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I trace my finger over Liam's eyebrow and the tiny scar he has above, filing all the little details that make him to memory.
He kisses my mouth, soft at first, then long, slow and deep. I can feel how ready he is, the hard press of his cock nestled in the groove between my leg and hip, nudging with every slide of his tongue. I run my fingers down his spine, the indentation between the muscles of his shoulders deep and strong, and then dig my fingers into his ass to let him know I'm ready too.
Liam's hands trace my body, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Always reverential.
"Can I make a request?" Liam asks.
"Of course," I say, fascinated.
"I want you on top, Bethany. I want to see you take control. I want to watch you take what you want from me." The way he says it, smooth and feather-soft, and the way his eyes stroke over my face make my heart hurt. I know he's doing this for me, to give me the reigns to what happens next. But maybe a bit for him too, so he's sure I'm fully present and in it for the right reasons.
"Okay," I say and watch as he moves to sit against the headboard, his body so big and strong and good.
I crawl towards him until I'm straddling his lap, legs spread so wide I feel a twinge in my hips. So this is what it feels like to have him between my thighs.
"That's it," Liam says, pulling me by the hips and raising me up over his cock, hauling me forward so he can lick and suck my nipples. "Put me inside you, Bethany. I want to feel you."
I reach between my legs to hold onto his cock, stroking it against my clit, watching it probe me in the most explicit way, then I push it towards my hole and rest back just enough for him to slide inside an inch. Liam's cock is so big and hard, and I'm so swollen from wanting it that it all feels too much. I rock back and forth, trying to open myself enough to slip down, but it isn't happening, even though Callum has already opened me up. I must have shown thefrustration on my face because Liam tips my chin and tells me to relax, and kisses me sweetly to help me do just that. Using one of his hands to hold my hip tightly, he pushes himself up and me down. Another hand joins Liam from behind, and with both twins focused on the job, I'm suddenly full. When we're bone to bone, I flop against Liam, the sensations are too much, but he helps me, starting us in a slow rhythm that I eventually begin to lead. He feels so good inside me, big enough to stretch but not to hurt, and the way he pulls me against his body gives my clit enough contact to feel the possibility of another orgasm rising inside me.
Callum's hands move to my breasts, kneading them gently and pinching my nipples in time to my movements. His hands slide around my hips and over my ass, squeezing with just enough bite to hurt. Then his fingers stroke between the cheeks of my ass. I seize for a moment, but Liam pulls at my hips, urging me to keep a rhythm. I'm not sure if I like what Callum's doing. Nobody's ever touched me there before, and it feels so dirty. So forbidden. And so good. Oh god. I shouldn't like it when he presses what I think is his thumb against my taint. He flexes, pushing on and off like the beat of a heart. He follows the movement of my hips, never letting me escape his filthy attention. And I find that I don't want to escape. I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck and come and come and come until I don't know where I am or where I'm going. Until I don't care what is up and what is down.
There is so much heat between us; sweat on my upper lip and glistening above Liam's collar bones, sweat in the dip at my lower back. Liam's lips are demanding now, tongue exploring until I feel lost in the pull and push that is everywhere our bodies are connected. My orgasm sneaks up on me, rolling up as a fast swell as Callum works harder and breaches the tight ring of muscle he's been pushing against. Liam clutches my ass and squeezes as I arch my back and cry out. "That's it, that's it," he whispers in hot gusts against my neck.
I come with a high-pitched moan, and Liam follows with a growl, everything pulsing and fluttering between us. He holds himself so still as if all his muscles have seized from an overload of pleasure.
Callum waits, stroking my curves, kissing my hair until I've recovered enough to turn. His cock is so hard, and as blissed out as I am, I want to feel him come inside me too. I kiss his mouth, cupping his balls in my hand and rolling them, marveling at how heavy they are in my palm. He doesn't give me much chance to play though, before he has me on my back, cock surging inside me so hard it knocks the breath from my lungs.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," he gasps, hooking my legs over his shoulders to make the penetration deeper. I ache deep inside from where he's hammering my cervix, but I don't stop him. The desperation on his face is stark; deep lines etched between his brows and eyes clenched tight as he chases release. I'm not expecting to come again, but the power behind his hips is enough to make my pussy spasm. Fuck. I grip the sheets, body totally out of control now. Callum growls, his chest lowering on top of mine so that he can bury his face in my neck. I slip my fingers into his hair, and grip his ass, driving him faster against me. "Baby," he gasps, and I know he's nearly there.
"That's it," I say. "That's it, baby. Let it all go. Gimme everything."
He pounds into me four more times and then seizes, cock swelling deep inside me as he comes. For a moment, I wish he wasn't wearing a condom. As reckless as that would be, I've always wanted to know what it would feel like for a man to come inside me. There's something so raw and primal about the concept of being marked by semen, of feeling it leaking out and knowing that they were there and left something behind.
I don't get to feel that this time, though, but what happens next is even better.
I didn't put any thought into what it might be like after the sex. At the beach, all I could think about was allowing myself to give in to my desires without guilt. Now I'm here, lying between the best men while my sister enjoys her own wedding night, and suddenly I feel less certain.
It's not that I have regrets. I just had the best sex of my life. But how does a girl deal with this part? Are they expecting me to get up and say goodbye? I'm not experienced with casual sex, although, to be honest, this didn't feel very casual. I go to sit up, but Callum grabs me and pulls me toward him until I'm sprawled half over his chest. I feel the bed shift behind me, and then Liam's there, spooning me from behind, his hands running over my ass and hip lazily.
"Damn," Callum says after a few minutes.
"Damn," Liam whispers.
Callum tips my chin until I'm looking right into his beautiful eyes. "You were…"
"…something else," Liam finishes.
I reach behind and take hold of his hand while Callum kisses my lips gently.
"I feel like someone else," I say.
"Who?" they ask at the same time.
"Me," I say.
We're silent for a while, but it feels okay. There is not a single moment when they're not making me feel totally worshiped. It's only after my heart has slowed and my sweat has cooled that I realize I haven't felt this happy in years. And when Callum's fingers dip between my legs again, I know I'm about to get even happier.
