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If someone was to tell me a few months ago, I would be falling for not one but four men, I would have suggested they get help. But being forced to face thoughts of a life without them when Adrian left me in Mexico made me realize these men belong in my life. We fit perfectly together, sure there are some issues, like any relationship. We’ve had little time yet to just be, to explore our connection with one another. But who knows, maybe that’s drawn us closer than we would’ve been without all the attacks and drama. Showing us what truly matters without all the egos and pride.
My heart finally feels at peace now that Mateo has begun opening up and revealed the reason for his strange behavior. Hope flutters in my chest now that the final weight has been lifted.
“I wasn’t going to say anything, but, you did call us your family,” Adrian teases, his lips lowering to my neck with each word, the soft caress of his breath tickling against the sensitive skin. Heat rushes to my cheeks, but before I can form a response, he finally makes contact with my skin, forcing my face back to Kyros as he kisses his way up the long line of my neck. I groan, tipping my head back at his touch and closing my eyes. Adrian’s chuckle brushes against my skin, his lips curving up in a self-satisfied grin.
“You are my family,” I whisper, finally remembering that I probably should respond despite the pleasure washing over me.
“And you’re ours,” Kyros says, using his hand still tangled in my damp locks to tilt my head up, my eyelids fluttering open to meet his gaze. My breath catches in my throat at the fierceness in his normally soft, curious, intelligent eyes a moment before his mouth finds mine.
He tips my head back, and I groan against his lips, my own parting enough for his tongue to dip between them. He moves fervently against me, his tongue caressing mine, working my desire even higher.
Adrian’s hand slides down my stomach one excruciating inch at a time, ratcheting up my anticipation with each moment he pauses. He draws closer and closer to where I want him—no need him. I need to feel his thick fingers pushing into me, swirling around my clit. I groan into Kyros’ mouth at the thought, his tongue still caressing mine in long toe-curling strokes. The kiss is passionate and hungry, yet his movements are languid, as though we have all the time in the world.
I will my heart back to a normal pace. We don’t have anywhere to go today, and I need this—to relax into them, let them take control, let all thoughts flee my mind. The only thing I should focus on is the pleasure they’re drawing out of me with each stroke, each kiss.
Adrian’s fingers finally find my pubic bone, and I hold my breath, my core growing wetter as my imagination floods my mind with thoughts of what will happen when he finally stops teasing me.
When his fingers slide against my already wet folds, I sigh a breath of relief. My whole body loses the tension I hadn’t even realized it had been radiating with. Adrian huffs a breath of amusement against my neck as his fingers swirl over my clit, eliciting a gasp. Kyros greedily swallows the noise, kissing me harder than before.
“Clothes … too many clothes,” I breathe, moving my mouth away from Kyros’ for a moment before I’m drawn back with an almost magnetic force. I itch to pull at the impeding pieces of material, but I don’t want to lose this feeling.
My hand cools as Adrian slides his own out of my grip, but I immediately take comfort in the fact that he’s only moving that one. His other hand still alternates between stroking inside of me and sliding against my clit. My knees grow weak with each thrust of his deft fingers. He only removes it for a second to slip his T-shirt off, his fingers returning to my soaked core a moment later.
The rough fabric of his jeans slides down his legs, brushing against the back of my thighs before he steps out of them. His cock presses against my back due to our height difference, and I can tell he’s already hard and ready for me, as he grinds against me. Clearly needing to feel the friction of my skin against him just as much as I need to feel his.
Kyros moves his lips from mine, to my dismay, and an unbidden whimper of protest falls from my mouth at the loss of contact. His hand slides out of my hair as he moves back. There isn’t a triumphant look as he retreats though—no, his honey-brown eyes are as desperate as I’m sure my own are as he hurriedly unbuttons his shirt, sliding it off his lean, sculpted shoulders.
“We should take this to the bed,” Adrian whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine at the hot caress of his breath. I nod emphatically, craving more than just his fingers inside me. He huffs a breath of amusement and Kyros watches me hungrily, taking in the full scene as Adrian’s fingers rub faster on my clit, coaxing a moan from my swollen lips.
Kyros reaches down, fisting his already hard cock in his hand as he watches us. Stroking it in time with Adrian as his fingers switch to pushing inside my soaked pussy. His other hand slides up my side to the curve of my breast. He wastes no time finding my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and causing me to inhale sharply at the added pleasure.
Adrian continues his movements, apparently content to take his time now that his actions are not only teasing me but Kyros too.
“Adrian,” I groan, needing to feel both of their skin again. My eyes trail over Kyros, still stroking himself, but my fingers itch to take over for him, to feel the smooth skin of his cock against my own, to be the reason for his small gasps of pleasure.
“Fine,” Adrian concedes, leading me over to the bed. He wastes no time, positioning me where he wants me atop the bed. Guiding me to rest on my hands and knees, with my face at the edge of the bed. I follow his lead, seeing as he’s never steered me wrong before. He knows how to drag out every ounce of pleasure from my body.
I can tell Adrian moves behind me from the dip in the bed, and I hold my breath in anticipation, expecting to feel the hard press of his length against my entrance. Instead, the corded muscles of his arms wrap around my thighs, widening my legs and pulling my hips back into the hot press of his mouth. I moan as his tongue devours me from behind, eating me like I’m his favorite fucking dessert.
“You’re so fucking sweet, angel,” he groans, the sounds causing his mouth to vibrate against my core. “You’ll always be my favorite fucking dessert.” I stiffen at his words, wondering if he somehow read my mind before remembering his words at the restaurant in Santorini before he ate me out the first time. I chuckle at the shared memory until he stiffens his tongue and thrusts it into me, drawing gasps from my mouth as warm waves of pleasure wash over me.
Kyros catches my attention, drawing my focus from Adrian’s movements. He stands before me, still rubbing himself as he watches Adrian’s face pressed against my pussy.
“Please, Kyros,” I beg, drawing his attention back to my face. His cheeks redden, clearly lost in the moment. I reach out a hand to him.
To my delight, he obliges, standing before me, his cock now leveled perfectly with my mouth. I bite my lip as I focus in on the bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock. My tongue begging to swipe across it.
Balancing myself on one hand, I take his length into my other palm. I rub down his cock, and feel it pulse and thicken with my touch. I guide the head towards me, peering up at him from beneath my lashes to watch his reactions as my tongue swipes across his engorged flesh. The salty bead of pre-cum hits my taste buds. A shudder runs over his entire body, making my lips pull up into a self-satisfied grin.
“Liv,” he groans, one hand fisting into my hair, angling my head to meet his eyes fully. The hunger and desperation are evident in their honey-brown depths. “Be a good girl and suck my cock, sweetheart.”
Shivers of desire run up my spine at his words. Well, how can I say no when he asked so politely?
I fist the base of his cock and guide the head past my lips. His eyes shutter and he throws his head back. I pull as much of him as I can into my mouth, sucking on his pulsing length.
Adrian’s tongue continues thrusting inside of me, and my breathing becomes more and more ragged with every stroke. Euphoria rushes through my body as Adrian works me up to that peak, and an earth-shattering orgasm racks my body. My heart pounds as he continues on, working me through my climax, readying me for another one. I moan around Kyros’ cock, the sound vibrating over him, as I attempt to keep up a steady pace despite the urge to cry out Adrian’s name.
My head bobs back and forth on his length, urged by the groans of pleasure escaping. The movement causes me to press my pussy back into Adrian’s face, and his growl vibrates through me, but to my dismay, he moves his mouth away.
