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His tattooed arms swept me up and carried me to the bed. There was no foreplay. No stalling or waiting around. Silas flipped me over and shoved my face into the nearest pillow, while grabbing my hips and pulling me back against his hard, rippled abdomen.
Oh my G—
I was bent at the waist, my ass high in the air. And then suddenly I was groaning. Moaning. Crying tears of joy into the pillow as he filled me from behind, entering me with such authority and ferocity there was no doubt in the world that I one-hundred percent belonged to him.
No, not just him.
I screamed as he began plowing away. The screams were pure pleasure.
You belong toallof them.
It was the perfect height, the perfect angle. My body felt perfectly amazing in his strong, capable hands.
You’re theirs now.
The thoughts were wild and random, yet absurdly thrilling. All my life I’d been fiercely independent. I’d never once relied on a man for anything. Yet there was a satisfaction in being so thoroughly possessed. A twisted joy in such sweet, voluntary surrender.
I found that Iwantedto be theirs. Not just sexually. Not just for the moment, either. I could envision myselfwiththese men, forming a life with them. Taking care of their needs. Allowing them the happiness of taking care of mine.
“FUCK…”
Silas’s grunt stole my attention backward, to where he was enjoying my body in ways it had never been enjoyed before. Our identical eyes locked, and a connection was formed. It was highly spiritual. Almost religious, even. Totally transcendent of the act of our savage, yet beautiful union.
Or maybe, I realized through my endorphin-fueled haze… that connection had already been there for quite some time.
I squeezed the sheets in my fists as Silas rammed himself home one last time, unloading himself with a barbaric roar. As he splashed my insides with his warm, wonderful seed, I pulsed around him in a series of uncontrolled contractions. Lost together in orgasmic bliss, neither one of us looked away.
Uh oh.
I knew it the moment it happened. Right down to the millisecond my lust took a back seat and the actual feelings took over.
You’re in trouble.
Silas eventually faded back and I slid forward on the bed, lolling sideways and stretching my arms high overhead. I was happier than I’d been in my life. Wholly contented. Full of warmth and feelings and oh so much more.
“Hey…”
A hand touched my face. Gently it guided me upward, until my lips were pressing against another warm, wet mouth.
“My turn again.”
Cody kissed me so deeply it took my breath away, just as I’d managed to regain it. He was fresh and clean from his own shower now — his body even warmer than Silas’s. He rolled me onto my back, somehow without breaking our kiss. As he nudged my thighs apart, I welcomed him in with my heels.
“Ohhhhhh…FUCKyes.”
He pinned my wrists to the bed as he entered me, hissing his intense pleasure into my open mouth. Unbelievably he was already hard. Engorged and swollen from watching me with his friend, and that part aroused me even more.
For the next hour or so, everything moved with a sensual slowness that made me dizzy and delirious with want. Maybe it’s because it was late, or because they were tired, or because each of them had already come so fully inside me. Or maybe they just wanted an emotional connection to go with the physical one, and to enjoy me on a more spiritual level.
I held out some hope on that one, because it sure was the case for me.
Whatever it was I absolutely loved it, lying between them in the semi-darkness. Holding and kissing each of them as they took turns on me, alternating between kissing and playing with my body or screwing me deep into the softness of the hotel bed.
Until dawn we never shifted, never even changed positions. I clawed the supple flesh of their churning asses each time they drove me to my next toe-curling climax, and clutched them even more tightly against my chest as, one by one, they spent themselves inside me.
By the time the sun came up our bodies were thoroughly exhausted, our eyelids heavy. One of the boys left the bed just long enough to pull the blackout curtains, and moments later I was slumbering deeply and contentedly in a warm pile of delectable man-flesh.
Forty-Two
