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“Hands above your head,” I reminded Benedict.
He raised his hands behind his head, and I took a moment to admire the sight of the man splayed out on the couch before me. The hard muscles of his chest and abdomen clenched as I traced my fingers over them.
He wanted to move. He wanted to grab me, but he didn’t. I took pity on him and offered my hand. “To the bedroom.”
He shot off the couch and scooped me up, bridal style. I couldn’t stop giggling as James and Ibrahim scrambled to beat us there.
They chose my bedroom. Of course they did. Benedict laid me out on the bed, gently, as if I’d shatter into pieces if he moved me with too much force.
James immediately took a breast into his mouth, then pulled back, narrowing his eyes. I scraped my fingers along his scalp, pulling him back down. “Mark me too, James, please. I’m yours.”
Ibrahim took my other breast in his hand, teasing the nipple, his face thoughtful. “Do you like that, Piper, the idea that we’ve dirtied up your perfect skin to show the world you belong to us?”
I moaned, the feel of their hands sliding over my skin overwhelming my capacity for coherent thought.
Ibrahim pinched hard, bringing me back to the present as pain and then intense pleasure flashed through me. “Do you like the marks, Piper?”
“Yes, Ibrahim, I love them,” I gasped. “Mark me, please.”
The intensity of his gaze cut right through me. He brought his mouth to my breast and nibbled with his teeth. I moaned and thrashed at the marvelous combination of pain and pleasure shooting through me as my men did exactly as I asked.
James moved down the bed, licking and nibbling down my stomach and thighs until he attached himself to my clit. A climax roared through me before I even realized what was happening. He poked his head up with a satisfied smile. “James, I need you inside me, please.”
He dragged me to the edge of the bed, heedless that he was also dragging me out of the arms of Benedict and Ibrahim. Once he positioned me exactly how he wanted, he plunged into me, not bothering to slide in gently and give me time to adjust. I cried out, the feeling of fullness, of rightness, almost too much for me in that moment.
Ibrahim scrambled off the bed and stood behind James, a question in his eyes.
“Yes,” I breathed, and he dripped lube down James’ back. James paused his movements briefly, and then continued to plunge in and out of me, driving me toward another climax.
He stuttered to a stop and moaned. Ibrahim held one hand on James’ hip, the other on his shoulder. He stroked James’ hair, whispering in his ear, and James melted against him, pulling back from me.
When I protested, Ibrahim grinned at me over James’ shoulder, and plunged into James, driving him forward into me with a snap. Benedict reached between us and flicked my clit and I lost my ability to think, my ability to do anything but whine and writhe on the bed.
Soon, I was screaming and crying my release. They didn’t slow their rhythm, continuing to pound into me at a furious pace, drawing out my pleasure and pushing me higher and higher.
I blinked, and Benedict was kneeling at my head. I opened my mouth, inviting him in, and he ran his fingers through my hair. “Fucking amazing, princess,” he whispered as I took him inside of me, running my tongue along his length. I reached my hands up, wrapping them around his thick thighs to hold him in place. I did my best to take him deep into my throat, but lost myself in the ecstasy of their movements.
Above me, Benedict watched Ibrahim pound into James and me. He bent and drew James’ head toward him for a sloppy kiss. God, I loved them. I had to tell them I loved them, but couldn’t quite get the words out with Benedict’s cock pounding my throat. And then I couldn’t think at all as he pulled out of me and spattered cum all over my face and chest.
“Oh, fucking perfect, Piper,” he murmured, “Letting me mark you however I fucking want.”
James increased his rhythm, or Ibrahim did, and pleasure exploded through me once again, sending my limbs shaking and seizing as I keened through my release. James shouted, spurting thick ropes of his climax into me, then collapsing on my chest. Ibrahim dropped into the bed beside us, a giant smile on his face as he peppered the two of us with gentle kisses.
Benedict dragged me out from my prone position under James, until I was curled in his lap, his back against the headboard.
He held his hand out imperiously, and Ibrahim tossed him a towel, while James remained where he’d crashed.
Benedict wiped his mess off my face and chest, then kissed me. “I love you, Piper, and I am never letting you go again.”
Ibrahim sat beside us, leaning his head on Benedict’s shoulder. “I love you too, sweetheart. You’re stuck with us for life.”
James croaked something from the end of the bed. “I think he’s trying to agree with us,” Benedict said, his usual sardonic amusement returning in force.
“I love you too, all three of you,” I whispered, accepting the bottle of water that Ibrahim foisted on me, even though all I wanted was to close my eyes and curl up to my lovers.
“Then it’s settled,” Benedict said, tension melting out of his shoulders. “You’re never leaving us again.”
“Never,” I murmured, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep in the safety of his arms.
