AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Benedict smiled, the slight tilt of his lips softening the harsh planes of his face as I stumbled into the bed, reaching my hand to my clit, taking my pleasure into my own hands.
“No, princess, that won’t do,” he said quietly, grasping my wrists and raising them above my head, before slipping his hand between my legs and pulling the vibrator out. “Your pleasure belongs to us tonight.” He picked me up and moved me into the center of the bed, where I lay with my legs akimbo, watching him strip.
Ibrahim dimmed the lights in the room before he and James followed us in, shedding their clothes as they walked.
I licked my lips as the three of them gazed at me from the foot of the bed, their chiseled chests bare, their cocks hard and ready for me. “Color, Piper?” Ibrahim asked, his voice reverent as he lay on one side of me, dragging his fingers up my flesh until they reached my mouth and traced my lips.
“Green. So green,” I breathed, closing my eyes and arching my back into Benedict’s touch as he settled on my other side, his fingers dancing around my breasts, never quite touching their taut peaks, teasing me with his light touch.
When James kneeled between my thighs and nipped the delicate skin on the inside, I moaned.
“Piper, I’ve been dreaming about this since I put your shoes on in the airport yesterday,” James breathed, nipping and sucking his way up my legs, pushing me open as he moved up the bed.
I couldn’t formulate a coherent response as he reached my aching core and slid his arms under my hips, lifting me and bringing my center to his devouring mouth. “James,” I moaned, trapped in his grip, unable to shift and writhe to end the intense pressure building deep in my abdomen.
“Yes, darling?” he asked, amusement tingeing his words as he speared me with his tongue.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed, lost in the sensations he created in me.
Benedict bent his head to my breast and finally, finally, took a nipple in his mouth, drawing a throaty moan from me. I reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him to me. Overcome not only with the bliss he brought but with the emotion of the moment. I felt cherished, valued, and wanted by these three incredible men.
Ibrahim noticed the change in my mood. Of course he did, sweet and generous lover that he was, and carefully pushed my hair out of my face as I thrashed on the bed. “Are you okay, love?” he asked, cupping my cheek and staring deep into my eyes.
A tear leaked down my cheek. After brushing it away with his thumb, he bent to kiss my forehead. “Too much?”
I shook my head frantically as James slid a finger into me and Benedict intensified the attention he paid to my breasts. “Never too much. Not with you all,” I swore, my words carrying more weight than I expected.
Ibrahim traced his lips over mine, then trapped my wrists in his hands on either side of my head as he deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, the need in my core sharpening as he held me still, helpless against his possessive desire. Benedict’s sharp teeth against my breast drew a grunt out of me, and Ibrahim chuckled against my mouth before tracing a path down my neck to my other breast and nipping at my nipple.
I whimpered as each of them marked me, as James had on the insides of my thighs. Pain and pleasure mingled until I couldn’t think, I couldn’t react except with the satisfaction that I’d carry their marks even after we parted ways.
“Stop thinking so hard,” Benedict murmured as James slid two fingers into me, scraping them against that spot that drove me wild.
“Think?” I gasped. “I couldn’t possibly,” I whined.
Benedict chuckled darkly. James did something with his tongue on my clit that pulled a shriek out of me, and then I was screaming as euphoria crashed through me, wave after wave of shattering bliss that started in my core and swept outward through my seizing limbs and clenched toes until it left me replete and exhausted on the bed. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath and rein in the emotions roiling through me.
When James rose from between my legs. Ibrahim wasted no time, drawing James to him in an enthusiastic embrace, their tongues twining passionately. Ibrahim licked the wet evidence of my desire covering James’ face, and I groaned, heat rising in my chest again, despite my exhausted lassitude.
Benedict captured my lips with his, pulling my attention away from the sexiness of the two men kissing beside me. He nibbled on my lower lip, nipping it just hard enough to cause an ache, and I responded by arching my back into him. While he distracted me, Ibrahim moved to the edge of the bed, sitting with his legs spread wide and his feet flat on the floor.
Benedict nudged me, and I slipped off the bed to kneel at Ibrahim’s feet, wrapping my fist around his hard length, the tip already weeping with pre-cum.
Surprised, Ibrahim chuckled. “Precious Piper, I don’t want you on your knees. I want my cock buried in you, fucking you until you can’t remember your name.”
My breath caught. He offered me a hand, and I awkwardly clambered on top of him, straddling his lap on the bed. I pushed at his chest until he laid back, and I was able to find a comfortable position on top of him, sliding my soaking and needy core up and down against his cock without taking him inside of me.
“Fuck, Piper, please,” he groaned, grasping at my hips with his hands as I slid up and down. Reveling in my newly discovered power over him, I inched forward, dangling one rosy nipple over his face. He reached up and caught it in his lips. Hot bliss shot straight to my clit as he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked on the taut bud.
A sharp smack on my ass brought me back to the present. “Stop torturing the man, Piper,” Benedict said from where he kneeled beside us. I pushed up off of Ibrahim’s chest, and Benedict reached between us, sliding a condom onto Ibrahim’s cock and guiding him into me. I didn’t recognize the agonized animal sound emanating from me as I lowered myself onto his hard length.
“Damn, Piper,” Ibrahim gasped, his wonder matching my own as we moved together.
Benedict’s slippery fingers pushed into my bottom from behind, stretching me as I adjusted to Ibrahim’s length inside of me, the pressure from both of them overwhelming me with aching need.
“Damn, Ibrahim,” I whispered right back. Every movement and twitch of his body sent bliss hurtling through me until the intensity of the physical sensations was almost too great to bear.
I gasped as Ibrahim’s cock and Benedict’s fingers moved together, perfectly synced. All I could do was moan and thrash as they expertly manipulated my body. When a third finger invaded my bottom, I winced at the burn, but the pain quickly merged with pleasure until I couldn’t tell the difference between the two.
