“I love the way you moan,” Raphael said as he watched us.
As if spurred by Flynn’s example, the other two shed their clothes faster. Then Raphael was on my other side and there were two different hands on my breasts. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever imagined. The hands felt different, and they caressed me with different levels of intensity and speed. My hips ground against the mattress as I moaned against Flynn’s mouth.
“Easy,” Spencer said, climbing onto the bed and putting his hand on my cast. But there was somewhere else I wanted his hand, and I bent my good leg, pointing my toe and sliding my bare foot up and down the cool sheets. “Okay,” he said with a sexy chuckle as he took the hint and stroked my bare thigh.
Oh, god. This was the moment I’d been anticipating for weeks. Months, even. It had been something I’d been curious about ever since I met Kylie and learned what kind of relationship she had with Mason and his friends. I’d always wondered what it would feel like to have so many hands on me, and now I knew.
It felt amazing.
Flynn leaned on his elbow so that he could plunge his free hand into my hair. He fisted it, using it to angle my mouth so he could deepen our kiss.
Spencer seemed to be using both of his large hands to stroke and squeeze my thigh, getting closer and closer to my core each time.
And Raphael—well, I didn’t even know where his other hand was, but it felt so damn amazing that I trusted he was putting it to good use.
I moaned again and rolled my hips. It was the only way I could handle the onslaught of pleasure.
“Stay still,” Spencer scolded, his grip firm on my thigh. “That’s your only job tonight.”
My back arched and I threw back my head as Flynn moved his talented lips to my neck. “Then what are your jobs?”
“To make you squirm,” Flynn growled, and my laugh turned into a squeal as he pinched my nipple.
“God, I could listen to you all night,” Raphael said.
“Fine, you do that,” Flynn said in his gruff voice. “But I’m going to make her come.” Then he locked eyes with his brother. “Well, we are.”
As if they’d rehearsed this, they worked in tandem. Flynn tugged the spaghetti strap of my teddy down my arm, baring my breast. He attacked it with his mouth at the same time Spencer’s hand slid up the inside of my thigh. Unconsciously, I spread my good leg wider, giving him access.
My shriek filled the air as Raphael caught my other nipple between his lips at the same time Spencer pushed my damp panties against my slit. God, if their timing was this good already, I’d be in a coma by the end of the night.
Then Flynn took things to a new level. He grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the mattress next to my head. He wasn’t gentle and I didn’t want him to be. Raphael followed his lead, and the feeling of being pinned down while these three hot men touched me however they wanted to almost pushed me over the edge.
Then Spencer’s long finger slipped past my panties and pushed inside of me, and I didn’t have a chance. His thumb brushed over my clit and within seconds, I was trembling on the precipice. Tension went from zero to a million inside me, and my limbs trembled with the sensation.
Spencer immediately put his hand on my cast to keep it still, but he didn’t stop working his long finger in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit.
God, this was the most delicious torment ever. Two men sucked on my breasts. One man stroked my clit and pushed his finger inside of me.
My wrists were pinned and there wasn’t anything I could do except to absorb the pleasure as best I could.
My breathing quickened and my head shook from side to side. I wanted to brace myself against the power of the coming orgasm, but there was nothing I could do. I was completely helpless and at their mercy.
And they Just. Didn’t. Stop.
I screamed as I came and nearly bucked Flynn and Raphael right off of me. But they held me down, and vaguely, as a shuddery orgasm tore through me, I realized that Spencer was protecting my injured leg.
God, the pleasure just kept coming. It radiated out from my core and made every cell in my body vibrate. “It’s too much,” I moaned, half meaning it and half not.
Flynn sat up after one final tug on my nipple. “Better get used to it.”
At the moment, it was hard to get used to breathing. The tension had fled my body, but aftershocks still rocked me, and I couldn’t catch my breath.