard, very warm length presses between us and nudges my stomach as Nate pushes into me.

I drop my weight forward and press my lips to his. We consume each other, and it’s messy. Each wet swipe of his tongue distracts me from the foreign feeling nudging behind me. Something must relax in my muscles, because suddenly Nate’s thumb slips inside.

I gasp into Max’s mouth. “Oh!” I breathe.

“Fuck, I need in,” Max says feverishly. “Sorry, honeybee. You need to tell me if it’s too much. Otherwise, I’m coming in.”

“W-what?”

His hand squeezes between us, and my brows pinch together, a little unsure. A little confused. But still so needy.

“Not without this,” Noah says. My head tilts to see him leaning across the bed and handing something to Max. “You do look breathtaking,” he adds, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

My mouth pops open to thank him, then snaps closed at the feel of something cold and slippery. Max shuffles a little farther down.

“That’s my fucking leg,” Nate growls when limbs start knocking limbs. Somehow his thumb slips even further in and I squeak.

I narrow in on the connection, laser-focused on the stretch. So, I don’t initially realise the slight burn elsewhere.

“What?” I stutter, eyes wide as I stare down at Max and his furrowed, concentrated face.

“It’ll fit, I promise,” he says, the words strained as he works his slippery, lubed-up length inside me.

Where Nate already is.