Ridge places open-mouthed kisses on my neck as Archer begins to fuck me, setting a slow and steady rhythm. Dare buries his face in my chest, nuzzling and licking my breasts, and Trystan…
Trystan’s hand slides down the flat plane of my stomach.
I gasp when I realize what he’s doing. His fingertips brush against my clit, so close to where Archer is sliding in and out of me, and my core clenches instinctively.
“Fuck.” Archer groans. His gaze flicks up to Trystan’s face. “I think she likes that.”
Trystan turns his head to catch my gaze, his turquoise eyes burning with desire. “Do you like it? You want more?”
I nod fervently, clinging to Ridge as the men support me between them.
I’m literally being held up by my mates, at their mercy entirely as they touch me, caress me—worship me.
Trystan watches my face carefully as he circles my clit with two fingers, matching his rhythm to the tempo of Archer’s strokes. Pleasure builds up inside me like steam gathering in a closed pot, and when Dare clamps one nipple between his teeth and tugs on it, I arch suddenly, crying out.
Ridge captures the sound in a kiss, and all four men keep up their delicious torture as they push me higher and higher. Trystan must be reading and cataloging every expression on my face, because he adjusts his movements as I react, figuring out what makes me squirm and what makes me moan.
The feeling of Archer’s cock filling me on every stroke is only made better by the knowledge that all of us can see it. My mates are watching him fuck me, helping him drive me crazy as he does, and I don’t know how I haven’t spontaneously combusted from the pleasure yet.
As if to prove how close I am to doing just that, Trystan pinches my clit lightly between two fingers. I let out a naked cry as an electric bolt of sensation tears through my body, pain bursting into a starburst of pleasure that spreads out all the way to my fingertips. The orgasm rushes over me with such force that I’m grateful all four of them have their hands on me to keep me from flying apart.
“Fuck. Oh fuck, Sable, you’re squeezing my cock so tight.” Archer’s voice is thick with arousal as he slows his strokes, grinding his hips against mine every time he buries himself inside me.
He’s breathing hard, and a light sheen of sweat glints on his skin as he readjusts his grip on my knees. He glances at Trystan, his eyes dark.
“Make her come again.”
Trystan’s low chuckle in response is almost enough to do the trick in itself. His fingers start moving again, circling my clit faster as Archer begins to fuck me in earnest. Ridge and Dare hold me up, supporting my weight as they devour every bit of my skin they can reach, and the feel of Archer beginning to lose control makes heat pool low in my belly.
Every time he picks up his pace, Trystan matches him, his fingers gliding over my slippery clit.
“Oh God, please…” I can barely form words as they push me toward the edge again. “Please. I’m gonna… Yes. Yes.”
Ridge lets out a growl as my back arches and pleasure shoots through me. I can feel the sound vibrate in his chest behind me, the deeper noise mingling with my breathy whimper. Trystan works me through my release, only slowing his fingers when I begin to sag between them all, my muscles going lax.
Archer is as tense as a bowstring though, his entire body practically trembling with the effort of holding back. When I look up at him, his nostrils are flaring as he draws in breaths through his nose, his jaw set tight.
“One more?” His voice is low and rough. “Do you have one more in you?”
I nod. With the way he’s moving inside me and the way all the men are touching me, feeding me pleasure in an endless loop, I’m pretty sure I have more than one orgasm left in me. I feel like I could keep coming and coming until I’m nothing but a boneless, sated heap.
Archer nods, his gaze flicking over the four of us like he’s cataloging what each of my other mates is doing to me. The sight must turn him on, because his cock pulses inside me, and he stills for a moment, groaning. Then he glances at Trystan, who’s fingers still rest lightly on my clit. “I’m not gonna last long.”
“Challenge accepted.” Trystan chuckles again, but there’s something about the roughness of it that makes me think he’s just about as far gone as Archer is.
My blond-haired mate starts moving again, pitching his hips forward as he holds my legs up, his arms loops under my knees. Every single thrust is hard and deep, making my whole body rock with the force of them. But Trystan moves with me, keeping his fingers right where I need them as he pushes me toward a third orgasm.
Archer’s lips are pressed tightly together, and as my breath catches in my throat, I watch a small bead of sweat trail down his temple.
He’s waiting for me, holding out for as long as he can so he can feel me come around him again.
That thought, and the relentless pressure of Trystan’s talented fingers, make me shudder as warmth crests inside me again. Ridge bites my earlobe, and when Dare lifts his head from my breasts and kisses me, I writhe and buck in their hold as I come hard again.
“Fuck!”
Archer shouts a curse as he pistons into me, then stops and groans out his release. His hips grind against mine as he spills inside me, and then he slowly sinks back on his heels.
For a few long moments, I don’t even try to move. I don’t try to speak. I don’t think I could do either very well right now, so I
