When they got out of the hot tub and returned inside, there wasn’t really any question of whether they would make love again. It was late, yes, and they were too tired to go as hard as they had the first time, but they all wanted to experience that blissful connectedness again.
Ruby’s red bedroom was the largest, so they gathered in there to “wish her goodnight.” She lay in the middle of the bed, surrounded by her three handsome knights. There was no background noise now, no gasps or moans, no voices from other scenes, only their own. There was no techno music pounding away.
Steve parted Ruby’s legs and sank between them, holding her thighs open with his wide shoulders. While he licked her pussy and clit with enthusiastic skill, Ethan squeezed her neck and Jonathan sucked her nipples. She came so quickly that Steve grumbled he hadn’t had a long enough turn. Jonathan and Ethan took turns next. Jonathan, in particular, had never gone down on her because their dynamic was so caught up in his dominance and her submission. His technique was exquisite, forceful yet wonderful. As for Ethan, he loved eating pussy so much that he made her come twice.
Four orgasms, one after the other. The old Ruby would have been done, ready to turn in for the night, but Steve pulled her against his stiff cock and said, “I need to be inside you again. And this time I want your ass.”
She moaned at the possessive intensity in his voice. By now, they all understood what that particular moan of hers meant. It was a yes.
What happened then was so natural, so slow and lovely and erotic she could hardly bear it. Steve put her on her hands and knees and lubed her ass, stroking, caressing, preparing her for his thick girth. When Steve rolled on a condom, Ethan and Jonathan did too. Ethan laid under her this time, pulling her hips against his as he pushed into her. She felt so full already as she rocked on his solid length, but then Steve was pushing against her asshole.
“Yes,” she said, to convince herself this was possible again. She knew she wanted it. “Yes, please.”
Steve took his time stretching her ass open with slow, probing forays as Ethan worked her pussy. The sensation was too much, way too much, but somehow not enough. Jonathan stared from the side, watching them penetrate her and rock her between them.
In and out, hard and slow, so full, so tight. As she jerked her hips, seeking even more possession, Jonathan stood in front of her, offering his cock. She opened for him, opened wide the way he’d trained her, so she wouldn’t graze him with her teeth, only let him slide as deep and hard as he wanted to go.
Now all three of them were in her at once. A fantasy fulfilled, a fantasy she hadn’t even been sure was possible. Jonathan’s insistent face-fucking made her even hornier about getting fucked in her pussy and ass. It was so much to process, but also so much to enjoy, because she felt safe and loved even as she felt fucked up and used. It was a heady mix of an experience.
Thank God she hadn’t gone to Vegas and missed out on all this.
After a long session of sliding, sweating, and groaning, Ethan and Steve’s thrusts slowed. Ruby sucked on Jonathan’s cock like it might somehow fulfill her growing need to climax. Her body was exhausted and wanted to come, but her mind wanted them inside her forever. When Jonathan orgasmed with a low groan, grasping her hair and shoving into her mouth, tears of happiness gathered in her eyes. He started cursing at her, something he often did when she brought him off hard. She smiled and leaned into his hands when he offered them. He stroked her hair, giving her support as the other two continued thrusting into her ass and pussy.
She was so close, so close. As she rocked her hips, Ethan surged up against her, pleasuring her swollen clit. Steve slapped her ass, hard, roughly, right over her cane welts, and then reached around to squeeze her breasts. Her body was alive with the men inside her, their pure sexual energy, their forceful possession. Her ass and pussy pulsed, reaching for that grand finale. As she moaned in bliss, Jonathan grasped her neck and squeezed it, holding her gaze. She was full of them, trapped and held by them. Their bodies were all around her. They were all one.
Musicians knew how to time things, how to coalesce a moment so perfectly that it glimmered and shone. That was probably why Ruby came in a glimmering, shining orgasm as Ethan and Steve pumped their own orgasms inside her, and Jonathan squeezed her throat. Mozart had nothing on them. Bach. Beethoven. None of them were as talented alone as the four of them were together. Her guys knew her well enough to take care of her and fuck her to pieces at the same time, which was all a girl could ask for.