I swayed on my feet but followed him willingly as he turned and lay back on the bed, pulling me astride him. When he fisted his proud cock, I smiled down at him and straddled his thighs. The burn as I sank down on him had me clenching so tightly, he gritted his teeth.
“Fuck me, Angel,” he whispered, and I dropped down to brace a hand on either side of his head. My hair was like a curtain, and it isolated us.
“I am.” It was my turn to promise, but I had to relax to take him, because my core muscles clenched too tight. He dug his fingers into my sore ass gently, tiny pricks of awareness flaming through my system as I eased up and then down again. Between us, we worked him into me until we were both grunting little explosive breaths.
Honestly, I devoured his expression, savoring every time his jaw tensed or his lips constricted. I flexed around him, the feel of him incredible as a counterpoint to his fingers alternating between digging into my ass and massaging it. The fire stoked from both sides, and as much as I wanted to take over the pace, I let go of that thought and followed his cues.
“Fuck, Angel,” he groaned. “You are so perfect. That’s it, my beautiful girl, ride me.”
He thrust upward to meet my next downward stroke, and my head tilted back. I wanted to keep looking at him, but he felt so good inside of me. Every little jolt teased my nipples against his chest, and then he ran his hands up my sides and cupped each breast. With a gentle push, he urged me higher, and I began to rock against him.
My body knew his, and with very little nudging from him, I rolled my hips and twisted a little with each thrust. He massaged my breasts and teased my nipples until all that was left of me was sensation. I was so close, but it was like that orgasm was just right there, just out of reach, and I needed just a bit more…
He flipped us over until he was on top and then powered into me, and I came screaming. Even as he kissed me, I cried out against his mouth, the thrust of his hips powerful and pushing me higher on the bed. Every stroke sent sparks through my system, and he didn’t relent, pushing me into a second orgasm before he let go with a groan of his own.
I swallowed his cries as he spent himself, the heat spreading inside of me a feeling I never wanted to miss anymore. I loved the intimacy of him emptying into me. The connection and the feel of being together.
With light kisses and soft brushes of his hands, he eased me down from panting shallow breaths to longer, sweeter sighs, and when he lifted his head and stared at me, I smiled.
“Better?” he asked.
No shadows in evidence. Every single one pummeled and destroyed in the warmth and light of his love and affection. Corny? Maybe. I didn’t care. “So much better,” I whispered. “I can’t wait for you to tie me up like you were learning today. Then play with me however you see fit.”
“Yeah?” he said with a slow grin. “Any way I see fit?”
“Hmm…yes.”
“What if I want to tie you up, get you wound up and soaking wet so I can come back and play with you whenever I feel like?”
I shivered. “I’d love it.”
“And if I let the guys come in one at a time, let them play with you however they liked?”
“Whatever you want, Sir.”
He chuckled and nipped my lower lip, then kissed me softly. “Angel…look at me.” Arms braced on either side of my head, he cupped my face, and this close, I couldn’t see anything that wasn’t him. Hell, he was still inside me, soft but there and connected. “Last summer without you sucked. But you never lost us. You never lost me. We might have been apart, but we were always with you. You were always with us.”
“Never again.” Ferocity tore through me.
“Not like that,” he agreed. “No matter what life throws at us, you will always remember that I love you. That you have my heart. You have had my heart longer than I even understood what that meant. You have always been the only one for me.”
Sometimes, I wished I could say that to them, but at the same time… “It’s only ever been you guys.”
“I know,” he said smiling. “You’re mine. Just like you’re theirs, but that doesn’t make you any less mine.”
No, it didn’t. It had been so hard for Ian, in some ways, because all he wanted was to protect me. Protect me from the world. From them. From myself. “We’re safe together,” I whispered, and this time when we kissed, it was all sweetness and gentle delight. He rolled onto his back and pulled me with him until I collapsed against his chest, cradled safely to him. He stroked my back and teased my hair back.
“How’s your butt?” he asked with just a hint of teasing.
“Sore,” I told him honestly. “But I like it. I can feel your hands on me still. It’s warm and kind of like how my vagina feels at the moment—hot and well-spanked.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t break your vagina this time?”
A groan ripped through me. “Oh my god, you guys are never going to forget that.”
“Nope,” he said without a hint of remorse. “It’s an achievement unlocked. Though I am tempted to find out if I can do it on my
