My mind skitters, my heart races, my blood rushes in my ears like the wind before a hurricane. Am I going to lose my virginity tonight? Will I say yes, and who will take it?
Too many questions fill my mind until Sawyer drops to his knees and kisses my navel and moves lower, nuzzling his face between my legs and using his big hands to urge me to widen my stance. When his tongue flicks my clit, my legs go to jelly, but Cary and Colt are behind me, using their strong arms to support me.
“Lay on the bed, Melanie,” Cash says. “Relax. Let us please you.”
It’s such a simple and blissful request, but even so, I blush hard.
It would be easier to crawl into the center of the bed, but I’m not in that place of confidence yet, so I sit on the edge and shuffle backward until my head is on the pillow. The Bradfords take that time to begin to remove their clothes until they are all naked from the waist up. Jeans are unbuttoned but not removed. Scott goes as far as unbuttoning his shirt, but something stops him from going further.
Cash lies next to me, his hand caressing my cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he says.
His kiss is like honey on my lips. His hand that plays with my hair and then moves lower to tease my nipple is feather-soft. His fingers slide down the center of my stomach, hesitating to go lower. I kiss him, trying to tell him it’s okay, wanting him to go further, and he does. That first stroke of his fingers through the soft hair at the apex of my thighs is bliss. Anticipation builds. Eyes are watching. I ease my legs apart, and a hand at my ankle finishes the job.
Cash touches me, and I close my eyes, drifting into the pleasure. Kisses pepper my thighs, hands stroke my arms, my breasts, my belly, searching and mapping all the hills and valleys of my body. The heat of a mouth replaces Cash’s fingers, and I moan as it sucks my clit, the tongue sliding through my folds and over my entrance. The pressure there is different. It’s less about immediate sensation and more about a longing for more.
Is craving to be filled something that’s normal?
Is a hunger for the weight and size of a man above me a thing that other women experience?
My hands grip the comforter, my mind drifting into fantasies of Cash settling between my legs, using his big cock to stretch me open, the look in his eyes when he’s all the way in. Deep. Deep. My knees draw up, the pleasure spreading. Fingers tug at my nipples, pleasure, and pain that trips a switch between my legs, and when I come, my back arches, stomach rippling with contractions.
Oh God.
I’m addicted to this feeling; the bright white light that shatters behind my eyes, the balloon that inflates in my mind, the deep low thud of my heart.
I’m addicted to the low rumble of male approval at my reaction and knowing that there could be so much more.
One man can get tired, but five men? Five can give and give and leave the receiving part until so much later.
“My turn,” a voice says, and the bed shifts. I don’t look at who’s leaving and who’s taking their place. My mind doesn’t care, and my body is greedy for more. This mouth is rougher, sucking harder, flicking my clit with the point of a rigid tongue. I’m so sensitive that I flinch, but it feels good. So good. My hand slides down into soft hair, gripping for a feeling of control.
“She likes it.”
“Yeah, she does,” Cash says proudly. I feel as though he’s showing me off like a favorite toy that he’s proud of.
“How much can she take?” someone asks.
“Who knows?” he says.
Who knows indeed! Not me. I have no idea how much pleasure I can take. No idea when it will feel too much or when my body will push back. Right now my pussy is like an everlasting ice cream sundae. Wetness trickles between the cheeks of my ass onto the sheets below, but I don’t care. All I want is more. More. More.
“Can I use my fingers?”
Fingers. I blink, looking down and finding Colt smiling up at me. His lips are wet with my arousal, his eyes blazing heat through the storm-cloud gray irises.
“She’s had nothing inside of her before,” Cash says. Turning to me, he asks, “Is it okay?”
I nod, breathless and dazed. Fingers can fill me. Fingers can take away the ache, but fingers will breach a place that’s never been breached before. There’s no going back once that’s done.
Five sets of eyes watch as Colt sucks his finger into his mouth, wetting it before he puts it between my legs. I’m pretty sure I’m wet enough down there, but at least he’s prepared. He strokes a circle around my entrance, teasing until I push against my feet to raise my hips off the bed. When he finally pushes inside me, I gasp.