The others don’t stop touching me, and everywhere their hands roam, they leave trails of fire across my skin.
River’s cock nudges my entrance, and when he slides inside me, I tilt my head back, a soft sigh falling from my lips. He feels so good. So perfect.
I was empty, and now I’m full.
Everywhere.
My heart. My body. My mind.
The four kings have filled up every part of me, right down to my soul.
River thrusts hard and deep, his tempo picking up speed as he gazes down at me with eyes the color of a summer storm. But before he comes, he pulls out, breathing hard and fisting his shaft at the base. He leans down to kiss me, teasing my clit with the head of his cock before slipping back inside.
He repeats that action several more times, and every time he strokes my clit, my body shudders. A few more strokes, and I’m gone. He sees the look on my face, feels me tense up, and slips inside me again, thrusting hard as I clench around him until he comes too.
He’s out of breath as he drops his head to kiss me, muttering sweet, dirty words against my lips.
Then he’s gone, moving out of the way as Lincoln takes his place. Linc’s cock is hard as steel, and I know he can feel how turned on I am as he pumps shallowly into my pussy.
Finally, he surges forward, pulling a guttural groan from me as he starts to fuck me like it’s been months since we’ve done this instead of less than twenty-four hours.
Dax and Chase are on either side of me, breathing hard as they stroke themselves. But there’s no rule against touching, and since this time they’re close enough for me to reach them, I wrap my fingers around their cocks, brushing their hands out of the way.
“Oh, fuck, Low.” Chase moves closer so I don’t have strain to reach, his voice a tight whisper.
“Fuck,” Dax echoes, the sound so raw and primal that it makes me stroke them harder.
Lincoln leans down, covering my body with his as he kisses me with bruising intensity, our teeth banging together as our tongues collide. When we finally break apart, he rests his forehead against mine, his abs contracting as continues to drive into me.
“Come for us one more time, baby. Let us see you fall apart.”
“God…” I groan. “Oh God, I’m so fucking close.”
“Then let go. We’ve got you. We’ve all got you.”
He steals another hot kiss and then rises back up, hooking my legs under the knees and using that grip to find the perfect angle, lifting me so my ass is nearly off the mattress. The sight of him above me, neck muscles corded as he works toward his own release, abs and arms taut as he thrusts, makes me whimper with need, and I take it out on the twins, gliding my slippery hands up and down their cocks.
I’ve probably given better handjobs before, when I’ve been a little less distracted, but they don’t seem to have any complaints. They’re watching my breasts bounce with every one of Linc’s thrusts, and my gaze darts between the blue-green and green-blue of their eyes.
So different, yet so similar.
And at the moment, united by a common craving.
Me.
My body starts to shake, another orgasm tearing through me like an earthquake, and when River kneels above my head and leans down to kiss me, letting me feel his lips in a whole new way, I lose it entirely.
I convulse around Linc, and the twins both take over for me again as I lose the ability to coordinate my movements. They jerk themselves off in hard, quick strokes, groaning as they spill ropes of cum over my stomach. A second later, Linc follows them over the edge, cursing in a choked voice as he slams into me twice more, grinding his hips against mine as he pulses inside me.
We hang suspended in that moment for several long heartbeats as the last waves of pleasure move through us, seeming to travel from me to the boys and back like some sort of electric current.
Then Linc slides out of me with a satisfied sigh and everyone collapses onto the mattress, breathing hard. River gives me one last kiss, then flops down, his head resting alongside mine.
I’m a sticky mess. Cum is spread across my stomach and breasts, and I can feel it leaking from me, smearing my thighs. Having four boyfriends, as amazing as it is, isn’t great for staying clean.
Not that any of the guys mind. Judging by the possessive heat that burns in Linc’s eyes as he rolls over and takes in the sight of me, thoroughly fucked and marked by him and his best friends, he loves it.
Good. Because I love it too.
“You missed the sunrise, Low,” he murmurs in a teasing voice.
“Too bad.” I chuckle. “Guess I’ll just have to try again tomorrow. If I can still walk.”
Dax gets up a moment later to grab a towel, and he takes his time cleaning me up. I watch him do it, enjoying the moment of sweetness—relishing the way he and the others show me they care for me so many little ways.
We laze around for a while longer, luxuriating in the fact that there’s nothing we have to do today. Then, slowly, we get up and shower, throwing on swimsuits before grabbing coffee and some leftover food from yesterday.
It’s late morning by the time we step outside and head down to the water. The sun has warmed the beach, making the shifting sand sting the bottoms of my feet, and when we’re halfway to the ocean’s edge, Chase sets down his towel and sunglasses and turns to waggle his eyebrows at me.
“Race you.”
He charges toward the water,
