That was all the invitation Grant needed. His hands roamed my body as he kissed me, caressing, cupping, pinching, and I felt my spine arch with pleasure when his hands finally found the place where I wanted him, needed him. Gently, he circled my clit with his fingertip, his teeth nipping at the base of my neck.
“You’re so sensitive,” he whispered in my ear. He pulled back a little. “I need to be inside you.”
I moaned. “Yes.” I felt him at my entrance, stretching me as he claimed me, and I nearly wept with relief. For a while, I had thought I would never have this again.
Our bodies moved together as one, our cries of pleasure mingling as we moved toward our release. Lost in the sensation of it, I almost didn’t notice when the van door swung open, revealing the rest of the band.
Their eyes fell on me, on my body laid bare as Grant fucked me, my head thrown back in pleasure. I felt my heart swell as I took in their faces; I had worried I would never see them again, that Valentina would reach them before me, but here they were, watching me with hungry eyes. The open desire on their faces sent me over the edge, and I came hard on Grant’s cock, my gaze roaming over each of their faces as I came.
As the last shudder of my orgasm passed, I looked to Grant. I knew from our previous night together that unlike the others, he didn’t like to share. He had watched while I fucked the others, but he hadn’t joined in, had pulled away when Saul had touched me. I didn’t want him to pull away again.
Instead, to my surprise, Grant nodded to them. “Join us?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost hesitant. The others looked to me, and I felt a broad smile break across my face.
“Please,” I said. “I want all of you.”
Howie was the first to touch me, leaning in to kiss me as his hand stroked down my body, playing with my clit as Grant stroked in and out. I moaned, the mix of sensations driving me wild.
The others approached as one, undressing quickly, shirts and pants quickly cast aside and forgotten. I noticed that they all bore marks like Grant’s: cuts and dark, angry bruises. My heart ached at the pain they must have experienced, and I longed to ask what had happened. But I restrained myself; there would be time for that later. Right now, in this moment, I just wanted to enjoy finally having all seven of my men together, at once.
Grant withdrew from me and pulled me to my knees, facing the others, my back pressed against his chest. He entered me suddenly, wrenching a little scream of surprise and pleasure from my throat. Lester approached me, his cock already hard, followed by Jason and Saul. Lester took a fistful of my hair, lowering my face to his cock, and Grant fucked me from behind while I sucked Lester’s cock, my hands working up and down Jason and Saul’s shafts.
I lost track of whose body was where, lost myself to the pleasure of their touch. I was vaguely aware when Grant came with a shout, spilling his seed inside me at the same time Lester came in my mouth. Darren took Grant’s place at my pussy, and Howie took hold of the back of my head, easing my mouth down over his hard cock. The others murmured words of encouragement, their hands everywhere on my body, telling me how beautiful I looked with a cock in my mouth, in my pussy.
I felt like I was drowning in sensation, in pleasure. It should have been overwhelming, to have so many men, so many feelings, so much stimulation, but instead I felt . . . at peace. Like I was where I was meant to be, with the men I was supposed to be with. I came over and over, their cocks and hands and mouth wringing orgasm after orgasm from my body.
When Lester took hold of Chris’s cock and eased it inside me, I came almost immediately, the sight of his hand on Chris’s cock, stretching me to take every inch of him, was too much to bear. Chris groaned as my pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Come for me. Christ, that feels so good.” Lester’s fingers danced over my clit, drawing out my orgasm until it was almost too much.
Jason fucked me from behind, holding me upright so that my body was spread out, on display to the others as he spread the lips of my pussy with his fingers, his thumb rubbing over my clit. It should have felt dirty, demeaning, but instead I felt powerful. I loved the way the men watched me, could almost feel their gazes like touches on my skin, as Jason slid in and out of me, one hand kneading my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple, the other sliding over my clit. My back arched against him, and I came with a scream, Jason following not far behind. I slumped bonelessly in his arms, barely aware when he passed me over to Saul.