She’s like a prima ballerina in the middle of a glorious lift, being passed in my hands from Gabe to Banks, her delicious body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I haven’t said a word to Banks about how we’ll accomplish making love to her at the same time. Somehow, it’s just understood. Somehow, we already know because the choreography is coming from our hearts, not just our heads or our junk. It’s the sexual version of a shared psychosis. We’re reading each other’s minds and all of our minds are one hundred percent attuned to her. To each other.
I’m fucking shaken by it.
Banks receives a still-gasping Elise in his arms and turns her around to face me, holding her arms behind her back, his tongue licking up the side of her neck. I’ve never seen anyone in her state. Thighs spasming, breath racing, body aroused and straining. And not attempting to control or hide any of it from us. She’s magnificent.
“Is her pussy still wet?” I lay down on my back in front of her, rip open one of the condom packets and apply the latex while she watches, her pupils expanding, those nipples so tight I know she’s in need of another climax. One isn’t enough for this woman. I’d say she’s a three-man job, but she’s not a job at all. She’s a privilege. “Or does she need to wiggle around on my face for a while?”
Elise squeezes her spasming thighs together and moans.
Banks snakes a hand around her right hip and murmurs in her ear until she loosens the flex of her legs, then he slides two fingers into the shiny split of her sex and growls. “Still wet as fuck.” He fists her hair and guides her down on top of me. She goes even more eagerly when Banks slaps her ass. Once, twice. “Still eager.”
“A miracle,” I groan.
“Goddamn right she is,” Banks agrees, shaking his head in reverence.
And then I’m in the coveted position of kissing Elise.
I wasn’t lying. She tastes like the sun. Hope and light and redemption.
The warm, wet juncture of her thighs makes contact with my lap and I make a strangled sound, reaching back to spank her tight ass, as well. It drenches her further. Makes her offer that tongue with more enthusiasm. She scoops her hips a little, reaching back and using the tips of two fingers to press me into her entrance, working her way down my shaft with whimpering kisses that really, really come close to doing my head in. In the best way. If she didn’t specifically tell us what she wanted tonight, I’d lose control about now.
But her wants are our calling. They are musts.
The goddess gets what the goddess wants.
And she wants to feel us all at the same time.
“If I wasn’t obsessed with granting your wishes, you’d be on your back right now, getting it filthy. Is that how you imagined us all those years while you fingered yourself in the dark? In the glow of your phone?” I grind upward with my hips and she trembles, gasps. “Poor girl needed the real thing. You’re getting it now, aren’t you?”
I bounce her in that elevated position, the other two men surging closer to watch her tits jiggle around—and she likes being the star of her own naughty little show. She watches us ogle her with foggy eyes, arches her back to give us a better view, God love her. I smooth my palms up her belly and ribcage, massaging those globes reverently, before delivering sharp smacks to her nipples, experiencing the ripple and flex of her pussy in response. Gritting my teeth at the perfection of it.
I’m obsessed with this woman.
“Come here, love,” I command, no longer surprised to hear the emotion in my voice. Every single one that I possess is hers in this moment. “Banks is going to worship that gorgeous rear end of yours, isn’t he?”
“God yes,” he breathes.
“Lucky man, isn’t he?” I’m pumping into her from below, she’s rocking to meet me. Her forehead is glued to mine, our harsh exhales colliding. This is heaven. “We all want to get lucky at some point, watching our cocks disappear between those cheeks, Elise, but listen to me. You don’t owe us anything.” Her eyes regain a little focus at that. “If this stops feeling like it’s for you at any time, we’re doing it wrong. Okay? It hurts or you don’t like it, we stop.”
Glassy eyed, she nods. Traces my brow with her lips. “Thank you. It…doesn’t feel like it’s for you. I can feel the three of you considering me. Constantly.”
“Good. That’s what we want. That’s what we’re doing. Always,” Banks says into her neck, his body pushing down, down, until we’re sandwiching her between us. His weight presses Elise down onto my lap and blesses me with enough friction to roll my eyes into the back of my fucking head.