Logan’s breath is close behind my left ear as he stands to the side. His palm slides across my lower back. “Tell us you want this, or we’ll stop.”
“Yes.” My voice comes out rough. “Please, fuck me. I don’t think I can take being this horny all afternoon.”
I hook my fingers into my underwear and drag the crotch aside, showing them my pussy: swollen, throbbing, and begging to be filled. Slick drips from my entrance as if we’ve been in a foreplay session for hours.
The musk of my arousal is thick enough to make my face burn with embarrassment, but I still need this. I won’t be surprised if they can make me come in seconds. I’ve been holding off since we left this morning.
Logan pulls me into a kiss as he brings his hand down between my thighs. Ford steps back to give him room. He slides his middle and ring fingers into my opening. I gasp as my passage greedily clamps down. Curling them at the knuckle with practiced ease, he grinds them into that spot inside me that makes me see stars.
His fingers pump hard. Slick sprays, painting my thighs with every thrust. His palm rocks up to brush my clit. The veins in his arm pop with the force. My passage clenches. The first gush hits the beige tile below with a splatter.
Groans rumble low around me. I glance up through the haze and catch Jace, Wes, and Ford watching. All of them with their cocks out, fists wrapped around themselves. Their eyes are locked between my thighs, like I’m something holy.
Logan keeps working me, breaking the kiss to watch. He slows the movement and adds more pressure. He’s playing me like a fucking instrument. I cry out, body locking as more liquid floodsout of me. I watch it drip down his wrist. My blush burns hotter across my chest. Despite that, I find it so fucking hot that I can’t see straight and could go again.
They’ve figured out I can do this and how to make me squirt. I get off on seeing it happen just as much as they do.
Logan glances at the others and pulls his fingers out of me, bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean with a moan.
Ford steps forward between my legs, cock in hand. He runs his girthy head through my folds, gathering slick onto it. “You want my cock?”
I nod. “Please!”
Ford’s cock slides in fast, forcing me to become accustomed to him quickly. I cry out, head tipping back against the cabinet. My walls pulse around him.
Wes grips my breast, rough in the best way, tongue flicking against the nipple until I can’t hold still. Logan crowds in from the side, hand braced on my hip, the other spreading me wider for Ford’s thrusts. His middle finger works my clit.
Jace strokes himself as he watches. His eyes are dark, fixed between my legs.
“She’s falling apart,” he murmurs, voice tight. “Let her feel all of it.”
Ford grinds in deeper, but keeps his knot from pressing in. I still crave his cock as an orgasm floods my system, making my legs jut out and shake. My screams echo, and I’m certain every neighbor above, below, and near can hear me, and I don’t give a fuck.
Ford pulls out before he finishes or knots me. Wes replaces him in an instant, his massive cock stretching me for all that I’m worth. All I can do is gasp as I try to adjust. It’s rough, but I’m not complaining at all. He lifts me clean off the counter, his hands under my thighs, guiding me to the center of the kitchen.
Jace moves in behind me, one hand under my ass. He reaches down, hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear, and rips the seam. The sound sends a shiver through me. He drops the soaked, shredded fabric to the side.
He nips at the back of my right shoulder. “Need your slick.”
I tighten my hold on Wes’s shoulders. “Then take it.”
Jace groans. “Wes, pull out for a second.”
Wes pulls out, and I whimper at the sudden loss. Jace lines up and drags his cock between my folds, thrusting into me up to his knot, collecting more. He gives me whiplash as he pulls out and pushes against my ass. His slippery length stretches me open inch by inch. Over the last week, I’ve come to love getting two of them at the same time.
I shudder.
“I’m in,” Jace moans. “How’s it feel getting fucked between us like this?”
I can’t think, let alone speak. A sharp breath leaves me as they both push deeper. My muscles tense, but it’s not pain. It’s too much pleasure too fast. I feel split open and so full. The stretch from Wes, and Jace rubbing against him hits a place of need in me that makes my vision blur.
Ford moves in from one side, Logan from the other. Their hands are everywhere. Ford’s mouth closes over my nipple, tongue circling hard and fast. Logan bends to suck the other, one palm dropping to rub my clit in tight, perfect circles.
Wes grits his teeth together. “Fuck, Frankie. You feel so fucking good.”
Jace’s teeth graze the back of my neck, teasing me. I would love if he bit down and claimed me, but I don’t want that to happen during a quickie in the apartment I’m leaving.
My body gives again. There’s no buildup as an orgasm explodes from my belly. I come harder than before, walls clenching around both cocks, slick running down Wes’s shaft.
