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My breath caught in my throat as Ry reappeared at the doorway, holding a clear bottle. “Flynn, catch,” he called and tossed it, stepping back the way he came.
Before he crossed the threshold, I grasped his arm.
If Ry wanted to, he could easily pull away, but he didn’t move. He didn’t even breathe.
“Be with us,” I begged.
He exhaled and let me slip my hand into his. He was connected to us, a part of what we were becoming.
Tristan plunged another finger inside me, and I cried out, pinching my nipple harder with my free hand and rocking my hips as I rode his face. My skin was buzzing, my clit throbbing as Tristan worked me over. I was on the edge, struggling to keep my eyes open, but I wouldn’t miss the feast of debauchery before me for the world.
Tristan twisted his fingers inside me, lighting me up, and Ry squeezed my hand. Our gazes clashed, but Ry looked away quickly, his eyes dropping to my tits. He licked his lips, and I watched as he used every ounce of willpower he possessed not to latch onto me. But then he turned to Flynn and Ezra, and he grimaced. His expression said one thing, but he’d gripped his cock tight, his body reacting in a way his mind perhaps wasn’t ready to do. The decadent scene before me—Flynn’s arse stretched around Ezra’s fingers and his cock down my boy scout police officer’s throat—sent me hurtling over the edge. I cried out, riding the wave of ecstasy as it crashed into me like a tsunami.
Fireworks lit up behind my closed eyelids until I forced them open, needing to see my men before me, the five of us together, even if Ry wasn’t naked and slaking his lust with us.
Ezra swiped up the lube bottle that had fallen to the floor, coating his fingers in slip before stuffing Flynn with a third digit.
Flynn shouted out, his cock an angry red as he alternated pushing his hips back onto Ezra’s fingers and pumping forward into his throat.
“Talk to me, Zali,” Tristan growled, setting off another shockwave in me, my cunt clenching hard again and trying to keep Tristan’s fingers deep inside me.
“Flynn’s body was made for fucking. He’s taking three fingers now. Ezra’s licking his cock like a fucking lollipop and sucking him so deep.”
“Want to feel everything,” Flynn gasped, his fingers curling around the base of his cock and squeezing as he withdrew from Ezra’s mouth.
Ezra’s lips were swollen, his hard cock tenting his ripped jeans. Flynn tugged Ezra to his feet and tore his white shirt straight down the front, sending buttons pinging left and right. He yanked at his jeans too, pulling them down to his knees before shoving Ezra backward onto the couch. “Coat yourself. I need you inside me.”
Ezra did as he was told but grasped Flynn’s hips, stopping him when Flynn went to straddle him. “Turn around. Let them see how much you love me being balls deep in you,” Ezra purred.
Flynn hissed, gripping his cock tighter and pulling his balls away from his body.
“You want my cock in your virgin arse, don’t you, gorgeous boy?” Ezra purred.
“I do,” he admitted, straddling Ezra’s legs and bending enough that Ezra would have had the perfect view of his hole. “My hole is yours. You’ll be my only.” The words were spoken to Ezra, but I didn’t miss the way Flynn glanced at Ry as he said them. He wanted Ry just as much as I did.
I tugged Tristan’s face away from my cunt. “Watch them,” I murmured, and Ezra gripped Flynn’s hips and pushed his cheeks open all the way.
He pulled Flynn back before feasting on his hole, spearing his tongue inside and moaning. Flynn cried out, jerking himself off as he dripped pre-cum onto the floor.
Ezra’s cock was an angry red, the veins pulsing and pre-cum pooling at the tip before dripping down. I wanted a taste. So did Tristan if the way he moaned and gripped his dick through his pants was any indication.
Ezra pushed Flynn away, sucking in a breath before he guided Flynn down to his dick, reverse cowgirl style. Flynn sank down too quickly, crying out as Ezra’s cock stretched him. I loved that part, that moment of being split open, stretched beyond what my arsehole was used to. But I loved the bite of pain too.
Flynn’s dick softened a little, and Tristan shifted, crawling over to them and dipping his head. He sucked Flynn’s half-hard shaft deep, and my boy cried out, his body battling between pushing into Tristan’s mouth and sinking onto Ezra’s cock.
Flynn arched back, leaning against Ezra as he rolled his hips, slowly lowering himself with every roll. I gripped Ry tighter and slid my free hand down to my cunt. I was sensitive. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had in a single day, how many times I’d had a different dick inside me.
But I fucking loved it, and I still wanted more.
Variety was the spice of life and all that.
The only thing that could improve the whole scene before me was if I was filled by one of my guys. Tristan and Ry were both wearing too many clothes, and I wanted them naked as well. Though there was something undeniably sexy about having the two most dominant men between us remain dressed while we were all stripped bare.
Tristan released Flynn’s dick with a pop and palmed himself. “Fuck me, that’s sexy. Watching your tight little hole get stretched around a dick for the first time is in-fucking-credible.”
Ry sucked in a breath, and I flicked my eyes toward him, watching as he rubbed his dick through his jeans. “Need some help?” I offered.
“No,” he grumbled.
