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A hand brushed against my nipple. Rough fingers teased the bud until it was taut. Ry. I cried out again, my back arching as I tried to pull him closer.
Hands under my arse lifted me. The covers that I’d had wrapped around me were quickly whisked away, tossed to the side of the sofa.
There was nothing between us except my guys’ clothes.
It was a problem that had an easy solution, one that could fix it in a hurry.
I reached for Tristan’s buckle, trying to tug open his belt. But Ezra was already there, flicking it open and pushing his jeans down his hips without ceremony. I moaned. Need washed over me. I wanted to taste him, for them to fill me up.
When Tristan pulled back, I chased his lips. But Ry held me tight, keeping me in place. “Fuck her face, Tris,” Ry ordered. I whimpered, my cunt clenching hard.
“I need inside you, Zee,” Flynn groaned, his voice filled with pained restraint.
Ezra shoved a travel-sized bottle of lube into Flynn’s hand. “For Ry,” he murmured. “Help get him undressed so he can fuck our girl too.”
Flynn didn’t hesitate, slipping his fingers out of me and lifting my butt back up.
I was bereft. Empty. I hated it. I wanted to be stretched. Filled. Consumed by them.
But it was a means to an end. Ry shifted his hands, brushing them against my back as he fought to undo and push down his cargo pants. I moaned when his heated skin branded me, his hard cock slapping me at the juncture of my spread legs.
It turned into a frustrated cry when Ry froze, the snick of the bottle top halting his movements.
Dicks surrounded me, but no one was touching me. Not a single one was buried inside me, and I needed that. Stat.
“When were you tested, Ry?” Flynn asked, and I groaned. I loved him and yet hated him for always checking. He’d done it three times now, and each time I’d just wanted to be fucked. But I couldn’t be mad. He was a sweetheart to look out for my welfare.
“A month ago. Got the all clear last week,” Ry rasped, and I preened.
A grin lit up Flynn’s face, and he bit his lip holding in his words. But it was as if the question was bubbling up, fizzing out of him like a Mentos in a bottle of Diet Coke. “Been planning this for a while, Ry-Ry?”
“Shut it,” he growled, and I bit my tongue, unsuccessfully stopping my grin. I managed to hold back my cheer. Barely.
Instead, I turned to Tristan and Ezra, sharing a private grin with them as Ry gave us a small insight into his psyche. But Flynn didn’t hesitate. He barked out a laugh before responding, “Lube up, Ry, and fuck our girl nice and deep.”
I shivered, want spiralling through me, and gasped as Ry gripped my hips, stopping me from trying to wriggle free of Flynn’s grip and grind against him.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breathy and dripping with need.
Ry tightened his fingers on my hips, and I heard the grind of his teeth as he fought with himself. Bugger that.
I reached for him, sliding my palm over his veiny cock and spreading the lube down his length. Ry groaned, the sound so pained that I stopped.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped, his voice as rough as sandpaper.
He let go of me, and Flynn lowered my hips so I was once more lying on Ry, who was holding his slicked-up cock so that it prodded my entrance. I slid lower, letting his cockhead press against my ring. I wanted Ry to make the next move, but I wasn’t above using dirty tactics to persuade him.
“Ry,” I pleaded.
He tilted his hips forward, breaching my arse with just his cockhead. I cried out, loving the burn. He wasn’t all the way in, and I needed him to be. I needed him to push past my resistance—the final barrier stopping him from burying himself deep. My cry was borne of frustration, desperate for all of him.
I spread my legs wide in a silent invitation to Ry—to all of them—to use me, to fuck me in any way they wanted. I was theirs. Their possession. Their fuck toy. Like Flynn had said, they owned me, body and soul. My heart was theirs too, and I needed this connection, this moment of being filled to bursting with them.
Ry growled, his teeth closing on my shoulder as his body vibrated under mine. “Fuck me, Ry,” I begged. “Own me like the others do.”
In a single motion, he slammed his hips up and pressed me down onto him, bottoming out in one smooth glide. I shouted out, my orgasm rushing at me just from the stretch of my channel around his thick cock.
Then Flynn was at my cunt, nudging my clit with his cockhead. I moaned, incoherent sounds coming from my throat as Ry withdrew and surged forward again. It was overwhelming. Their dicks set me on fire, my nerve endings electrifying and shooting bullets of bliss through me.
