“Widen your legs and sit on my face. I need to taste you.”
Liam groaned and pulled from my mouth.
I didn’t want to stop sucking him. He got down on his knees, and I leaned forward, resting my hands on the rug so I was on all fours. Rowe forced his shoulders between my legs, and they were so broad, they opened me right up so my pussy was right over his face.
“I said sit, Mae. Not fucking hover.”
I hesitated. I was never going to be a tiny stick of a woman. My thighs had cellulite. As did my ass. My tummy had rolls. I’d suffocate the man if I truly sat on him.
Liam chuckled like he could read my mind. “Trust me, he wants to fucking die buried in your pussy. There’d be no better way to go.”
Rowe proved it by banding one thick, muscled arm around my thigh and yanking me down. My wet pussy collided with his open mouth, and the moan I let out was entirely indecent and worthy of an adult film.
I smothered my cries of pleasure by taking Liam into my mouth again. I sucked and swallowed, loving the way he gave up and fucked my mouth without the fear of hurting me. My moans grew louder with Rowe’s talented tongue delving deep between my folds, spearing me with his tongue before pulling back to lap at my clit. The little bundle of nerves sent pleasure flying through my entire body, until my hips rocked over his face and he pressed two fingers up inside for me to ride.
Rowe’s groans met my own, and from the way he moved beneath me, I knew he had Heath working him toward an orgasm, while he built me up to mine. I pulled off Liam’s dick for a moment to glance over my shoulder at what Heath and Rowe were doing and nearly came on the spot. Heath had Rowe’s hips jacked up, legs wrapped around his waist. Heath drove his erection into Rowe’s body, all while pumping Rowe’s dick with his free hand. When I looked up at Liam, his gaze was trained on them, too, and his precum hit the back of my throat, salty and teasing at the main event.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured. “Say ‘I’ if you’re on the verge of having your mind blown.”
I would have laughed if Rowe hadn’t chosen that moment to add a third finger into my core, stretching me so good the orgasm I’d been battling back had no choice but to come barreling forward. I screamed out as my second orgasm hit me, twice as hard as the first. I ground down on Rowe’s face, no longer self-conscious.
Liam’s eyes flared, and he fucked my mouth harder and faster while I yelled around him. His hot cum came in a spurt, a satisfying explosion that told me I’d pleased my man. I swallowed, staring up at him, knowing it turned him on.
He pulled from my mouth the moment he was done, but my orgasm lasted longer. Rowe guided me through the entire thing, until my legs trembled too much and I collapsed to the side.
Heath and Rowe together were a thing of beauty. There was no shame in their joining. No hiding. Heath’s abs flexed as he drove into Rowe’s ass, his hand keeping the same time on Rowe’s cock. Rowe threw his head back, his eyes closed, back arching, his fingers digging into the rug at his back. “Fuck!” he yelled.
His cum spurted all over his lower abs, and then higher across his chest when Heath didn’t stop jerking him. Heath roared out his own orgasm, coming deep in Rowe’s body, his last few thrusts powerful and raw.
We hadn’t even made it to the bed.
All four of us sprawled in various positions on the floor, our labored breaths mingling.
“Anybody got a smoke?” Liam asked. “I could use one right now.”
“You don’t smoke.” Rowe’s arm was slung over his eyes, his chest and abs glistening with cum.
“Doesn’t matter. Still feels like the thing to do.”
I knew what he meant. The relaxation that coursed through my body was like nothing else. I imagined the rich swirl of tobacco might be quite nice right now. If I didn’t value the health of my lungs, that was. Which I did, so I was content to just lie there and watch them instead.
At some point, Rowe and Heath disappeared into the bathroom, the shower starting up again. Liam and I found our way to the big bed we’d created on the floor, that was really more of a love nest. I found him beneath the sheet again, working him ’til he was hard and then letting him cover my body with his. When Rowe and Heath returned, fresh and clean, they took turns as well, making love to me one at a time, kissing me constantly, whispering how beautiful I was and how loved.
I had more orgasms than I could count. More I love yous than any one woman should be entitled to in a lifetime, let alone in one afternoon. I reconnected with each of them and reminded them all that they were so very loved in return.
I would never get enough of the three of them.
It was a good thing they were mine.
Steve and Alora, Rowe and Liam’s baseball friends, called Liam’s phone as the evening began to approach. All four of us were still lying around, naked in bed, and Liam reached over and grabbed it, looking at the screen. He smiled, flashing it at us. “The real world and parenthood is calling. Time to wrap this gang bang up.”
Rowe kicked him hard enough to shove him off the edge of the mattress and onto the floor. He slumped onto the rug while I giggled at their antics. Heath had his head resting on my belly, and I stroked my fingers through his hair, enjoying his blissed-out expression He’d been all frowns and hard lines for too long.
Liam read the message from his spot on the floor. “Oh, this is interesting. Steve said Ripley and Ivy are begging for a sleepover. They’re saying they’ll keep Isaac for the night as well if we want. Alora has baby fever and isn’t ready to give him up.”