That’s all the invitation they need. They slide out of bed and move toward us, focus still riveted on my ass, which Linc has made sure is on full display. They’re both hard, cocks straining against the constraints of their boxer briefs—the only stitch of clothing either of them is wearing.
When they reach us, they stop on either side of Lincoln, who chooses that moment to latch onto my panties with his teeth and drag them over the curve of my ass, letting them slide down my legs to the floor. Dax and Chase groan again as the room seems to grow several degrees hotter—something that has nothing to do with the rising sun.
“Fucking hell.”
I hear Chase release a breath, and a second later, Lincoln rises to his feet behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me upright again. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, and now the two of us watch as Chase and Dax move around to stand in front of us. Chase drops to his knees, and a little thrill of anticipation runs through me as Dax steps to one side of him, finding the hem of my shirt.
Linc releases his hold on me long enough to let him tug it over my head, and then Dax lifts my right leg, draping it over his twin’s shoulder. I don’t feel unsteady for a single second as Linc’s body braces mine up and Dax supports me from the side. I could go completely boneless in their arms, and I know I wouldn’t fall.
Good thing too, because the “boneless” thing is a real possibility. I can already feel my breath coming faster as arousal surges through me.
“Morning, Low.”
Dax’s voice still has that just-woke-up rasp to it, and he turns my head to claim a kiss as his brother drags his tongue slowly up my slit. I cry out into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against Chase’s face as the tip of his tongue finds my clit, flicking back and forth in such quick motions that it makes my standing leg shake.
Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.
Trying to hold off my orgasm as long as possible, I kiss Dax with everything I have, hooking one hand around his neck while my other reaches behind me to palm Linc’s cock through his shorts.
The boy behind me grunts, like he’s trying to warn me not to start something I can’t finish. But the warning is entirely unnecessary, because I don’t plan on quitting until I feel each one of these boys come.
One of Chase’s large hands grips my waist, the other holding onto the leg that’s draped over his shoulder, and when I buck my hips against him, he responds by stiffening his tongue and driving into me. My moan of pleasure falls into Dax’s mouth, and he eats it up.
Just like his brother is eating me up.
The three of them have me completely naked in their arms, holding me up as I twist and undulate my hips, working my body against theirs.
Chase’s tongue is pushing me toward the cliff, about to send me over the edge into a blissful freewill, when another groan sounds behind me.
And this one isn’t a turned on groan, it’s just… a groan.
All four of us freeze.
Dax pulls his lips away from mine, Linc releases the spot on my neck where I’m pretty sure he just left a hickey, and Chase tilts his head to look up at me. His tongue slows its movements but doesn’t stop, slipping over and around my clit in lazy strokes. Jolts of sensation shoot through me with every lick, and I let the boys’ grip on me hold me up as I turn my head, peering around Linc to look at the sole remaining figure on the mattress.
The twins are usually early risers, springing out of bed alert and ready for action, as if they’ve been mainlining coffee in their sleep. Linc is a pretty sound sleeper, but River? He sleeps like the fucking dead. And when he wakes up, he bears an uncanny resemblance to a zombie for a few moments while he returns to the land of the living.
Still, if there’s one thing that can wake him up in a hurry, it’s this.
My gaze locks with his, and at the sight of us, his gray eyes shift from sleepy and cranky to sleepy and turned on in a heartbeat. He can’t even see all of me, but he can see enough to get a clear picture of what’s going on, and he licks his lips, propping himself up on his elbow as he watches intently.
And that’s what snaps the string holding me back. His gaze.
His gaze, Chase’s tongue, Dax’s touch, and Linc’s embrace—all of it combined is too much for me to handle, too much for me to survive.
My leg tightens around the boy kneeling in front of me, pulling him close as I come hard on his face, a slow-building orgasm that plows through me like a steamroller, leaving me gasping and panting.
Dax’s hands find my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, the sharp jab of sensation setting off a new orgasm on the tail of the first.
When it finally stops, I literally am being held up by the boys. The toes of my standing leg have curled against the hardwood floor, and all my limbs are shaking.
Chase gently sets my other foot back down. He wipes the wetness from his mouth and chin, then surges to his feet to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
This time, River’s low noise behind me is full of desire, and I pull away from Chase long enough to gasp, “Bed! Now!”
He grins and picks me up, and I lose the warm steel of Linc’s cock in my hand as I’m carried over to the large bed. As soon as my back hits the mattress, the guys are crawling up beside me, shedding their few remaining articles of clothing
