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“Yup,” Rix agreed. “Not a damn thing Cat doesn’t do to perfection.”
As he was with everything, Zane was a lot rougher and more forceful than Jorik or Rix. He bucked up with his hips into my mouth while really slamming my head down into his lap. My scalp stung from how tightly he held my hair, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes each time he knocked my tonsils, but I didn’t care.
I loved it.
I loved Zane, and this was part of who he was.
I knew that if it was too much, I could tap his thigh and he’d end it.
I trusted him, even if he didn’t entirely trust me.
These men had given me my freedom and were helping me experience the world and every pleasure it offered. They had yet to give me a reason not to trust them, and that included all things carnal. They’d taught me pleasure, joy and desire. I was nothing but grateful to them and showed my gratitude with my trust and my devotion.
And my body.
A hot, wet, slippery tongue snaked up my cleft from behind where I was on my knees, and I moaned and pushed back into whoever was back there.
“Taste like an angel, Angel,” Jorik murmured, nipping at my butt cheek before diving back in, and this time pushing two fingers into my channel as well.
I let Zane continue to fuck my face while I fucked Jorik’s face. I couldn’t see Rix, but I could smell him, feel his heartbeat and sense him nearby.
“Can’t neglect these,” Rix murmured, reaching beneath me to roll and pinch my nipples.
With my free hand, I reached out for Rix, and he guided me with his hand until my fingers were wrapped around his cock again. Blindly I started to stroke him while he expertly played with my nipples.
I was in heaven.
“Rix, go get the coconut oil,” Zane said, his voice strained and gruff, like he was doing everything he possibly could not to come. “Then slide your fingers in our girl’s ass. We need to get her prepped.” A shiver raced through me at that thought, and all three of them must have noticed because they chuckled and Zane affectionately petted my head. “Oh, we will, Kitten. Don’t worry.”
I moaned around his cock, then whimpered as Jorik sucked hard on my clit.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with everything going on around me, to me, and in anticipation of what was to come.
Rix released my nipples and gently pried my hand from his cock before he stood up and went to the kitchen, returning seconds later and bringing with him the sweet and familiar scent of coconut oil.
He didn’t need to wait for Zane’s further instruction and scooped out some of the white, buttery oil, then gently slathered it over my puckering hole, pushing one finger, then two inside and stretching me.
Combined with Jorik’s tongue on my clit and his fingers inside me, I was unable to refrain any longer, and I let go, allowing the orgasm to crash into me like the waves on the rocks down at the shoreline.
My body tensed, my pussy spasmed, and my jaw locked around Zane’s cock as the climax pulsed through me, each throb getting bigger and more intense, reaching further out into my extremities from my center until my fingertips tingled and my toes curled.
Heat pooled in my belly, and my pulsed raced.
This was my addiction. These three men were my drug, and no way in hell was I ever going to give them up.
“That’s our girl,” Zane purred above me, pulling my head away a little so I wasn’t choking on his cock—not that I minded. “Fuck, Kitten, you come so beautifully. Your whole body flushes with color, and that scent …” He inhaled deeply. “Nothing better than the scent of you after a climax.”
I trembled and fought the urge to preen from his praise. But I did smile around his shaft.
When the waves began to recede, collecting back in my center, my muscles relaxed and a contented sigh escaped through my nose. Jorik pulled his fingers free of me. So did Rix, but Zane held me by the hair and continued to fuck my mouth until he grunted, paused and began to pour his hot seed down my throat.
I gulped and swallowed it all, pushing my face down into his lap further so I could take all of him. That just caused a slew of profanities and appeals to deities to spill from his lips. Followed by “such a fucking good girl,” which made my back straighten and pride surge through me.
He released my hair, and when I was sure he was done, I sat back on my heels and grinned at him. His gray eyes sparkled in the candlelight, and he cupped my jaw and gruffly dragged me up until he could crush his mouth to mine, shoving every last molecule of oxygen from my lungs. Zane was made of fire and depth like I’d never encountered before. Unlike Rix and Jorik, he didn’t communicate easily with words, didn’t know how to express himself or his emotions. But I understood him loud and clear right now.
Emotions he didn’t know how to handle, let alone say, flowed through him into me. Pain and guilt, desire and confusion. Anger and longing.
But it was the pain that I felt more than anything else. It filled every spare crevice. Pain over the loss of Chance—however that had happened—over having to protect his brothers, and now, over not knowing whether he could trust me or not.
