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“This won’t be an easy fuck,” he warned me.
All I had time to do was nod before he was thrusting into me. My legs curled around him and then the other two grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head while Leander fucked me.
It was nothing to the gentle exploration earlier, which I realized had been all for me, to help me get used to their large girths.
No, this was all for Leander. He wasn’t holding back now. He fucked me with abandon, thrusting me into the chair, but it was clear that wasn’t enough.
“You need her on the floor, brother,” someone said.
The large man on top of me, fucking me so relentlessly, large cock thrusting in, then pulling out only to ruthlessly shove back in—
I was lifted, only long enough for me to be deposited on—you guessed it, the floor. But someone had laid out a blanket.
Leander was immediately on top of me, a large, hot man.
He fucked like a wild animal, none of his usual gentility or calm presence. And the boys held me down for it. It was the hottest, wildest thing I’d ever experienced. My hips bucked up to meet his, and I watched the intensity on his face as he gave into his drive.
He buried his face in my breasts, biting, sucking. He cemented his body to mine, clutching my ass as his hips pulled back just enough to thrust and bury himself inside me again. It was like he was a man possessed and my body was his salvation, if he could just reach far enough inside me, just fuck me good enough.
I would have clutched him back except for the hands holding my wrists, but I loved that too, because for whatever reason it turned him on; it was what he needed. This was what they all needed, what made them whole. And the fact that I was the center of it was so, so—
Oh God, and not to mention that with Leander’s body so close to mine, his groin rubbed so good against my spot, so many spots, it was overwhelming, I was overwhelmed—
I screamed as I came like a hurricane.
I screamed and fisted my hands, and then hands were holding mine, and I clutched them and squeezed around Leander, who sucked harder than ever on my neck as he fucked me like a demon was chasing him.
“Milo,” he demanded. “Now. On her chest.”
He lifted off me only the slightest bit so Milo could step forward.
“Watch,” Leander ordered, still fucking me hard. “Watch what you do to us. Look at his cock. Watch what you do to him.”
I looked up and there was Milo, usually so friendly and carefree, kneeling and fisting his cock right above us with an intense look on his face. We were all so close, the cloud of sex and sweat in the air. I saw cum dribbling down Milo’s cock. His cheeks were bright pink but he kept fisting it, back and forth in a punishing grip. It was smaller than the twins’, but then, almost anything would be, but still long and straight.
“I want her covered in us,” Leander said. “Mark her. Now.”
Milo’s eyes drifted up and down the scene of me, bare and exposed and being fucked in front of him. And then his cock erupted in a fountain all over my tits.
“Fuck, yes,” Leander growled, his hand immediately spreading the cum all over my breasts, bringing it to my lips.
“Suck,” he demanded.
I took his fingers into my mouth, sucking eagerly. Which was apparently the last straw.
He fucked me ruthlessly as I sucked his best friend’s cum from his fingertips.
I watched as his orgasm hit, and it made another hit for me. All of his features twisted as if in agony, and then every line of stress disappeared. Then he collapsed on top of me, still thrusting with his hips as if he couldn’t stand to be done fucking me.
“Fucking mine,” he mumbled, before rolling to the side so he wouldn’t crush me with his weight but pulling me with him so that we were still connected, his cock still inside me.
Janus laid down on my other side.
“Fucking ours,” Milo said, sitting at my head and playing with my hair as my eyes drooped. I never imagined the floor of a plane could be so comfortable. But when sandwiched in between such warm, hot bodies that had just taken me to the edge of nirvana…
“You better fucking believe it,” Janus and Leander mumbled at the same time.
17
STIRRING THE POT
London was big and beautiful and I felt beautiful in it. And that felt amazing. Like I was walking on air.
Or maybe that was just the residual feeling left in my body after that insane plane ride and all the things—
Oh God, waking up in their arms…
Because we’d slept that way, on the floor of the plane, all tangled up together. Milo woke us all up half an hour ahead of landing. None of us had moved, in spite of the luxury of the plane around us. I’d woken just where I’d fallen asleep on Leander’s bicep and never slept more soundly. When I finally stood up, I thought I’d have aches and pains, but instead I felt loose and only achy in the places where— Well, ahem, in places that had nothing to do with how I’d slept.
