All I hear behind me is the shuffling of clothes, and then Krystian and Zaid move to stand on either side of me, both of them completely naked.
Fuck yes.
Still riding Everett, I reach for each of my men and grip their shafts tightly, beginning to stroke them. Krystian throws his head back with a muffled curse, while Zaid reverently strokes my cheeks.
“You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” Zaid says.
“Fucking divine,” Krystian agrees.
“I’m close,” Everett warns, grabbing one of my bouncing breasts and squeezing.
My own orgasm is fast approaching, and I close my eyes, preparing myself for the inevitable explosion.
But just before I can detonate, Rafe’s raspy voice snaps out, “Don’t let her come!”
Everett’s grip tightens on my breast as he explodes inside of me, a guttural roar escaping him. His cock spasms inside of my pussy, and he drops his forehead to my shoulder, breathing hard.
I gape at him. “What…? Why…?”
Everett slowly slides out of me, an uncharacteristic impish smirk on his face. “Sorry, baby. I was just obeying the rules.”
“But you’re the boss!” I protest, feeling petulant.
Just as Everett deposits me back on my feet, I feel someone approach me from behind. I don’t even have time to turn before Rafe is slapping my ass.
“Don’t be a brat,” Rafe warns—though his tone suggests that’s exactly what he wants me to be.
However, I know that resisting will only lead to a lack of orgasms, which will make me really, really sad.
“I won’t,” I promise Rafe, spinning around.
I reach for him somewhat desperately, but he steps back with a disapproving tsking sound.
“Prove it,” he purrs, then he flicks his gaze towards Krystian and Zaid. A wicked gleam ignites in his eyes. “Have you ever tried taking two at once?”
My heart begins to pound even faster, crashing against my breastbone.
“Like…DP?” I ask tentatively. “Double penetration.”
Krystian moans and grabs his shaft, fisting it. “Fuck, just hearing you say that makes me want to bust a nut.”
“Real romantic, Krys,” Zaid says.
I’m not even sure he notices he instinctively used the nickname for Krystian’s nighttime counterpart.
Krystian simply grins. “That’s what all the girls say.”
“All the girls, eh?” I place a hand on my hip and arch an eyebrow. “How many girls are you busting a nut with?”
His face drains of all color, and he offers me a sheepish smile. “Just you, my love. Forever just you.”
“Damn right it’s just me.”
Maybe it’s hypocritical to have the four of them share me yet not allow them to be with anyone else, but I’m a possessive bitch. These men are mine. Only mine.
“God, I love it when you get possessive of us,” Rafe murmurs in my ear, then he punctuates the words with a teasing nip to my lobe.
I shiver. “Are you going to let me come now?”
