“Shhh.” I plant a kiss to his throbbing cock through the material of his boxers. “Let me do this. I want to do this.”
I slowly inch the fabric of his underwear down until his massive cock springs free, already dripping with precum and desperate for my mouth.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” I praise, running the pad of my thumb over the slit at the tip. “I want to put my mouth on you, Everett. Can I?”
I bat my lashes up at him innocently, but I know he’ll say yes. There’s nothing but unbridled desire and possession in his gaze as he stares down at me. He’ll give me whatever I ask for.
Fortunately, all I want is him.
Them.
“Fuck, yes. Baby. God.” He throws his head back with a muffled curse as I lower my head to his shaft and take him in deep, making sure to hollow my cheeks so I won’t gag.
Behind me, I hear shuffling then feel hands on my pants, tugging them down. My panties follow next. Warm breath ghosts over my pussy, eliciting a moan from me.
“Yes, baby. Just like that. God, you suck my cock so good. You look so beautiful with saliva dripping down your chin and tears in your eyes. Fuck, there’s nothing more perfect than you impaled on my cock.”
Everett’s dirty talk encourages me to move even faster, bobbing my head up and down his shaft with ruthless abandon.
A wet tongue glides across my pussy lips, and I gyrate my hips automatically, seeking more friction.
Krystian’s low, throaty chuckle echoes from between my legs.
“You want more, sweetheart?” He kisses my slit.
“Does she deserve more?” Rafe demands from the side of me.
A second later, rough hands grab my shirt and yank it in half, tossing it aside. Much more gentle hands—Zaid’s—unhook my bra, allowing my breasts to spill free.
Rafe angrily begins to palm them, his fingers tweaking my nipples. “She fucking left us. I’m not sure she deserves anything.”
I whimper and shake my hips, wordlessly encouraging Krystian to continue.
“That’s not really her fault,” Zaid reasons.
My sweet, gentle wraith.
“Shedidcome back to us,” Krystian points out.
“I don’t fucking care what we decide, but for fuck’s sake, I need her to move or I’m going to combust,” Everett growls, his hands tightening in my hair.
Rafe moves until he’s standing over Everett’s shoulder, peering down at me with hard, unrelenting eyes.
“What do you say, little bird? Do you deserve to come?” He arches an eyebrow at me, not waiting for me to respond. Not that I even can, considering my mouth is otherwise occupied. “How about this? Why don’t you suck Everett off like a good slut, then maybe I’ll consider letting you come. Can you do that? Can you be my good girl and get Everett off?”
His taunting words are a challenge, and I’ve never been one to back down.
I resume sucking Everett’s cock like my life depends on it, taking him in as deep as I can without gagging. Everett fucks my face ruthlessly, not holding back, his hands tangled in my disheveled hair.
Beneath me, Krystian occasionally nips and sucks at my pussy, completely ignoring the sensitive bundle of nerves demanding his attention.
“Fuck.” Everett pulls my mouth away from his dick with a guttural growl. Before I can ask him what’s wrong, he picks me up and drags me onto him. We both groan as his cock slides into my wet, sensitive pussy. “I love the shit out of you, Thea. You know that, right?”
“I love you too,” I whisper, pulling his lips to mine as I begin to ride him.
“Holy fuck,” Krystian exclaims from behind. “God, that’s hot.”
“Why don’t you join in?” Rafe suggests, a devilish glint in his dark eyes from where he watches me from behind Everett.
